Paul and Sylvia walked over to the soft, pleasant grassland. They were completely happy with being cow and bull now, having accepted their new bovine identity.
They were still a little cautious around the human, however; recognizing the profound divide in species.
Sylvia bowed down and started to eat the delicious grass. This was the life. The grass was the best thing she had ever tasted, she gloried in her four-hoofed nakedness. She was so lucky!
Paul was there with her; helping her, protecting her. But still, he had some testosterone to work through. He was a bull after all.
Suddenly, Sylvia decided the best way to embrace her new identity was to start a family.