"Well, the cameras are recording, so I shouldn't miss anything, but I doubt anything visible will happen for at least 3 hours. I'll be back then. Enjoy your last few hours of humanity cow boy. Then we'll brand and ring ya'll." He had a curt laugh at Chad's expense before leaving Chad in the dark. He switched off the lights, closed the barn door, and noisily padlocked the door shut.
Chad's eyes adjusted to the dim light that seemed to filter down from the hayloft. There was no way he was going to let anyone brand him. Or ring him, whatever that was? Damn, he was horny. There had to be a way out of these ropes. Ropes stretch, he thought. He began rhythmically stretching his arms and legs apart. It was exhausting, but Chad kept it up for 20 or thirty minutes. The ropes seemed tighter and tighter. His naked body was drenched with sweat. Blades of straw stuck to his skin in annoying places. Now he relaxed his muscles. There seemed to be a little slack around his left wrist. He pulled his hand free. Maybe his bones were shifting, getting narrower in some places, thicker in others? He hurriedly freed himself. Standing naked in the stall in the dim light, he made out a shiny metal on the top of the stall gate. Chad reached up. He felt his muscles strain. Was his loss of range in motion due to his being tied up, or was it because his body was changing, and bulls and cows just couldn't reach like humans? He shuddered at the thought. At last he reached the lock, and slid the hasp back to open the gate. He glanced at the barn door. It was locked. He could make out the ladder stairs to the hayloft and ran upstairs. His knees and ankles seemed oddly stiff. The loft door was open, and a bale of hay was already tied to the pulley near the opening. Chad grabbed a bit of the rope. He looked out. It must've been around noon. The barnyard was deserted. He shimmered down the rope. His bare feet twitched as they landed on hot gravel. He hop-walked over to a patch of grass. He needed pants and shoes, and a way to escape. He walked around the slightly shaded backside of the barn. There were a couple pickup trucks parked between the farmhouse and the barn. He thought about running, but the soles of his feet were cramping up. They really couldn't become hooves could they? He looked at his swollen inhuman genitalia. They belonged on a bull.
He listened. He heard the roar of men cheering. Right the basketball game was on now. It must be close from the faint sound of cheers and groans he heard coming from the house. He headed toward the nearest truck. He opened the door. No keys inside. Chad wasn't sure how to hotwire a car or truck. He looked in the back of the truck bed. There was a pair of dirty muck boots. Chad grabbed them and put them on. They reeked of manure. He scrunched his nose up, but walked over to the next pickup. It too was unlocked, no keys inside. Chad had an idea. He felt under the fender and wheel wells. Bingo. A hide a key. He pulled it out, and grinned as he found the key. He climbed inside the truck. He released the parking break, and shifted to neutral. The vehicle was parked on a slight incline. Chad pushed the vehicle until it started to roll downhill. Then he hopped into the driver's seat. Yeow! He landed on his tailbone which was now sticking out of his spine about 5 inches. He steered the rolling pickup down the hill. He hoped he was too far away for the people in the house to hear or come out to stop him. He started the engine, and raced down the gravel road to the asphalt highway. He got to the gate. Right or left? Where could he go for help?