Few days have passed. The sun of an ending day was spilling into the barn as a cow chewed its straw. Former human Bessie scratched her behind with hoofed leg as she thought hard about what to do next. The ring could grant her any desire and without her daughter trying to take it back she had limitless time to do whatever she pleased.
A thought of bringing her daughter back has briefly crossed her mind. She didn't have it in her to keep her child locked up as a milking machine for the rest of her life no matter how good it felt, but at the same time they were not exactly on the same wavelength. Maybe eventually she could bring her cowgirl daughter back but that would really get in between the relationship of farmer and her. She wasn't quite ready for a change in that dynamic.
Anything she could want would have unpredictable consequences. That much was certain. After being transformed due to misinterpreted wish she couldn't do much more than sit in the barn all day, expel waste, eat straw, and copulate with the farmer. Cowgirls did not have the same rights as humans and going out shopping or watching movies with friends would be off the table. Did any of her friends even remember her in this new universe? As far as she knew getting milked is her whole life now. All her aspirations and dreams of cushy job and social status would be left unfulfilled. That is if she decided to stay like this and abstain from using the ring.
On the contrary, this simple life had its perks. She didn't have to worry about anything other than producing milk. Everything she needed was given to her right on time as her farmer did all the heavy lifting. It was quite a respite from the rat race of her old life.
She looked over her body.
Plump cow in black and white fur glistening with ever present sweat. Legs half bent and only comfortable walking on all fours. Tiny human breasts poking out near forelegs as the more impressive pinkish udder splayed on the floor in all its glory as warm blood pumps through its visible veins. Tail swishing instinctively like a whip trying to hit the flies that swarm the rump. Puckered anus twitching to the heavy rhythm of cow inhaling air through its nostrils.
She enjoyed the feelings this body gave her. The hefty weight of an adult cow gave her the feelings of power as it swayed around. Unwieldy as it was. The snout could smell so much more and the dried grass could never have tasted as good in her old body.
Being unable to handle anything with any degree of dexterity was a problem. She couldn't even plug her former daughter into her udder without help as the hooves proved minimal help in maneuvering slick glass tubes.
At the same time, being stuck in this hopeless position while knowing she could change it anytime gave her a good buzz of fetish fulfillment. It was like role playing in bed but the role play happened on a global scale and there were no safe words out here.
While the peaceful atmosphere of the barn bathed in the sunset light brought her feeling of serenity it also brought much boredom. Alone with her thoughts she was getting rather ready for a change.
After she's done swallowing the last bits of her meal she decides to make a small wish. Something so tiny that no amount of misinterpretation could possibly have any negative effect.