Mark looked at the milking machine, enjoying the effect that it was having on his new body part. Part of him wanted to return to the vials and undo what had just happened, but another part of him wanted to just lay here and enjoy what was happening.
"Maybe go out and get some hay," Mark thought as he lay there and then shaking his head he thought, "That's not right," as he forced himself to stand and then, with some difficulty and a lot of hesitation of doing so, disengaged the milking machine and removed it from his udder.
Looking about the barn, Mark thought, "The cows can wait. I have to undo this," as he set the milking machine down and then turning, he made his way out of the barn and towards the house, thinking, truth be told, he looked rather ridiculous with an udder.
A sharp pain in his abdomen and groin made him briefly pause, but he pushed the pain past it with the thought, "Got to get back. Got to change myself."
Another pain and this time Mark fell forward. Rolling over onto his back, cradling his udder, Mark nearly cried out as the pain nearly tripled. "What is happening to me," Mark asked himself as he forced himself to roll over onto his side.
Slowly, he started to drag himself toward the house, the pain in his abdomen and groin growing until into it could be felt throughout his udder and down into his thighs. Groaning, forcing himself to stand, his balance off because of the udder, Mark reached a hand down past the udder and into his pants.
When he felt his penis and testicles literally shrinking, he screamed out, a noise that turned quickly into the lowing noise of a cow. Worried that his father would come out to see what all the noise was, Mark made a dash for the house, hand still down his pants, udder still flopping about.
Inside, Mark clumsily made his way back toward the vials and picking up as many as possible, he made his way toward the bathroom. Inside, he doubled over again in pain, dropping the vials on the carpet in front of the sink. Placing a hand between his legs, Mark thought, "Got to drink one of the vials. Can't become a cow. Milking cows are female. I can't and don't want to be a girl!" and then dropped to his knees.
With a loud ripping noise, Mark felt his pants and underwear rip and looking down, he pushed aside his udder and then groaned in disbelief at the lack of any sight of his penis and testicles. Grasping out, Mark grabbed the first vial he could lay hands on, realising as he did so that he might be gaining weight from the waist down.
Thinking, "Down the hatch," he popped the top off and drank half the vial in one gulp, not caring at the moment what he just drank, just hoping that it would end the bovine nightmare he was suddenly facing.