The allotted month passes quickly, but even so, you're glad when the barber suddenly appears in the barn and changes you back to a human male. Before you know it, you're back in the barber shop in the same chair you were sitting in before. Pointing to the picture of the cowboy and the horse again, you carefully explain that you had wanted to be the cowboy to begin with. He nods and begins to work on you. Your hair turns a rich, golden blonde and grows down to your shoulders in a thick, shaggy mane. Your skin turns a dark, tawny shade of gold, and becomes as tough as leather. Your muscles swell and expand outward with explosively growing power. Your eyes turn a deep, crystalline, almost violet sapphire blue.
You watch in the mirror on the wall as the changes occur, and a grin of ever-increasing delight spreads over your drop-dead-gorgeous face. Your clothing transforms into an awesomely luxurious western outfit--a black satin vintage-style cowboy shirt, a bright metallic green satin scarf around your ever-more-muscular neck, a pair of heavy rayon gabardine ranch pants with keystone belt loops, an unusually wide carved and tooled leather belt which is studded with jewels, an oval-shaped, jewel-studded trophy buckle big enough to completely cover your powerfully-muscled abdomen, and cowboy boots which come up just over your knees, with multi-colored inlays and overlays, needle-pointed toes, extremely high, tapered, undershot riding heels, and--to your delight--platform soles! The barber comments that some country music stars, especially Dolly Parton and Little Jimmy Dickens, have worn platform-soled boots with extreme high heels for many years.
As the barber finishes his work, a super-wide-brimmed cowboy hat with a super-luxurious fur finish, like the fur of a mink or a chinchilla, appears on your head. Then heavily-jewelled spurs suddenly appear on your now-also-jewelled boots, along with a Bon-Jovi style leather jacket with 24-inch fringe, fringed gauntletted gloves, and huge batwing chaps, all of which are covered with jewelled silver studs. Giant silver and turquoise studs appear in each of your ear lobes as you leave the barber chair, along with a gorgeous squash-blossom necklace of silver and turquoise, accented with other precious stones in every color of the rainbow.
Feeling every inch a rock-and-roll cowboy, you swagger toward the door. As you open it, your jaw drops open in astonishment as you behold an incredibly muscular Palomino stallion, bedecked with a full western parade saddle and bridle outfit that fairly drips with gold, silver, platinum, and precious stones. The huge stud whinnies with excitement and affection as you approach. You stroke his nose, head, and muzzle lovingly, as you talk to him softly.
As you swing up into the saddle, you feel your muscles swelling still further, growing even larger, handsomer, and more powerful. The stallion also becomes more muscular, his already-luxurious mane and tail growing even thicker, longer, and silkier. As the transformation finally climaxes, you realize that you have become the ultimate mixture of Roy Rogers, Gene Autry, Jon Bon Jovi, and Pecos Bill.
The barber appears at the door, grinning with pleasure as you warmly thank him. "Just making up for the misunderstanding," he says. With that, the stallion suddenly rears up on his hind legs just like in the movies, and makes the air ring with his neigh of exuberance.
You lift and wave your hat, yelling, "YEEE-HAAA!!" at the top of your lungs, then a gentle touch of your spurs sends the two of you almost flying off into the sunset toward the ranch where you will spend the rest of your life in rock-and-roll cowboy luxury.