Cole had watched a movie about people living in a circus. As he watched the film on television his young eyes saw in the background a horse seemingly enthused with some mare. The stallion sported a massive erection, and Cole glued his eyes to watch the two horses begin the ritual of mating equine style.
After he went to bed, Cole began to have one of those early on wet dreams that boys get when seeing how life is nurtured.
Suddenly, during the dark night he awoke, feeling hot and covered with heavy droplets of his own sweat.
Unsettled from short memories of his strange dream, Cole took a hold to the Medallion. His young mind filled with all he had seen the night before, and as well his recent experience when with friends.
A week before that night he and had gone trail bike riding and when in the rural wilds of some large farm, he watched with wide eyes as a bull and cow had their fun times together.
Seeing the raw mating session, he rode to where the act played out and found on the ground some sticky globs of bovine semen. Being so young and foolhardy, Cole took a sample of the semen in his handkerchief, as if for sniffing at the rank smell that enticed him.
The Medallion in one hand and the other holding to that stinking cotton cloth, he sniffed the scent and verbally announced his wish that if it were possible, Cole Willardson would adore becoming as a bull too!
His words barely had faded into the night when he felt his skin begin to itch.
Like he had hives his skin itched, he scratching it and did so until he felt the first sprouting patches of furry hide. The hide and fur spread quickly, he at first thought it horrible, but after some personal petting of it, he changed his mind and became delighted at the sensation.
Cole laid on his bed and set there looking out the second story window at the back lawn and felt a building want to walk outside and try to begin grazing.
He fought the urge and continued to lie there and drink in the cool night air.
The air made his sinus dampen, his nose ran snot and unthinking much about it, he gave his nostrils a big lick with a tongue better found in the mouth of a bovine animal.
Uncaring, Cole lay on his bed feeling all sorts of strange sensation, the one that made him moan from pain was when his butt ached and he felt his tail bone grow a new appendage.
This alerted him that strange things was happening, he climbed then off his bed and flicking on the bedroom light he eyed his reflection in the dresser mirror.
There, staring back at Cole was the bovine shaped bullish head just like the Black Angus bull that had assaulted the cow in that field.
Cole stood bug eyed with horror, yet feeling the sensations egged him to want more of what it was to become as a bull.
His head was fully changed, and big oval shaped ears flicked and slapped at the sides of his fur covered head.
Youth is often foolish and he in the privacy of his bedroom and seeing the Medallion glowing so brightly, he had to think his wish, asking of the magical coin to make of a young teenager, the essence of what would be a black Angus bull of similar age.
The Medallion took Cole at the letter of his word, it increasing the manner of changing his body, adding mass, and maturity, making a matured bull as if at the ripe old age of thirteen years.