As you sat on your Throne, thinking about your Plan for the Farmers, you realized that you couldn't punish them.
Everyone thought that you asked them to do what they did.
Punishing them would tell everyone that two Peasants managed to do all those Things to you against your will.
The only reason why you had been able to continue ruling, despite everything you did,
was because everyone thought it was impossible to go against you.
If they realized that two mere Farmers had gone against you,
or that a magical Item could potentially make you incapable of using magic, even if just temporarily,
then your entire Kingdom may collapse and you would never be able to sleep securely,
knowing that even the smallest lapse of attention could result in someone using that Knowledge against you.
The Fact that you couldn't undo all the Changes, without it seeming suspicous, only served frustrate you even more.
You settled on only changing some things, for the time being, and started off by using healing Magic to regrow your Teeth and Tongue.
The feeling of having them grow back was incredibly uncomfortable, but not painful.
You moved on to the rest of your Face next, taking off some of the Piercings and removing the Tattoos,
though leaving the rest alone for now, as they weren't visible underneath your Dress.
Though most of the visible Changes weren't much of an Issue when it came to removing them,
the Handles on the Sides of you Skull were another matter entirely.
They were too large and obvious of a Change to remove without raising suspicion, but also almost impossible to cover up,
due to where they were located, so you settled on simply covering them partially with your Hair, only to notice,
to your continued annoyance, that your Hair was still in a Mohawk, though now draped down the left Side of your Head,
your blonde Hair still transitioning to fiery red towards the Tips.
You tried to grow the Hair on the Sides of your Head, but realized that it may take you a few Hours,
as the Tools used to shave you seemed to have also been magical.
You wondered for a moment how the Farmers could have had the Funds to afford all these Things,
before realizing that they most likely requested them from your Retainers, claiming to have been ordered to buy them for you.
The Thought that they not only humiliated you the way they did,
but even put their Hands on your Treasury to do so, infuriated you more than you ever thought possible.
You forced yourself too calm down, before continuing to assess you Body.
Most of the remaining Alterations were not visible due to your Dress, the Handles couldn't be removed for now,
your Hair would take a while to regrow and removing the rest of the Facial Piercings would also seem strange.
That only left the three Things that you dreaded the most.
The Effect of the two Creatures that had been inserted into your lower Body was strange,
and seemed to not be purely physical in nature, as it remained no matter how much you changed the Orifices with your Magic.
Increased sensitivity didn't seem like too much of an Issue to you, so you also postponed dealing with this for now.
What truly concerned you were the two remaining Problems.
The so called 'Pleasure Bug' apparently had some way of removing it,
but having someone find that Method for you would have seemed suspicious under the Circumstances.
You released a heavy sigh.
That only left one Thing.
The Mark left by the 'Marking Stone'.
The Marking Stone is something that can only be used on Animals and People that gave consent, wich you theoretically did,
and can only imprint a Mark of the 'Truth', with you Appearance,
Social Position and etc. at the time of the Marking being irremovably imprinted on your Soul.
The Problem was that you were a Cow at the time and officially owned by the Farmers, so what the Stone imprinted on your Soul was:
Name: Queen Slut Cow
Race: Cow (Holstein)
Occupation: Cattle
Owner: George (Farmer)
Together with an Image of a shaved Cow covered in Tattoos and Piercings that had handles instead of Horns.
An Image of you.
Anyone that looked at your Soul or the Mark, no matter the Method used,
would see you as nothing more than Livestock.
As a matter of Fact, the Laws of your own Kingdom deemed the Marks left by a Marking Stone as absolute.
Things like Ownership and Occupation could ofcourse change and were therefore not considered binding in most situations,
but the Law, YOUR Law, had now officially deemed you to be a Cow and your name to be 'Queen Slut Cow'.
This would be the Name you would be called by,
the Name that would be written on Documents and the Name you would have to call yourself in any official capacity.
And you had to make everyone think that this was the Name you had chosen for yourself.
Worst of all, Marks left by a Marking Stone were, to your knowledge, completely irremovable.
You were about to scream at your Guards, ordering them to drag the Couple into your Throne Room to be executed before you,
but you stopped yourself.
You couldn't just deal with them like this.
But that didn't mean that you couldn't deal with them at all.
Death was far too good for them in your Opinion anyway.
You had a few different Options.
You could have for example called them to your Throne Room for a 'Reward' and then throw them into the Dungeon for disregarding proper Etiquette.
Or you could have given them the same 'Experience' as a 'Reward'.
Or maybe you could put a real Cow (or someone transformed into one) into their Barn and execute them for spreading false Rumours,
completely denying everything.
But there was another thought somewhere in the deepest recesses of your mind.
What if you called them and... had them do more?