Standing at the crossroads, feeling as well as if at a cross-road in my life, I stood in silence, me watching the passing cars and truck drivers gawking at, as swerving away from their being near to me.
I thought of Circe, recalling her essence, her beauty, and of how she smelled of Lilac.
As Circe had bid me her fare well, and sent me back to my times, me alive and feeling every bit as strong and masculine, she having smiling wish me well to live a long life. Her sendoff was something I did not expect, as rather thought she would doom as damn me in her witchery ways.
Instead, I went back through that tunnel in time and emerged again in the year 2003. All was as it was for me as I recalled of it; with the sad exception of my friends. My dear good friends were lost in time long past, they transformed, changed to be as animals for Circe; were doomed and made damned.
Luck favors the foolish, and as I stood looking how to safely walk across the highway, something about my personal self caused me to think as wonder.
Every time a semi-truck and trailer passed by me the wind from it as passing tickled the hair all over my body, and especially the long hairs dangling from about the face end to my sheath.
My sheath, as I considered the thought, as circumcised male human do not have a sheath, nor is it hairy with long feeler hairs. Mine though did have hairs, and if human, I would have it between my thighs, in my groin and not hung from my belly.
Belly, why was it so weighty as large, and not that of a human, upright torso?
The close by passing swoosh of a car not swerving away from it being near me allowed an instantaneous reflected view of my face in the side glass window.
Stunned by the sight seen, I did then realize why Circe was as kind and benevolent toward my leaving her.
I saw what had become then as the real me. Me, I was to all who saw me, as looking at me, knew me to be a reddish fur covered, Angus breed, a yearling size bull. As much I knew with the realization of what Circe had changed me to be, I felt rather comfortable being a bovine bull animal. Something in my head suggested my being as a young and with the passing of time a grown, matured bull animal, I would know the urge to mate, breed, have animal sex with born cows.
The obvious ideals of my returning home was for being as me, but from Circe having transformed me to being an animal, my being a bull held a sense of lusty male thrills I felt a want to experience. As undeniable, I felt physically stout, bodily sturdy, and healthy as alive; while willing to forget my being human and accept completely the being a bull as my preferred new me!