I stared at the cow that had moments ago been my beautiful teacher. I couldn't believe what had happened.
"Ms. Fahl is a cow!" I said aloud.
"Yes," said Sharon. "It's sad, isn't it. No one knows how it happened."
"What?" I said quietly. And then, things got even weirder. The cow spoke.
"All right, class," she said. "Today, we're goint to study Allen Ginburg's 'Howl.' Turn to page -- oh. Who's the FFOA rep today?"
"I am, Ms. Fahl," said boy several chairs down. I knew him. He was Freddy Deane, a member of the Ag Club. "Do you need to be milked?"
"Yes, Freddy, and quickly."
My mouth hung open as Freddy went to a corner in the room where, I just now noticed, there was a large bucket and a stool. Freddy picked them both up, set the stool beside Ms. Fahl and set the bucket under her udders! A moment later, I could hear the spattering of milk in the bucket.
"Ahhh. Thank you, Freddy! That's better!"
And then, something happened I really hadn't expected. Looking at Ms. Fahl, knowing her human mind was in the cow's body, fully aware she was being milked in front of the class -- I started to get a hard-on!
There was just one more thing I could think of that would make this more arousing.
"I wish Ms. Fahl had her human head on her cow's body and that everyone would think that was natural, too."
Instantly, the horns and the face receded and I could see Ms. Fahl's face again. Her head was larger than normal so that it better matched the size of the rest of her. Her expression was one of ecstacy.
I picked up my note book and set it on my lap to cover my boner. But I didn't do it before Sharon saw my crotch.