Erin changed “men” to “farmers” and waited.
“I hope these farmers hire us,” Trish said. “Finding a job when you have to milk yourself every hour is so difficult, it’d just be best if our job was being milked.”
“Oh, they’ll hire us, for sure,” Tina said, flipping her hair. “I mean, they’ll hire me at least. Not to brag, but I have to be milked at least twice an hour. Sometimes more.” Erin rolled her eyes at Tina’s bragging. Well, if they were so determined to be milked like a cow, maybe they should look more like cows.
Ignoring her bus home in favor of continuing to mess with the women, Erin followed them to the mall, making changes along the way. By the time they arrived, the women had cow ears, horns, and hooves instead of feet. A few farmers stood outside the mall, clearly waiting for the women.
“So, you’re the milkers, huh?” one of the farmers said. He looked over the women. “Hmm. I’m interested in buying one of you, sure.”
“Good luck with that,” said another farmer. “I’m out.” A third farmer nodded.
“They’re clearly not high-quality milkers,” the third farmer said. “If they were, they’d have fur.” The farmers cleared out, with the only one left being the one who had shown interest in the women.
“Here’s the deal, ladies. I’ve only got room for one cow milker right now, so I’ll only be buying one of you.”
That wasn’t any fun. Erin wanted to see all three of them wind up on a farm. She generated a new sentence.
“Trish is self-conscious about her cow udder.” After changing “cow” to “goat”, Trish suddenly transformed into a female satyr, with goat legs, a tail, and an udder, but human on top. Other than her tiny goat horns.
“Wait, are you a goat milker?” the farmer asked. Trish nodded. “I don’t have any of those. I’m definitely buying you.” Trish beamed. She walked over to stand by the farmer’s side. “Now to choose between you two…”
Erin generated another sentence.
“Sindy hopes she’s a good enough cow girl.” With a quick change, Sindy was now a sheep girl, covered in wool from head to toe.
“Hmm. Actually, you know what?” the farmer said. “I could use both a wooler and a cow milker. I’ll buy all three of you.” The three women clapped in excitement.
Curious as to who the women were being purchased from, Erin generated a new sentence.
“The farmer is buying the women from themselves.”
So, the women were getting paid. But Erin could easily change that. With a smile, she changed "themselves" to...