The moment of truth as Ken pops open the vial and downs the potion in a slow few seconds. Guarding his view he scrambles open the envelope and takes the first sight of the computer picture of choice.
In front of his eyes he see's the printed caption below the picture and reads it aloud, "First Prize Winner, Best at Show in the year 1961
owned by Robert B. Malcovee of Dacalb, Ill."
Ken was stunned as he looked up and said a short "Oh..Lord God Above!"
The warmth of the afternoon Sun was heating Ken's dark colored body. A warm feeling of relaxing in the sunshine made him slowly stretch and yawn. As he exhaled the yawn a rumbling sound emitted from his dry throat.
Rolling over he lifted his head to see he was not along the service road by the tracks, but laying in a green field. A stuffy nose brought a hard snorting sound that brought back memories of what he'd planned of doing that day.
Rocking himself he slowly rolled up to stand on all fours for a look around. "It must have worked!" Ken thought to himself.
Again a sigh of hope caused the rumbling sound to roll out of his mouth only this time to be heard and understood by Ken. "Baaaawroo!"
He was stunned by the volume and this made him turn to look over his right shoulder. The sight of a bulging black hairy body stretched out behind. A half step right found the hind legs doing the same as he then walked in a circle several times.
An occasional view of a black boney tail swept out past large spreading buttocks. Each turn, each step gave a sensual jiggle from his belly and groin. As knats formed a cloud above his head, ears flicked and slapped to rid him of their annoying feeling.
Again Ken tried to speak his mind only to hear that rugged cry rool out of his throat. Ambling along he saw a well trod path going over the hill to some place beyond. An instinct seemed to move him as he sensed the presence of others not far away.
Reaching the crest of his new pasture hill Ken looked out with sudden glee over literally hundreds of grazing Aberdeen Angus cows. It was at that single moment he knew the fact of his one picture of fate. Indeed he had become some farmer's pride and joy Angus bull. The odd feeling of sensual delight he'd felt as each leg moved was none other that a hardy bull's sheath and balls swinging with each step.
A bellowing "Baaawrooo!" made most of the cows raise their black heads and look with utter lust for his company.