After relieving herself in a way that felt like an explosion, she went back to admiring herself in the mirror. She swayed her teats a little and played some more with her long tongue against her face. She felt her plump limps were much more dexterous now, all the better for plucking grass, so she wondered if she should try it now. Going back onto all fours again, Susan made her way out the bedroom door. Down the stairs and to the back door, her tail swished excitedly at trying out another very cow like activity. Opening the back door she trotted outside into the night air. The exhilaration of of the wind on her naked body made her softly moo in excitement, but she wished a little bit for some warm fur to help her brave the elements better. Her large bovine eyes adjusted quickly to the dark outside, and she could make out the dark shapes of her other cows. It was then that she was overtaken with the herd instinct. Slowly she made her way over the the gate and unlocked it, then quietly began to approach the other cows. They were much larger than her, and she began to wonder if they would accept her. Perhaps if she grew more like a cow? Perhaps, she though, but she did like still being able to use some human things. The thoughts of being a totally helpless cow clashed in her mind with thoughts of wanting to join the herd. She made up her mind that she wanted to only go so far just as she made it close to the cows. she had no idea how she would manage dealing with other humans and paying the tax, but right now all she wanted was to be around other cows. They were all sleeping, and Susan knew it wouldn't be fair to wake them, so she put her head down, bent forward a little and began her first grazing.
The next day Susan awoke inside her barn, buried underneath the straw. For a second her mind raced, trying to figure things out, but bliss returned as she realised she was still part cow. Naked under the warm golden straw, she revelled in the feeling only getting up when she felt the need to join the herd again. All the cows were up, and they expected to be milked. That's right, she still had a job to do, even though she wanted nothing more than to just graze and be with them. As she got ready to do her normal chores, Susan felt that last nights grazing had fattened her up just a tad, her skin now able to brave the environment just a little better. She giggled as she worked stark naked in the shed to get the milk machines ready, the dust, dirt and hey of the barn sticking to her sweaty skin. Normally Susan was obsessed with being clean, but being a filthy cow now felt natural. As she worked she realised how hungry she was, it was still very early and there was time for food before letting in the cows. But what to eat? Thankfully, there was a troff ready to go and a cattle feed bad next to it. “I wonder”, so Susan did just that, cutting open the bag and eatting a cup full of feed.