Jared stood there butt naked with the ring of a bull still lodged in the bridge of his nostrils. Eyes wide as showing the surprise as he knew he was caught.
"Hey dude, you are kind'a out of bear, not having bull fur tends to make the need for clothing as something real, doesn't it!" John taunted his friend, both seeing the other, they stepped together and gave each a friend loving hug.
"Your back to being you, I thought you might of gone out on the last shipment to the market and likely slaughtered," spoke John, the tone of his voice showing the emotion of that special moment.
Choked up yet from the surprise, Jared could only reply, "Yea, but it feels nice being me again, although I lost my balls from the experience, I would rather be as me than as a bull."
Together they searched the closet for clothing that might fit Jared, John being slightly taller than Jared and about fifty pounds his lighter'.
Once clothed and feeling a good bit more to the comfortable again, Jared asked John if he knew where the belt buckle was, as if maybe his parents had the magical bobble.
John grinned that dumb shit grin he could do when knowing more about something than what he had said.
"What, what do you know of the buckle?" Jared whined, his voice and tone showing massive emotion, as down deep he had a faint hope the magic could grant to him what the farm owner had slit and cast to his hungry dogs.