It's your first day of work at the cafe! Wait-- have you always been a sexy, buxom cow girl? That doesn't seem right, but your boss puts up a very convincing argument (MTF cow girl, mental conditioning, lesbian encounter) ~~~
~~~ Story Text: "M-- Moo?" You stammer in confusion, tilting your head as you stand in your new workplace's locker room.
"Yup!!! Just like that!" The cafe manager cheers, clapping her hands together. "You're so cute, Isabelle,"
You look down at the massive tits tenting the fabric of your maid uniform top. You clearly feel the weight of your chest, along with your wide hips and plump ass; all sensations that feel completely alien to you. 'Why am I here? This isn't right...'
"You're going to do great on your first day! You'll get lots of tips, I promise," your manager teases. "How are you feeling? Are you sore?"
Your breasts and loins throb while strange tingles slowly wash over the entirety of your sultry, feminine frame. "I-- umm... Something isn't right. I don't think I'm supposed to be here-- or look like this," you whine, your cow-like ears tapering down.
"What do you mean? You're a gorgeous cow girl who came to work for the cafe! You lived on the farm with your sisters before coming here."
You turn toward the mirror and stare at the adorable cow maiden reflected. She had such supple, feminine curves. You can't help but cup your tits through the top and shiver as your nipples harden and writhe in response. "Ahhh..." Your vulva shudders and a dull throb assaults the sensitive pink nub nestled within your labia.
When a peculiar wetness dampens your panties, you're sure you've never experienced such feelings before. "I don't-- I don't think that's right. I'm not-- not supposed to be a girl, am I?" You squeak in embarrassment, your tail swishing back and forth.
Your boss sighs and stands behind you. "Of course you've always been a girl. People don't spontaneously change sexes," she giggles. With that, she slips a hand under your skirt and dips her fingers into the front of your panties.
"W-- Wait!" You squeal as your manager's dextrous fingers slide between your wet folds and probe your aching clit. As she promptly pinches the nerve bundle and rubs it between her finger and thumb, you let out a squeal and then a low moan. "M-- mooooo!"
"Shhhh... That's a good girl," your manager purrs. "See? There's nothing remotely male between your legs, dear," she teases, nipping your ear as she continues.
You moan and tremble, leaning against your manager in fear of your legs buckling. Orgasmic bursts ripple through your pelvis, causing your vaginal muscles and abdomen to clench and convulse. "Mmm-- oooooh!" Your thoughts are quickly buried beneath the warm, milky torrent of bliss overwhelming your sultry form. Your nipples ache and leak creamy milk through your top while you give in to your manager's whims.
After climaxing, your boss wraps her arms around you from behind, holding you gently. There's no way you could have been male before, right? Even if you had been, would anyone willingly give up such pleasure just to go back?"
"I'll give you an extra half hour before you start your shift. Take some time and clean up if you need to, hon," your manager grins, kissing your head before taking her leave.
As you glance back to the mirror while panting heavily, you blush at the sight of such a beautiful woman basking in the afterglow of an amazing sexual experience. 'Maybe I shouldn't overthink things,' you muse, deciding life isn't too bad.