Mary felt the shock of her malformed body give way to the sheer awe of what had just occured. In a matter of moments she'd gone from an adult to a teenager; albeit a teenager with horns and strange white furred hands. They werent exactly hands anymore now...where they? Wiggling them she looked down to her feet. Strange how giddy she felt, almost like butterflies in her stomach. She remembered feeling this way, back in high school when she'd been asked to prom. The memory of that seemed so fresh and clear now, when in fact she hadn't thought of it in quite some time. Looking down at her udder, she began to think...