The warm spring day, bright sun light, a long walk, his age, and other matters caused him to sleep beneath a great ole' Elm.
Conciousness came slowly, as a deep sleep broke it's grip. Lying on the grassy knowl and looking up large clouds, like mashmello cream rolled by. As he sighed, he stopped and thought "What!"
A sigh can be both human in nature as well as animal in sound. Yet this sound was very different and startled the ole' man. As he sat up the pain in his head reoccured.
"Oue, my head, as a hand reached up to rub a temple." The temple felt numb, as his head ached abd felt like it was full of cotton. As he stretched his arms, preparing to get up and walk home he stopped and stared.
Warm weather and short sleve shirts show a lot of arm. Yet now they showed two fore legs of a bovine style. Arms covered in reddish brown hairs and cloven hooves where hands were before. Wedged in and between a cloven hoof was the yellow triangle. The sight of his transformation would to most be in terror. He on the other hand, was more interested and rather passive, since his lifestyle was now not what he liked.
Still sitting he pulled at his T-shirt and with some tearing got it over his head and off. Now he could see this reddish hair blend into white hair on his stomac and chest. He sighed again, but this time sounded more like a cow's bellow. Stopping even breathing, he tried to say his name. Aaarrraaaggghhhoooooo! is what he heard. The ability of human speech was lost and therefore without seeing his head he knew it was bovine as well.
Looking down his tennis shoes had fallen off and threw his socks hooves shown their forms. A struggle now insued as hooves and fore legs pushed and pried at belt and pants. Pants which nomally fell off when he would pick up a heavy object, now were difficult in coming off.
Finally they moved and rolling onto his back and kicking into the air the pants and socks flew. Landing on his side and more like the animal he knew was, gave a better view. Reddish hair went down legs to just above light brown hooves. A little white feathering above the hooves made for an interesting and stylish thoughts.
A few busy flies and a boney tail flew into view. Reddish hair with a white tip, "Bing Go, I'm Hereford breed." This for some yet unknown reason pleased the man-cow. Sensual feelings of a hairy naked form and new senses of hooves, tail and flopping cow ears filled the mind.
The out of a relaxing desire he lifted a hind leg and looked toward the expected maleness of a Hereford bull. "Nothing?" he thought. As he leaned forward to get a better view with one eye, all he could se was a little light pink flesh.
"I must be a steer, a male bovine nutless steer, What the Hell good is this?" As he rolled over and stretched fore legs he gained stance on all four legs. "Ahhhah this feels better, taking a few steps the feeling of on all fours seems very natural."
A slow walk soon brings a free joy which sends the new animal into frenzie of kicking and clumbsy jumps. The movement makes other parts flick and bounce. A feeling of testicles makes him bend a head down and swing his neck back.
"What the Hell, Teats, an Udder!"