“Here, so that you can see yourself,” the genie said. She snapped her fingers. A full-length mirror appeared in front of Daniel. Daniel gaped.
His head now looked like a cow’s complete with small horns and a brass nose ring. He was covered in short fur from head to toe, the pattern making classical cowlike black and white spots. Though he didn’t have toes anymore. His feet had been replaced with hooves. Thankfully, his hands were still the same, though covered in fur like the rest of him. He had a long tail that ended in a tuft.
However, Daniel was distressed more by two things: the large, pink udder on his abdomen and his pair of enormous, bare breasts. The breasts were bigger than possible for a human, but then again, Daniel wasn’t a human anymore. In fact, he didn’t think he was a male anymore.
“Mm, yes, I did excellent work,” the genie said, nodding approvingly. “I needed another heifer.”
“You turned me into a girl?” Daniel asked.
“No, I turned you into a female minotaur, or cowtaur,” the genie said, rolling her eyes. “I have plenty of males! I needed a female for milk production.”
“For…milk production?”
“Yes! Cowtaur milk is far superior to regular cow milk. Not only is it my preferred drink, but it helps keep my male minotaurs calm.” The genie grinned. “I think you should start going by Danielle now, to fit your new sex.”
“You’re going to milk me?” Daniel, or rather Danielle, asked.
“Yes, I am. But not yet. Unfortunately, cowtaurs like you have a special requirement to meet before you begin producing milk. Thankfully, I’m going to help you reach that requirement quickly, so that you can get to work!”
“What is that requirement?” Danielle asked warily. The genie grinned.
"In order to produce milk, a female cowtaur must first..."