"Actually," Susan thought. "You look kind of cute as a cow." Jennifer's mouth fell open. "I mean, you might not like it," Susan said quickly, "But I think...I think I might."
Jennifer couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her friend actually wanted to look like a freak? "How about this," Susan said matter-of-factly. "Transform me into the cowgirl form that I'm thinking of, and then say something like 'Nobody but the two of us will think anything has changed.'" Maybe that will fix it so that I can look like a cowgirl, but people won't be freaked out.
"Okay, if that's really what you want," Jennifer said. "I guess we can still undo that if you change your mind."
"Right, exactly," Susan said, feeling nervous about sharing her feelings about being such a strange thing. But, as long as it was reversible, it didn't really matter that much.
"Transform or Dare, Susan?" Jennifer asked.
"Transform," Susan answered. "But hang on a sec." She bent over to untie her shoes, then pulled off her socks. After that, she reached under her cheerleading blouse and removed her bra. "Okay, I'm ready."
"You will transform into the type of cowgirl you want to be."
"And?"
"Oh, yeah. And you and I will be the only people who think this is strange."
"Hey, I don't think it's that strange!" Susan said even as she felt a rising warmth throughout her body.
"You probably will soon enough," Jennifer muttered as she watched Susan's body grow fur. Fine white hairs spread down her arms and legs and covered her face, every so often giving way to large patches of black. Susan's brown hair even adopted some black spots. The next thing to change was her face. Her ears grew longer and stuck out of her hair. They grew longer and longer, finally giving up the fight against gravity and flopping down. They were also covered in white fur, but had small black patches on them too. Gray horns ripped open her forehead, though surprisingly no blood came out. They curved a few inches up into the air.
Meanwhile, a long tail had formed and was dangling below the hem of her skirt. It had a large fluffy tuft of brown hair at its tip. Susan grabbed the tail in her hands, which were thickening. Now she had to large fingers and a thumb, each tipped in a hard black nail. Her feet had changed too. Now only two thick toes were on each one, and those toes had long black nails as well. Her blouse puffed out, and two large teats were clearly seen pushing against the fabric as her breasts ballooned. Susan moaned in pleasure and both girls could hear milk sloshing around inside them as she rubbed them through the blouse.
The changes appeared to be over. Susan admired her new fur coat in Jennifer's mirror. "See?" she said. "Looks good, doesn't it?"
"If you say so," Jenn said skeptically. "Personally I think you've got a serious bestiality problem and want you out of my house."
"Now that isn't very nice. And this from the girl who's asking a favor. Not to mention...that was another insult."
"Oh, crap," Jennifer said as a tingling occured in her chest. She looked down to see her stomach growing. No...it wasn't her stomach, it was lower than that. When six long teats shot out of her skin, she knew it had to be an udder. She groped the pink swelling mass with her hands, feeling it fill slowly with milk. It stopped growing as fast as it had started, and now she was left with a sack that could hold a football. At least it wasn't too huge...for now. "I'm sorry, Susan. Really. Please, just change me back."
"Are you sorry for teasing me, or sorry that you're being punnished for it?" Susan said testily. "Let's see about that..."