As eyes opened Mitch looked up from his bed to see only white ceiling. A grown as he rolled over feeling all the worse for wear from the crazy night in front of the theater.
Rolling around he sat on the bedside. A stretch of this arm and then the other as they felt tight. A yawn made him stretch out both arms, mouth wide open his tongue stuck out so far as to wipe the end of his nose.
This touch had never happened before and the feeling made Mitch jump a little more awake. Feeling ever so stiff he rose to stand finding himself rather shaky. Leaning on this piece of furniture and that doorway he made a slow walk to the bathroom.
Flicking on the light it's brightness blinded his eyes all the more. Haunched over the counter and sink he waited for his eyes to adjust and sight to clear.
Blurred eyes began to focus better as he jumped back from the sink. A wild looking bull he saw in the mirror. A rush of terror calmed as he thought he'd seen a crazy mirage put to his mind by that damn Mex last night.
Rubbing his face he had one bad thick beard. As fingers rubbed out the sandman's crustings he again peered into the mirror. There looking back at him in the full length glass was the most black or black bovine bull that might of trod the Mexican bull ring.
A squared heavy boned head with two foot long curving horns sprouting the crest of his head looked back at him. Nostrils blacks and running of snot made him uncomfortable as a huge pink tongue burst from black thick lips to wipe his nose with a slurp.
As Mitch put his hands onto the counter he leaned ever so close to huff a steamy breathe over the mirror. A deep breathe made him snort as if ready to charge the Matador. A shake of the head made him notice two black ears to the sides of the block bone head. Closing his eyes he wished this all to be a dream. "I wish that the DAMN Mexican' to know I'm sorry for telling him like it is!" Mitch thought.
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Paco emerged from behind the door, he was shaking his head looking pissed and holding the amulet.
"Gringo, that's bull! But you, no longer are. If only you had shown me the respect I deserve, you might be a man again. Tch, tch."
Mitch felt funny, and clutched his stomach. He felt his pecs moving, his nipples slid down his body toward his belly button. A sudden pressure at his groin revealed that his organs were burrowing deep into his flesh. His lowered nipples began to divide like microscopic organisms and drifted through his flesh toward each other. Coarse black hairs sprouted down his arms, his hands clenched as the bones and flesh reconfigured themselves. Mitch let out a scream that sounded more like a cow's bellow, and fell to the floor. His new forehooves clattered against the tile.
"When you're done changing, Gringo, come to the kitchen. I like fresh milk with my cereal," and he added as he turned to leave the bathroom, "If you're not there in five minutos, I'll soak my hands in ice water before I milk you. Also, if you don't show, well, my girlfriend's papa has a ranchito outside of town, and there's a horny bull there named Pepito that would be happy to give you lessons in respect. If you know what I mean, Bossy." Paco winked, and laughed.
"Heh, heh. Bossy Americano, now Bossy the Cow! Heh, heh, heh," he cackled down the hallway.
Mitch stood there as he felt his udder swell and hang down with the weight of the milk he was producing. His new tail flicked across his huge cow butt. Mitch contemplated his options, unless he regained possession of that amulet, this dumb Mexican literally owned him. Mitch decided to...
(I borrowed the first half (above the dashed line)from Happy Sunrise Farms, hope he doesn't mind, and twisted his original taurine result into a bovine one)