She was running through a random parking lot somewhere in Missouri when she hit a woman on a bycicle.
"Sorry, I was a little distracted." Jen apologized as to see that not only did she get her legs but the bike as well.
"No, no, it was my fault. You have a good day now." The woman said as she trotted off with her new cow body.
Before Jen could think her hands grabbed the handle bars, and her body, with the ten speed bike rode off. Her hand reached down and adjusted the speed to her fastest gear and started peddling as fast as she could. She reached a clip of 40 mph and traveled on mostly back roads. Several days passed of riding as she lost track of where she was. She had passed through the borders of Oklahoma, Texas and New Mexico. She woke up one morning to find that she had ridden the nearly two thousand miles to Las Vegas when here rear tire finally gave way. Her hands let go, and she dismounted the bike, her legs continuing to walk as she regained control of her hands, scratching an itch that annoyed her for the last two days.
"I kinda liked that bike, kinda sad." Jen said to herself as her legs continued their journey through some buildings. She passed through most of the casinos without anyone noticing her, going through fire exits as she walked. Just as she thought she would get through Vegas without a change she bump into...