...Would be the heifer she said she was.
I didnt realize I had wished it untill Sheila gasped in shock at her fingers thickening and reshaping to thick, black, hooflike stubs. Soft black and white hair grew through her panty hose before they shredded from her reshaping legs. In moments, a tail pushed the remains of the panty hose from her still shapely rear. I looked up to her face, which now seemed sexy but bore a short muzzle like the gals in that "C.O.W.Boys" cartoon I used to watch. Her face was white, with a black patch over her left eye, and short, 2 inch horns poking out from her forehead. she was mooing in distress as she fumbled at the earrings turning into silver, numbered, tags.
Finally, panting heavily, she looked at the growing crowd, grabbed my shoulder and propelled me to the hallway to the restrooms. As we got out of sight of the curious, she turned and yelled in fear, her accent thickened by the change "Joey! Whut the Hail did yew do to me?"