When Lynn next opened her eyes she was in a brightly lit bedroom. She sat up mouth agape as she looked down and saw two beach ball sized breasts, that were exposed when the covers fell away.
Looking around she was indeed in a bedroom, but it had elements of being lived in by someone who was both a teenager and lived on a farm, their were posters of anthro boy bands on the wall, the floor was covered in hay, their was also a full body mirror by and a door that presumably lead out. Before she left she made her way to the mirror. In her reflection she saw her new body for the next year.
She was 6 feet tall and covered in tan fur with brown spots. Her “shirt” was a plaid button top with the sleeves rolled up, and the ends tied across her boobs, well “shirt” would be generous really just a bikini with sleeves made of an incredibly stretchy material that left the top of her nipples exposed. Speaking of the breasts they must have been something like Z cups, with every step came a loud sloshing along with the jiggle, Lynn estimated their was something like three gallons of milk in each tit (thankful only two) her feet were now tiny hooves, her ankles bending up at approximately the place high heels would on her head her hair was long and blond. Coming from the butt of her skin tight jeans was a long tail with a blond tuff at the end. Just looking at herself she wondered how she stayed upright at all given her breasts were the same size as her hips and balanced on tiny hooves, she looked like something a horny kid with no idea how anatomy works would draw. She expected to have massive back pain at least, but no. Maybe it had to do with her incredible toned body that looked like she could lift a tractor with one hand. Over all her body looked like that of a very well endowed sixteen year old girl who works out every day. Her face was the same aside from the floppy cow ears and horns on her head. Opening her mouth her tong was much larger and flat. She was a bovine cow girl.
She looked like a cross between a teen and a milf. Without even noticing her hands drifted to her groin and began rubbing her pussy behind the zipper.
“Ach, no!” She stopped her self before them remembering that she could have as fun with this body as she wanted. She just had to remember her fiancés name 12 years from now.
“His name, his name... “ Lynn said aloud, getting used to her new voice “His name was...”
“It’s milking time!” A voice called interrupting her.
She heard a voice and footsteps coming up the stairs steps approaching her door.
(Crap,) she thought (who was that?)