"Class, as you can see, Jen has been granted the position of head Dairy Cow, and Mia here was granted the position of Hen Maid. As such, the no longer will require to saty in school, so I will be stepping out for the remainder of homeroom and first period in order to take them home" announced Yuliya to the class. Mia turned red with embarrassment from being called a hen maid, even though she was right. On the other hand, I didn't mind much as I had already lost any lingering feelings of shame the moment I started being lead around on a leash with my udders fully exposed.
The class was making a fuss about it, but mainly towards Mia. Asking her what a hen maid was, would she return sometime later, etc. Since no one was really paying any attention to me, I simply just stood there with a dull blank expression.
"Now now students, back to your seats. The morning announcements are starting." Interupted Yuliya, as she turned towards Mia and Me. You two, follow me. We both begin walking, with me following behind Mia, still on the leash. An then the announcements began, with their usual countdown. "Oh great, I get to cum again, and this time in front of 20 students who I use to hang out with and call friends" is what I thought to myself. Good cows don't complain or be sarcastic, right? They simply just moo and stand there.
Right as I was about to leave the room, I noticed my friend Anna flash a sympathetic look towards me. What? Did she pity me or something? I am thankful for her concern but I know it is pointless. The moment I became a dairy cow, any and all human sympathy towards me means nothing. If you want to help, turn me back into a person. If you can't, or won't, then just ignore me like the rest.
"...2...1...0."
"Moooooooo!"
"Haaaaaaaa!"
Now that both Mia and I have cum all over ourselves and the floor, I actually feel somehow even worse. "Fuck, what did I ever do to deserve this Master?" I complained in my head.
Yuliya's car was fairly large, so it was easy for me to stand in the trunk space of the SUV, with Mia squatting next to me. Yuliya forbit us from using the seats in case we cum again, something neither of us could argue against. It was a short drive, about 20 minutes, and unexpectedly, my Master lives quite close to my old home. In the same development to be exact, except his home has an attached ranch in the back with a large grass filled pasture. I guess that will become my new home and feeding grounds. At least the grass will be fresh, and who knows, maybe I will be able to still see my family now and then as they walk by?
As I was thinking all of this, Mia was next to me, and still squatting. "Don't you get tired squatting like that?" I ask.
"Huh? Oh sorry Jen, what was that?" Apparently Mia was also thinking deeply about something.
"Aren't you tired from squatting?" I repeat.
"Oh, not at all. It actually is really comfortable, like everything is just right" explained Mia. "What about you? You are standing all fours, with hands that are shapped like high heels, and are wearing high heels."
"Yeah, they feel good actually. Well balanced, and easy to move in. The only struggle at the moment are my udders. They are too full at the moment." I say as I poke one of my udders with my front right heel bone.
"Well I will be sure to milk you the moment we get settled in. Hey, who do you thinknthat girl is? Another human? Or an animal?" Mia says while pointing out the window.
I look and see a short girl pulling a metal cart down the driveway. She looked to be just a bit older than us, maybe 19-20? And had a similar body shape to me, well mostly similar. She had nornal human hands at least and no distinguishable animal features. However she had an eyepatch over her right eye, and a scar from the right side of her nose to her ear, going over her eye. Thinking about what possibly happened to her made me feel a bit uneasy. But she seemed well enough, as she had an excited look across her face.
Now innl terms of her clothing, she was wearing a strappy forest green crop top and a pair of denim short shorts, and was barefoot. Wait, scratch that. She had reconstructed feet with her ankles permanently raised by a high heel-like spike protruding out of it about 3-4 inches. But besides that, she was barefoot. She was gracefully making her way down the driveway to great us it seems. Well maybe not... as we drive right past her. Oh, she was just getting the mail.
"Who was that?" I ask.