You wake up prone on a concrete floor covered in wood shavings. Rays of sunshine tell you that you're in some kind of barnyard building not meant to be used during the winter. Your moan sounds more like a moo as you try lifting your head. You hear a thunk and get an unpleasant sensation as your left horn smacks against the hard floor. Rising to your 'hands' and knees you try to get a better sense of your new surroundings.
"Good morning sunshine" says a cheerful feminine voice. You look up and see some bleachers behind a short concrete wall. "Thought you was going to sleep all day, but have to say it was worth the wait to finally get ta meet yall". You suddenly become aware of your enormous balls swinging between your legs, poorly hidden by your bovine tail.
"If yer keen there's some breakfast for you in the feedin barn, just open the show room gate and go straight." She picks up a bucket and walks off, why sould anyone be wearing daisy dukes to do farm work? You are hungry, and still feel too groggy to do much of anything else. Rising to your back hooves you stretch yourarms, back, and neck, your head feels heavy but your hump of muscles on your back seem up to the task.
Your legs are digigrade, but you find little trouble balancing and walking. The gate is five feet high and composed of metal pipe. It barely comes up to your waste, using one of your monstrous fingers you pull up the stopping pin and walk through, noticing that you have to duck to clear your horns of the entry way.
Now fully awake you recall more of the events leading up to your transformation. But still having never eaten in your new body you ache to fill your minotaur belly. You see long feeding troughs with fences infront of them, holes cut out so cows can fit their heads through, right now you're hungry enough to try hay. Lifting up the square remnant of a bale you bite with your enormous jaw, then promptly spit out.
"No you silly, over here", farm girl is outside the barn placing a bucket in the feed trough, "you can do most of the things a bull can, just not eat like one, you still have just one stomache, which can't digest grass".
You walk over and snatch up the bucket, burying your muzzle into a mixture of oatmeal and fried eggs, you devour every last bit your tongue can snatch up. The protein and fiber feel good in your new system and you toss away the bucket looking for more. There isn't any more, but the girl dosen't notice your unsatisfied hunger and seem transfixed with the front of your naked bovine body.
You bellow to get her attention but look at yourself as well. You little of cowbreeds except that a black angus was black, holsteins were white with black spots, and texs long horns had long horns. You don't know which breed you're supposed to be, but judging by your tanish fur, crescent horns, and slender but muscular proprtions that you're probably a breed just meant to look good without much meat or milking value. Your hunger now abated you scan around for an exit.
The girl can't stop staring, "if you're done just keep going down the barn and wait there for me".
She takes off, you don't feel comfortable enough trying to climb over the fences in the feed or show barns, besides there appeared to be above ground structures you'd likely penetrate with your net weight shifted to one cloven hoof. The girl dosen't seem too smart and is so far the only person you've seen, you could easily overpower her and force her to drive you back to civilization. she certainly acted confident around you, maybe it was time for you to take control...