Trish put the remote back in her purse. If she kept fiddling with it, she was bound to attract Sam's attention.
Mel brought their checks and wished them a good afternoon. Sam pulled some money out of her pocket and left a tip on the table.
"What do you have going on today?" Trish asked.
"Nothing," said Sam. "Why, did you have something in mind?"
"I'm just bored. Let's walk around a bit."
Sam liked that idea. After they paid for their meals, the two cow-girls headed out onto the sunny downtown streets. Trish felt rather warm in her coat, even though it was a cool day. She knew it was because of her fur and wondered if Sam was feeling the same way under her jacket.
The more they walked, the more uncomfortable Trish became. Her fur itched underneath her shorts and shirt. Even her bra was oddly uncomfortable. The clasp kept catching on some fur and tugging at it painfully. She felt like the dogs she often saw that were forced to wear shirts and sweaters by their owners. Real cows didn't have to worry about clothes and styles. Their fur was all they ever needed.
Sam stopped in front of a department store window to admire some of the dresses on the mannequins. Trish used the opportunity to fiddle with the remote. She found some suggested outfits in the remote's database for cow-girls...though "outfits" were hardly the appropriate term. On a human, they would seem scandalous, but on a half-animal covered in fur...
What she was about to do was drastic--and very risky--but she was so hot and itchy she couldn't think of another solution that didn't involve turning back to normal. She set the remote to make the rest of the world besides her accept her changes as normal and then zapped her reflection in the glass window.
In seconds, Trish's coat shrank and folded itself up into a red band that wrapped around her neck. A two-inch golden square bell appeared on the front, with her name etched in fine cursive. Her shirt, shorts and shoes disappeared in an instant, and in the next, her bra, panties and socks followed. She felt a pinch in her nose, and another in her left ear. She could see from her faint reflection in the glass that she now sported a large golden nose ring and a red ear tag.
She shivered at the faint breeze of open air on her furry breasts and crotch, but it wasn't because of the cold. In fact, she felt perfect. She looked up and down the sidewalk at the people walking by. Nobody seemed to give her naked body more than a slight glance.
"It's because I'm not naked," she thought. "I've got fur."
She looked back at Sam, who was bending down to read a price tag. She turned to Trish.
"Do you think this dress matches my blue hair?" she asked, saying nothing about Trish's new collar or absent clothes.
Trish was so surprised by her behavior that it took a minute to remember that Sam expected an answer. "Oh...um...I'm not sure. Maybe you should go in and try it on?"
Sam seemed to like that answer a lot. Trish followed her into the store, noticing a sign on the door that said "Shirt and shoes required to enter the premises."
She looked down at her bare two-toed feet and wondered if she was still required to follow that rule. She had fur, so maybe she didn't need a shirt, but what about her feet? It probably wasn't wise to go walking around town without shoes, anyway. Thinking quickly, she called up the cow menu on the remote and picked out a good set of hooves for herself.
Sam was busy talking with the attendant about where to find more dresses like the one in the window. Trish found a stool nearby and sat down before zapping herself. She didn't want to risk falling over and attracting attention. Her legs slowly but painlessly contorted into more cow-like hind legs. Her feet stretched longer as her red toenails thickened and wrapped around the tips of her feet to become shiny red cloven hooves.
Trish stood up and took a few small steps. She seemed to balance on her new legs naturally. Her tail swayed behind her, helping to maintain that balance.
Now with a little more confidence, Trish walked across the store to where Sam was picking out the right size of dress. Her hooves clacked on the tile floor while her bell chimed on its collar. Some of the store's customers glanced up from their browsing to look at Trish, but quickly resumed their business as if she was just another ordinary human. She did notice one woman giving her a jealous look, though, which made Trish smile triumphantly.