The power of having a pair reality changing binoculars is too much for you to take in all at once. Something like this could make your dreams come true. You’ve also noticed a setting where they turn into a sort of pair of sunglasses, which could be useful later. You’re about to put them back up when you notice your reflection in the rear-view mirror. What would happen if you were using them when you saw your own reflection? Would you turn into an anthropomorphic bull? Would you be male? Would you be female? These binoculars could easily destroy your life at a single glance. You need some time to think about this. You have all the time in the world to use these things, no reason to screw things up 5 minutes in.
As you drive home you ponder the possibilities. Maybe if you add some more words in as you transform someone, you could alter their thoughts, their personalities, maybe even their history?
You pull into your apartment complex and see that the wall mounted mailboxes are open with several pairs of legs visible underneath. There are 4 men delivering packages for the complex. Well, no better time to test the limits of these binoculars power. You hold up the binoculars and walk around the open wall of mailboxes.
As you turn the corner, one of the men briefly looks back at you.
“How’s it going?” he mumbles under his breath.
You see him through the binoculars, a decidedly average white male in his mid 30’s. But in your mind you picture as a tall, masculine bull, rippling with muscles and having taken a knee to greet his old master after having picked up the mail.
For a moment the world seems to be a daydream, then you snap back to reality. You take off the Binoculars and are holding them in your hand, but the creature you see in front of you is exactly what you imagined.
He’s a 6’2” anthropomorphic bull. His horns look like they could rip a man in half, while his muzzle is very square like, and his teeth are large and blocky. At 300 pounds of pure muscle, he’s wearing nothing but the leather he was born with.
His arms are large and beefy, while his fingers now end in hoof–like tips. They do seem to be grasping the mail though. His legs look like stereotypical cow legs. His feet have two toes each, being cloven hooves now.
He’s currently on his knees and raises his head to look at you as though waiting for something.
“Steel, how long have you been my slave?” you ask. Suddenly you wonder why you called him Steel? Is that his name? It certainly seemed proper.
“All my life master, I was bonded to you shortly after we were both born.” He answers without hesitation, though you can see him raise his eyebrows as if confused. Although this is the first time you’ve met, for him this has been his entire life.
You look over to the 3 other men, but they act as if nothing has happened and continue their work. So you raise up your binoculars as you imagine the same masculine, bullish figure for the other three, but each one being a different breed. And sure enough when you open your eyes, four bull men are standing there collecting your mail, as if nothing ever changed. No bystanders notice anything different either.
“You’re home a bit early master. I picked up the mail. Shall we go to the apartment now?” Steel asks.
“Yes.” you say, as you and the rest of your bulls walk towards the first day of the rest of your lives.