You finally wake up from feinting, and remember where you are. Your blurry eyes confirm it with the cow snout still in view. You feel a wave of relief as the milking machine finally lets go of your teats. As you think “Where do I go from here”, you hear a voice in your head…
“Heyyy Jeffy Jeff how’s it going?”
Richie. You knew it. You don’t know when you’ll get to talk to him again, so you let him have it.
“Rithie I’m going to gith you ONE CHANTH to tell me what the THUCK YOU DID THOO ME you STHICK BASTH-MOOOOOOO”
Well, you let him have it to the best of your abilities, new cow tongue and all.
“Calm down cowgirl! If you’ll let me talk, I can explain everything. So you may remember that fun computer program you ordered recently…” said Richie.
Wait, the Chronivac? You tried using it, but it said that you couldn’t…
“Well, I snuck in and changed ownership to myself before you could do anything major. And I thought it might be fun to play a little prank on you, ya know, because you bully me all the time and whatnot” he said.
That may be an over exaggeration, you’ve pulled some funny pranks in the past, but they weren’t ever THAT bad.
“So I morphed you into a cowboy with no awareness as to yourself changing, Cody came over, and I turned his awareness off too. Then I turned you completely female, morphed Cody into your dominant bull husband, and in his brain you’ve been married for 15 years and you’ve always been cows, so there’s no point in asking him for help. THEN I sent you to a safe haven. A large, inescapable property in the Midwest on a farm run by your husband, and if you walk too far from your house, it’ll just spit you out on the other side. Which means there’s nowhere to go when your husband wants to have sex with you, which I made sure he longs for it every night.” he said. Well that’s just swell.
“So you can try all you want, but there’s no escaping this new reality of yours. Plus I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be an only child… have a good life!” he says, before his voice finally cuts out. Wait, that can’t be it, can it!?
“RITHIE WAIT NO I’M THOWWY I PROMISE I- MOOOOOOOO!” You try and beg, but he’s already gone. This can’t be real. Are you doomed to be trapped in a middle aged cows body for the rest of your life?