NOTE:  In the interest of keeping with public decency, I’ve censored a few things, done in ALL CAPS so you know to skip it.  I hope that it won’t detract too much from the reading experience.
(Cow to Human)


The rest of the summer went by in a blur.  Every now and then the bull would come by, usually when nobody else was around.  Sometimes David would even invite it to have CUDDLES.  There wasn’t much else to do, and did it ever feel good.  Still, David made sure to CUDDLE around the calf.  It was probably something about his human psyche, but it just felt more... wrong.

Then, one hot summer day, Alicia came to visit him in the barn, a spellbook under her arm.  The bull wasn’t with him then.
“One summer, and you’ve been good about your work since the change.  I’d say it’s time to change you back so your mother can pick you up.  Close your eyes, I’ll try to make this as quick as possible.”
David shut his eyes obediently.  A moment later, her magic flowed over his body like a cool shower.  He could feel his muzzle withdraw, his ears shrink, that damnable udder retract.  His hands became hands once more, and his hips clicked, signifying his change back into a biped.
He sighed his eyes with relief as he stood, the fat rapidly melting away around him.  He felt a few hundred pounds lighter, which was probably accurate.  He stretched out his human spine with relief, cracking his fingers above his head.  The cowbell jingled, and he realized he could feel the cool metal against his chest—more than he should be able to feel.  David frowned with confusion, opening one of his eyes.  He had breasts, an almost obscene pair of E-cup tits that somehow remained firm on his chest.
“Aunt Allie?”  A decidedly female voice left his throat, and he squeaked at the sound.
“Well, that’s not right.”  Alicia frowned slightly.  “Maybe I should have had Mark do the reversal.  Oh well, no use crying over spilt milk.”
“Spilt milk?”  David glared.  He bent down to see he still had a vagina, the pubic hair as long as his fur had been, only softer.  He blinked as he recognized that it was the same shade as his fur, complete with a small spot.
Moreover, his rear was... was... obscene!  He stared at it, a broad, curvy posterior highlighted by wide hips.  “I’m still a girl!  What am I supposed to do with these?”  He propped up his breasts, furious; but also quietly proud at their heft.  “Or this?”  He continued, slapping his ass.  To his surprise, it barely wiggled, a finely toned heart-shaped bottom he’d love to see on anyone but him.
“Find a good husband?  Or a wife; I’m pretty sure both sides will bat for you with a body like that.”  Alicia shrugged.  “I should do something about your hair, though.”
She pointed at him, and David flinched as his scalp tingled.  The familiar sensation of change swept over him, and he shook out his hair as it lengthened until it reached just below his shoulder blades.
Alicia looked at him, somewhat sympathetically.  “I think you need to get used to the fact that you’re a Daisy now.”
David opened his mouth to retort.
“And you should also be glad you’re no longer a cow.”  Alicia cut him off.  “That could have been a more permanent position for you, you know.”
David could feel the anger leave his body, a cold acceptance settling in.  He would probably never be male again; who would change him—her back?  She was Daisy now, and would remain that way until the day she died.  She had tried to fight it the past few months, but she couldn’t keep it hidden any longer.
Alicia put a hand on the girl’s shoulder.  “If it helps, you’re reasonably attractive.  You won’t win any modeling shows, but with a chest and hips like those, you’ll do all right?”
Daisy couldn’t talk about this.  She had to change the subject.  “What about the calf?”
“Oh, him?  Don’t worry too much, we’ve found another farm that’s willing to help out.  Apparently they have a spare cow that’s lactating.”
At the mention of lactation, Daisy could feel her nipples harden, and she looked down to find thin trails of milk leaking from his pert nipples.  Spilt milk.  She giggled hysterically at the thought, a sad half-hiccup.
“Daisy?”
“Yes?”  The girl looked at her aunt, her shoulders trembling as she realized how much of her old life she’d lost.
“Even though we now have a milk cow, don’t you think for one instant that we’ve no more use for you here.  Your mother agreed to send you here every summer, and we could always use another egg-layer in the coop; a decent plow mule; even a good wool-producing sheep.  And—though this is only if you’ve been absolutely, positively vile—we wouldn’t object to having a fresh pig come slaughter.”
Daisy’s eyes widened, fear washing away her every other emotion.  “Y-yes, Auntie.”
Alicia smiled.  She was always terrible at comforting people, but that seemed to work.  “That’s a good girl.  And it’s not all bad, you can keep the cowbell.”  Alicia concentrated on the item in question, shrinking it to more human proportions.
Daisy lifted a slender hand to her neck as the leather collar tightened to fit snugly around her, the metal bell shrinking to a quarter of its size so it fit snuggle between her breasts.
Alicia nodded, satisfied with her handiwork.  “Now get packed, your mother will be on her way soon.”
Daisy nodded numbly, then turned to leave.  Every step she took jingled the cowbell, shook her ample chest.  She wanted to enjoy the feeling of grass against her feet, the fact that she had feet, and not hooves, but she couldn’t.
She pressed a slim hand against the door, pushing it open.

“David?  Is that—oh.”  Trixie paled as she saw her cousin, looking the new girl up and down.
That was the final straw.  Daisy couldn’t keep on a dignified look any longer.  Tears streamed down her face at her cousin’s reaction, and she broke into hiccupping every now and then.  Each intake heaved her chest, and she only cried harder.
“She—she promised me that I was going to be back to normal, and now I’m like this!”  Daisy tried to get herself under control, but nothing worked.  “I’m like this, and...  an...”  Her tears became sobs as she stood over her cousin, crying loudly.
She had lost everything, her old life; her chances of ever finding a nice girlfriend to get married to...  Well, she didn’t really have any friends, so it was mostly the girlfriend thing.  No, worse.  She would never have kids of her own, never be able to come home and see the look on her wife’s face that they were glad to be with one another rafter a day apart.
Daisy continued to cry, and to her surprise, Trixie’s eyes started watering, too.
“I’m so sorry!”  She squeaked, small tears forming at the corner of her eyes.  She sniffed, and started to join Daisy, quiet sobs wracking her form.
“Wh-what?”  Daisy hiccupped, rubbing at her own eyes.
Trixie started to cry louder, then she looked up at Daisy guiltily.  “I-I’m sorry!  It’s just that I was so angry after you said I had a fat ass, and I wanted to get back at you, but making you a cow wasn’t enough and—and—I just had to go a little farther!  I didn’t expect the animal’s instincts to be so strong, for me to actually go through with it!”
Daisy’s sadness gave way to confusion.  “T-Trixie, you’re not making any sense.”
“I’m a shapeshifter!”  To emphasize her point, she ran a hand along a lock of her hair, turning it midnight black.  “I can do some magic too, and I was that bull, the bull that violated you, made you like—like this!  G-go on!  Ha-hate me for this!  I deser-de-des—”  She broke into tears.
Daisy blinked, stunned to silence.  The bull, her bull was actually her cousin?  The bull that had its way with her, but also kept her company on every cold night, that stayed by her side when it rained was this girl around his age?  This girl, who suddenly seemed so small, so fragile?  She blinked again, then did what came naturally.
Trixie shook slightly as Daisy wrapped her arms around the smaller girl’s slender form, her voluminous breasts pressing snugly against her cousin.  Daisy nuzzled her, licked her forehead.  “Thank you.”  She said, resting her head against her cousin’s.
“W-what?”  Trixie sniffed, returning the embrace.  She needed to hug someone, to feel their warmth against her body, to ease her guilt for what she’d done.
“Thank you.  Without you, I don’t know if I would have been able to last this summer; I might have just given up.”  Maybe it was because she had fallen for the bull, maybe it was because Trixie was the only kind person on this farm.  Daisy couldn’t bring herself to be angry at her cousin.
“But... But it’s my fault you ended up like this.”  Trixie sniffled, finally calming down.
Daisy whispered into Trixie’s ear.  “And?  Maybe this isn’t that bad.”
For a moment, the two held each other, grateful for the silence that enveloped them like a warm comforter.  Trixie drew in the scent of her lover, smiling softly as she realized Daisy still smelled faintly of hay.
After a few minutes that could have been hours, Trixie spoke up.  “You know you’re still naked, right?”
Daisy looked down at her cousin, then licked her cheek.  “I think we’re a little past being squeamish about this.”
Trixie blushed, then nodded happily.
“And hey, if it helps, I think we can agree that you hardly have a big ass.”  Daisy giggled softly, slapping her own tush for emphasis.
Trixie pursed her lips, then put one hand on Daisy’s generous hips.  She slid her other hand between Daisy’s legs, sliding her fingers along her cousin’s SKIN.  “I might have to punish you for that.”
Daisy flushed, then put her hands on Trixie’s, goading her on.  “I hope you do.”
CENSORED THEY ARE EATING COOKIES
Trixie slipped her fingers out OF THE COOKIE JAR, letting Daisy slide down the door frame, a contented smile across both of their faces.  Trixie silently noted that Daisy’s breasts were her other weak points; THEY WERE MUCH TOO HEAVY FOR HER TO REACH THE COOKIES.  Probably had something to do with being a cow.  Trixie knelt down next to Daisy, petting her head.
“Good girl.”  She smiled as Daisy numbly nuzzled her hand.
They heard running footsteps, and before they could cover themselves, Trisha burst into the room.  “I heard shouting, is everyone—oh God, Trixie, what the hell!  Is that David, why is your hand wet, did you just—We eat here, you know!”  Trixie broke into confused stammers, her fingers pointing different ways as she tried to make sense of the situation.
“Calm down, don’t tell mom?”  Trixie flushed with embarrassment, which only grew deeper as Daisy slipped her arms around her, pulling her into a hug.
“Mm, ‘s good idea.”  Daisy mumbled, nuzzling her lover happily.
“Why?”  Trisha glared at the two.
“Because I’ll tell her about those fires you started?”  Trixie nuzzled her cousin back, glaring at her sister.  “We have an agreement about accidents with our magic.
Trisha opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, searching for words.  Finally, she settled on a few.  “You know mom will find out eventually, right?”
Trixie nodded.  “I know.  But she can never know we did it... at least that we did it here.”
Trisha paled as she thought about her mother’s reaction.  She quickly waved a hand, and the myriad puddles of MILK AND CRUBS OF COOKIES by the door vaporized.  She then lit a match to deal with the smell, the small wooden stick seemingly appearing out of nowhere.
Trixie waved her now-dry hand slightly.  “Warn me before you do that!”  She pouted.  Pyrokenes could be so inconsiderate.
Trisha huffed, sniffed the air, then nodded to herself.  “Like you warned me before doing... doing this?  Just keep it upstairs from now on.  We’ll talk more later, but I need time to think about this.”  She turned and left without another word.  Well, another word to the couple.  She had more than a few choice curses that were kept to low mutters.
Daisy hugged her cousin tightly.  “Looks like we’re in the clear.”
Trixie ran a hand along Daisy’s arm.  “Mm-hm.”
For a moment, the two savored their embrace.  Then, Daisy broke the silence.
“In a way, I’m kind of glad this happened.”
“Oh?”  Trixie tilted her head back in amusement.
Daisy paused, searching for words before she continued.  “I mean, I’ll never have a girlfriend in the traditional sense, but this is probably much better.”
Trixie smiled.  “And I could use a lover that’s good with work around the farm.”
Daisy opened her mouth to protest.
“And unless that lover would rather me see if I can shapeshift others, she’d best keep any complaints to herself and start thinking of a way to stay here for more than just the summer.”  Trixie turned and smacked her cousin’s hips teasingly.
Well, the work was a chore, but if putting up with work meant a loving girlfriend, good food, and more COOKIES...  Daisy nodded.  “I think I’d like that.”