Then his captor walked away without saying another word. Chad strained ineffectively against the rope binding him. He struggled for nearly half an hour. He wracked his brain. Who was his captor? Was he really turning into an animal? How was this possible? Why?
"Dang, Chad, I thought you'd be all calf by now," complained his captor from behind him. Chad had been so focused on himself, he hadn't heard the person return.
"Well, the branding iron is hot, and I can't wait around here all day while you finish changing bull boy," the voice said decidedly. Then he added, "Since your butt is still human, this branding iron is really going to hurt. But he'll, it's probably your fault you haven't changed more because you're fighting the change. Least ways you got bull balls, a tail, ears and horns, nose flattening and pushing out a bit too. Now hold still."
"Mmm?mmmmm!" Chad screamed as his flesh seared under the hot iron. He had been thinking this was all some twisted prank. Chad no longer thought that.
Chad's vision was blurred with tears. The figure standing over him in the plaid shirt looked male. He had to know who had done this to him. The man grabbed his head, and inserted something metal in his nose, and then squeezed a tool. His septum was pierced with a big steel ring.
"You got the makings of a fine bull, Chad."
After sobbing a several minutes alone in the stall, Chad renewed his struggles to get free. In his anger. His his hooves slid out of the rope bond. The slack allowed him to pull his hands free. Awkwardly, Chad stood on his hooves. It reminded him of the time he had tried walking in a pair of high heels. He was an athlete, and his center of balance seemed to have shifted, and his ass burned like hell. He walked toward the stall door, and opened it.
Once he was outside the stall, his transformation seemed to stop or maybe it just slowed down. He walked toward the barn door. He sort of recognized the farm house. It was out on Route 69. He should know who lived here.
Chad walked in a lurching manner toward the house. A cow's hindquarters were not really designed for upright walking. Chad's tail lashed against his thighs with each step.
Chad was furious, as he burst through the door to confront his captor. The kitchen was empty. He went into the dining room. No one was home. They hadn't expected him to get out. He turned and saw his reflection in the glass breakfront. He was a minotaur! He reached up and felt his his horns and pointed ears. The ring in his nose throbbed. He bellowed in anger. His fist hit the glass and the breakfront shattered. He pulled the whole cabinet from the wall crashing the china inside all over the dining room floor.
For a moment he chuckled at the thought he was now the proverbial bull in the china shop. He didn't want to be a bull or a minotaur. He wanted to be human. He decided to search the house, and maybe the barn to find out how this was done to him