It must have been a week later as we grazed near the roadside fence line that a car pulled up and stopped. My short time as a Hereford type bull had almost erased human memories. Yet as I looked up with a mouthful of grass I remembered my friend Bob.
Huffing and snorting I raised my head above the wire fence to give greeting to Bob. He smiled and stepped to the fence. Bob tossiled my tuff of fur atop my large head. "Good day mister bull and how is life treating Frank, said Bob?"
I snorted and huffed quickly as though I sported a good laugh.
"I'd say that Circe gave you a fine bovine life. I see maybe thirty cows for fun and one bull, that's you buddy! One week and your body filled out as if you've been a bull a long time."
Bob kneeled down and reached thru the fence fondled my furry sheath.
"Looks like the equipment is big enough to do the job! I kinda wondered since my animal self appeared two nights ago and I must have a cock two feet long! I first thought that being a stallion I'd miss the touching of a mate. Instead the wild delight of sliding over the mare's back and her hair touching mine gives, wow such a feeling! My techinque is improved and the cock slips into the vulva neat and sweet. I would have given up human life and body to be a stallion all the time but I'll blunder along this way. Hey bought a new house with fourty acres and six mares for company. Well enjoy ole' buddy, I'll check in from time to time, bye!"
I liked seeing Bob and was happy that his curse had turned out so well. I watched as he drove off till my attention was broken by a wonderful scent of cows.