Mark gripped the vial in his strange hoodlike hands and guzzled the contents
desperately. He wasn't going to be a cow! He wasn't going to be female!
He felt the tingling fire through him. He watched in relief as his udder shrank , but
began to worry when his cock dudnt reappear. His worry increased as his hairy arms
suddenly blossomed in brown fur and a long dopey tail shot out. What had he drunk?
He glanced at the suddenly larger vial: field mouse/doe. Doe?! That meant female!
No! He was still changing to a female!
The vial lurched and grew too large for him to hold...no, he was smaller. And getting
tinier faster! Gus face lurched out into a pointed snout and he hunched over, his
skeleton forcing him to a four footed stance.
Where there had been a panicked half-cow, there was now a terrified female mouse.
Mark looked up at the huge vials hopelessly. He'd need help to open those, now...