"A cow? I'm going to be a cow?!" She lamented, eyes and mouth agape looking at the doctor and nurse through the bars of the cage.
"Better get her out and give her a check-up", the nurse said, reaching down to unlock it. As Hannah climbed out she was collared and tagged through the ear.
"Ouch, is that really necessary? I'm not going to run off."
"Sorry honey," the nurse said, "once you left Dr. Morton's office you officially became an animal. We would have to treat you like a pig but we better follow the cattle procedures now." The Dr. took an electric rod from the wall. "It's procedure...we never use it," the nurse attempted to explain and not worry Hannah.
Back in the Dr.'s office Hannah removed her gown and stood nude in front of the medical practitioners. This time, though, her torso looked dramatically different. Her stomach was oddly prounounced, not rounded as if she were pregnant but as they thought more like a cow's udder. Her upper torso and thighs also seemed oddly but indeterminably shaped, her body going through the changes typically charted for a human woman to heifer.
Dr. Morton flicked through a folder and eventually cleared the nervous silence. "Looks like you're going to be a Holstein heifer. You'll have many years ahead of you as a dairy cow. Probably a breeder too given your age."
"I don't know how to feel," she said. "I didn't want to be a pig but...a big fat cow?"
"I didn't want to say it before, but there was a chance as a pig you might be bred a few times and sent off to slaughter before you were 25," the Dr. said. "I think you've got a much brighter outlook as a milker."
Hannah was soon led back to the cage where she lay so cramped before as a Berkshire sow, this time knowing she'd be a cow. She munched on the rest of the hay she was given before. This made her tired and she soon nodded off, for the last time as an 18 year-old girl. Tomorrow morning she'd wake up looking quite different.