Written by Gabrielle. Contains transformations. All rights reserved by this website and Gabby.
 This is an all new story.   

                                   Moo

  Chapter 1
 
Her eyes locked with the man that stood across the room from her. He had a reputation of being a severe torture master. Laura knew that if she were to ever give her life to him, nothing would ever be the same again. None of the men ever told exactly what Matt did to the women that left with him, but Laura knew they were never seen at the pain parties again.
 
 Her heart began to beat rapidly as Matt approached her. Laura started to run, but stood, waiting, and knowing what would happen. He said, “I understand you have been asking about me?” 
  
She could only nod.
 
 Matt asked, “Do you think you want to give yourself to me?”
 
Somehow she found her voice and said, “I lost my job this week and have no family that is near. I am lonely and scared. I was seriously considering talking to you tonight.”
 
 He laughed, handed her a business card, and said, “You aren’t ready for me. Get your life in order and then call me.”
 
 She grabbed his arm as he spun away from her. Laura said pleadingly, “I wanted to go with you before I lost my job. It was just that the job held me back. Now that I am free, I can live my dreams.”
 
 Matt turned to face her once more and said, “Do you have any idea what I do to girls like you?”
 
“No.”
 
“Good,” he smiled and said, “I don’t like my girls to have any preconceived ideas about life on the farm.”
 
“You will accept me?” she asked hopefully.
 
 He asked, “Do you willingly give me your life, body, and soul to do with as I wish?”
 
She nodded as her hands shook. This decision was one she hoped she would never regret.
 
 “Leave your number, “Matt said as he pointed to the bartender, “and you will receive a call with directions.”
 
 “Yes sir,” she said.
 
 Matt walked away and that was the last time she ever saw him.
 
 
 The next three weeks were excruciating as she waited for the phone to ring. A week after the party she had received a letter telling her to get her affairs in order.  Laura had done just that. She had set a date to have the utilities turned off and had given notice to the landlord, who wasn’t happy that she was skipping out on the lease.
 
 By the next week Laura was sitting naked in her bare apartment. She had divided her clothes between Goodwill and the homeless woman down the street. The furniture, which most had been bought on credit, was returned to the store. What few things she owned, she gave to people walking down the street, and to her neighbors. The only article of clothing she had was a long men’s t-shirt. This was all that covered her body when she had to make short treks outside the apartment.
 
 Laura sat nude on the floor, legs crossed, as she stared at the pile of photos and letters in front of her. This was every love letter, photos of her family, and her birth certificate. She scooped them up and dumped them into a small wastebasket. The match flickered to life as she struck it to the side of the box. The girl looked into the wastebasket and saw all that had been her life. In one instance it would all vanish.
 
 The paper in the wastebasket grew quickly to a roaring fire. The heat from it felt hot against her face. Some how watching her past was satisfying, because she had a new future ahead of her. Laura leaned against the wall and watched the flame die along with her past.
 
 The telephone startled her as it rang. She saw the lone object in an otherwise empty room and thought how out of place it was. Nervously she crawled across the room and took the tiny cell phone in her trembling hand and said as she opened it, “Hello?”
 
The strange voice asked, “Did you follow all the instructions?”
 
Laura looked at the smoke rising from the wastebasket and replied, “Yes.”
 
There was no emotion to the voice on the phone. It did not seem to wish for a particular answer. The voice said, “Stand out side and a truck will be by shortly.”
 
The phone went silent. She dropped it to the floor, not caring if it broke.  Laura stood, slipped on the large t-shirt, and walked to the door. She turned to survey the apartment she had spent the last six years in and walked out the door, knowing she would never miss the life that belonged to the apartment. She left the wastebasket that contained her past and the family that had long ago abandoned her.
 
She stood on the sidewalk; people stared at her nearly naked body. If the truck didn’t come soon, she feared she might be arrested. Laura’s heart was beating wildly as she saw a large truck approach and then stop in front of her. She was reaching for the door handle when the man leaned over and said demandingly, “In the back with you.”
 
Steel slats, forming a fence like structure, surrounded the back of the truck. The lower part was covered with canvas, while the upper part was open. With temperatures in the sixties, she knew the ride wouldn’t be a comfortable one. A canvas covered the back of the truck from top to bottom. She pulled herself into the truck and fell over something. She saw that it was another girl.
 
Laura apologized to the woman with blonde hair and immediately felt a pain in her left shoulder. A pain so great it nearly knocked her out the back of the truck. A beautiful woman with long black hair stood before her holding a shocking cattle prod. The woman said, “Get that shirt off and don’t ever let me hear you speak again.”
 
Laura did as the woman said and found a place to sit in the near the back. She had not expected other girls to be in the truck, but there were more than a dozen, and all naked as she was.  Laura wanted to ask so many questions, but didn’t want to risk the cattle prod again.
 
They rode all day. There was no way to get comfortable in the back of the cold wind swept truck. The wind blew the canvas constantly, playing a constant, annoying, rhythm. One girl had tried lie down, but was shocked on her pussy with the cattle prod by the dark haired woman. The woman was obviously their guard and was there to see to it they were did not get comfortable.
 
Just when Laura thought she couldn’t take the cold and hard floor any longer, the truck turned onto a dirt road. The guard finally spoke and said, “We are at the farm. When we get there, go into the house to be processed. There you will have your last chance to back out. You will also get your first orders. When you have these orders do them exactly as written or you might not live to see another day. By that time you will have signed over your life to the farm.”
 
When the truck stopped, Laura was the second off since she had been the first on. She was led into a room and the door closed behind her. She stood there unsure of what to do. The room looked more like it belonged in a hospital than a farm. This made the girl even more nervous and started to rethink her decision.
 
Thirty minutes later the door opened and a man in a white smock entered and said as he handed her a clipboard, “Read this and sign it. If you don’t sign it a truck will leave within the hour.”
 
 Laura read the form. It stated that the farm got all rights to her body. They were to modify it as they deemed fit. If at any time they feel the body is of no further use, they had the right to terminate it. The girl closed her eyes as her trembling fingers gripped the pen they held. Suddenly, as if acting on its own accord, her hand guided the pen as it signed her name.
 
 The man did not smile or give any indication he was happy that she had signed. He said only, “Lay on the table and someone will attend to you shortly.”
 
She did as she was told; the table was hard, much like the one in her doctor’s office. A few minutes later a woman wearing a white coat came in and said, “Open your mouth.”
 
Laura did as ordered and the woman inserted a steel clamp to force her mouth open even wider. It was a clamp similar to the ones she had seen her dentist use. The woman then sprayed something in Laura’s mouth and the girl felt it go numb.
 
The woman, that appeared to be a doctor, began doing something in her mouth. It hurt slightly, but not terribly. She had felt more pain in sessions with her masters. A few minutes later, the doctor said, “Don’t try speaking for a few days.”
 
This delighted Laura, this meant that she would eventually be allowed to speak again. She had feared she would be forced into a life of silence. She was then allowed to sit up and a blindfold was placed over her eyes. The doctor said, “Sit here and someone will come to take you to your stall.” Just before the doctor left, she gave Laura an injection. The shot was more painful than the previous procedure had been.
 
Laura thought, “Stall?”
 
 Just as the doctor had said, someone came and led her from the building. The ground hurt her the feet that had worn shoes most of her life. Laura hoped she might eventually get to wear shoes once again. Going barefoot the rest of her life was not something she looked forward to.
 
 Eventually they stopped and the person said, “Once you hear the door close you can take off the blindfold.”
 
She nodded, remembering that she wasn’t to speak for several days. She did not expect what she found as she removed the blindfold. The room was exactly as it had been called, a stall. The floor was dirt, covered with hay. There were no windows, only a vent at the top of one wall. The walls were rough-hewn wood. There was no place to sleep but the floor. Laura knew the hay would itch terribly and hoped her body would eventually get used to it. If not, she was going to have a miserable existence.
 
 Her throat began to hurt, so she looked around for a pitcher of water. The only sign of water was a trough near the door. She looked into it and was glad to see that the water was clean, as well as the trough itself. Laura sat down, the hay digging into her rear, and began to scoop water into her hands, ladling it to her mouth. The water was cool and refreshing, just what her throat needed.
 
After getting her fill of water, she began to feel drowsy. Soon there was no fighting the sleep and curled up on the hay covered floor, ignoring the itching, and fell fast asleep.
 
 Laura woke and her head ached as if she had been hit in the head.  Sleep filled her eyes and she raised a hand to rub her eyes and was shocked to full alertness by what she saw. Her hand and arm was in a cast, as was her other one. She screamed, but the only sound that came out was a deep, “AAAAARRRRGGGHHHH.”
 
 The girl screamed again and once more the sound came out as, “AAAARRRRGGHHH.”
 
It was only now that she realized what the doctor had done to her. She somehow knew that had happened days ago, not hours, as she had first thought. As calmly as possible, Laura sat up to see what else had been done to her. To her shock, her legs had been removed at the knee. The stumps were covered in thick bandages. She could not begin to imagine what had been done to her hand. All she could think of through the shock was, “Why?”
 
 She then noticed the pain in her abdomen and looked down to see stitches that traveled the entire length of her abdomen.  Laura began to cry at what had been done to the body she had always admired. Her body had been the only thing in her life she had ever admired about herself. She hated herself for allowing these people to mutilate it.
 
 Days passed as she felt less sorrow and began to wonder more what they had done to her. She drank the cool water and ate the mush from the other trough.  One thing had changed, with her hands in cast she was no longer able to feed herself, she was forced to stick her mouth in the water and mush. After eating and drinking she wipe her face as best as possible on the hay-covered floor.
 
 Toilet issues had arisen as well. It didn’t take the girl long to figure out she should use one corner of her stall for that purpose. That made it easier for the men that came to clean her stall. Each week someone would come and check her wounds. Each time they would smile and tell her she was doing great.
 
 It had been a month when the doctor came in and said, “I think its time to remove your bandage and to change your diet. Once we have you walking around, we will discuss your eating instructions.”
 
 It took a saw to remove the cast and what Laura saw was not what she had imagined. Her hands had been removed and something resembling a cloven hoof had been grafted onto the end. The most astonishing thing about her arms was the fact her elbows had been inverted. Her arms now bent backward, not toward her mouth. It was clear to the girl she would never use her arms for much more than moving around.
 
 Her legs had been more predictable. They had been cut off at the knee just as she had thought. The only thing she hadn’t expected was how. What had been the knee, was now tapered and a similar hoof had been grafted on.
 
 The doctor said, “Lets see you stand on your new legs.”
 

  Laura now understood why her arms had been mutilated; she had been transformed into a four-legged animal. Reserved to her fate, she did as the doctor asked and twisted around until she lying on her belly. It took some work, but she managed to get on her four new legs. It hurt at first, but the longer she stood on them the better they felt.
 
Without being told to do so, she took a tentative first step and fell. She would have to retrain her mind to use the new limbs. Still, she managed to walk halfway across the stall without falling. The feeling she felt was not one she had expected, instead of anger or pity, she felt elated to have accomplished the small feat of walking on her new legs. She began to look forward to being totally healed and practicing walking with her new legs.
 
 The doctor said proudly, “You did well the first time. Now there are some other things you need to know. You have been given injections to help you produce milk. You should begin to lactate soon, but if you do not produce enough milk with the injections we will have to impregnate you.”
 
 The thought of being milked excited her and the thought of forced impregnation had always been a fantasy of hers. This nightmare was turning into her life long fantasy come true. The doctor interrupted her thoughts and said, “Now, you need to learn how to eat. You have been living off feed and water. Its time you learn to eat your main staple, grass.”
 
 By now this did not surprised the girl, but she wondered what the doctor meant by “learning to feed”.
 
 She didn’t have long to ponder this, the doctor said, “I am sure you have noticed the incision in your abdomen. We modified your digestive system. It took some time for the changes to take full effect. We have been giving you drugs to delay the full effects.”
 
 The doctor nonchalantly stuck Laura with a needle in the ass and said, “In a few minutes you will have the urge to belch. The food you have eaten the past twenty-four hours had been held in one of your stomachs.”
 
 Laura remembered back to high school science how cows had four chambers in the stomach. The first one was where the food went when first swallowed. There it was broken apart, partially digested, and regurgitated. Later it was re-chewed and then swallowed once more where it was finally digested into the body.
 
 At that moment Laura burped and found an awful taste in her mouth. Beyond that she could taste the mush she had been eating. Since this had been soft mush to begin with, she had little to do other than swallow it.
 
 The doctor said, “I see it’s working already. You can practice with the hay on the floor. If you master that, the grass will work out even better.”
 
 After the doctor left Laura realized she was starving. She also realized the shot had been retarding her hunger. She had soon regurgitated and swallowed all that was in her first stomach. Tentatively she took a bite of the hay on the floor. It was dry and chewy. She chewed until her jaws were beginning to ache and finally swallowed. She repeated this until she could chew no longer.
 
Laura lay on the floor wondering how long it would take before she could begin chewing her cud. The hay had so far done little to stave off her hunger. An hour later she tried belching and up came the hay. The time in her stomach had softened the hay remarkably. She chewed, breaking it into even smaller pieces and then swallowed. The taste was horrible, but she had to eat and this was all she had.
 
 That night Laura was eating either fresh hay from the floor, or chewing her cud. She remembered back to school and how the cow spent much of its life chewing. She knew if she were to survive, she would have to chew.
 
 That morning she woke and lay there chewing her cud when a strange man entered her stall. She looked at the man and mooed. Laura has been practicing on her voice and had a realistic moo now. The man said, “The Doc says its ok for you to be turned out to pasture. Say good by to your cozy stall.”
 
 Nervous about leaving her home, she followed the man, walking expertly on her newly formed legs. She had spent hours in the stall walking back and forth. Laura had even managed to trot a little. It was odd walking somewhere other than in the small stall. Her growing breasts swayed rhythmically as she walked. She knew they were filling with milk by the size and the increase weight. The girl wondered what it would be like to be milked.
 
 They exited the barn and the bright sunlight hurt her eyes as first. Yet, the sun was welcomed on her back. The man noticed how she reacted to the sun and said, “There are a clump of tree just on that hill. That’s where most of the cows gather on hot days. You have no hide so be careful to not get sunburned.”
 
 Laura nervously walked off from the man and out into the massive pasture. Until now she had never thought about there being with other cows like her. She was nervous about meeting them, but also knew it world be nice to have some company, even if they couldn’t talk.
 
The girl cow nibbled on the grass as she walked slowly up the hill. She found some grass tasted better then other. She wasn’t sure how long or how far she has traveled, but saw the trees were near. Underneath it she could make out forms.
 
Nervously, Laura approached the cows standing under the tree. As soon as she entered the shade, the girl cow was glad to be out of the sun. All the girl cows looked at her, sizing her up. One particular cow with red hair smiled at Laura and came close enough to touch her cheek to hers. Even without speech, this made her feel welcomed. The rest of the day she and the red cow stayed close as they nibbled grass.
 
 After a while the red cow began to walk away. A short distance away she turned back to looked at Laura as if asking her to follow. She was later glad she had. They went down the hill to another shady spot with a cold stream running through it. The cold spring water felt good on her parched throat.
 
 She and the red cow became constant companions. Laura had noticed this was not uncommon. Many of the other cows stayed in groups of varying size. Life in the pasture was relatively nice. At night it often got cold, but she huddled with her new friend to stay warm.
 
 On the fifth day things took a turn for the worse. The sky turned dark and it began to rain. Laura watched the other cows and thought they might go to the barn for shelter, but they all gathered under the tree and huddled close.
 
The rain was cold and bitter, the tree offered little protection. For the first time Laura was truly regretting her decision. Until then, nothing had been unbearable.  Tears, mixed with the rain, began to stream down her cheek. Her red cow friend saw this and kissed her. She welcomed the touch and for the first time since arriving at the farm, she felt human. Still, during the kiss there was a reminder, she could taste the other girl’s cud.
 
 It rained for three days; the pasture had turned to mud. The only grass they could eat that didn’t have dirt on it was the very tip of the blades. The dirt didn’t matter because the rain had finally stopped and they were able to eat grass that hadn’t been trampled on by the other cows.
 
 For several days she had noticed the pressure more in her breasts. On this day it had turned to pain.
 
She looked down to see her breasts had quadrupled in size from her previous “B” cups. With no other options, she left her friend and made her way down the hill. She walked to a man that was washing a cow. He looked at her and said, “Oh I see someone is ready to be milked.” He pointed and said, “Go to that barn.”
 
 Laura walked up to a man that was standing at the door, he opened it and she walked in. Each wall of the milk barn line with stalls, with cows filling most of them. Laura followed the man to an empty stall. It was so small she barely fit. At the end was a small slot for her head. There she found two troughs, one with fresh water, and the other with mush similar to what she had eaten in her stall. The man pressed a button and the gate closed, forcing her shoulders against the front of the small stall, holding her securely in position.
 
She heard a sound and something rose from the floor below her. She felt something come in contact with her nipples. There was a sucking sound and the machine began to gently suck the milk from her breasts. Within moments the pain in her breasts subsided.
 
 It took over an hour for the milking process. She was sure the machine sucked well past the time it took to retrieve her milk. She then remembered how the suck actions of babies increased milk production. Finally the machine withdrew and the gate opened. Laura made the long trek back up the hill to her friend. They had smiled brightly at seeing each other. This had been the fist time they had been separated since meeting. Laura was sure she was falling in love with the cow.
 
 Each day she made the trek to the barn to be milked. She began to notice that some cows made the trip twice a day. Laura eventually had enough output for two trips. All the men smiled when they saw her coming, they told her how she produced more than any cow in the barn.
 
 One day in the barn while being milked the doctor came to her and said, “When you are finished here come to the room at the end of the barn.”
 
 An hour later she was standing in the room before the doctor. The doctor said, “I have been developing new techniques and I want you to be the first.”
 
 Laura nodded nervously, unable to imagine what else they might do to her. Two men picker her up and laid her on the table. The doctor gave her a shot and the bright light of the room vanished. How long Laura was out, she didn’t know.
 
 She woke in the stall she had been in when first coming to the farm. Laura stretched, managed to get up, and made her way to the watering trough. She drank until she could hold no more and then noticed her reflection in the water. All but her lips, nose, cheeks, and the areas around her eyes were covered with brown fur. She looked at her body as best she could and saw it too was covered in hair. Only her breasts and belly were bare of hair.
 
 There was something else different, but she couldn’t figure it out. She could feel something that wasn’t there before. Straining to look backward, she gasped at what she saw, a tail. It protruded out from her tailbone and was covered with the same soft brown hair that now covered her body. As much as she was shocked to see the tail, she thought of its benefits. Too often flies would light on her back and with her modified arms it was nearly impossible to shoo them away.
 
 That evening she was released back into the pasture. She was in a hurry to see her friend and to show off her new coat. Laura knew the new fur was going to make a huge difference at night and when the cold rains came.
 
 Just as she had imagined, the other girl-cows hurried to her, to examine the new tail and fur
 
Laura mooed happily as she saw her red haired friend. She wanted to hug her, but that was impossible with her modified arms. They did kiss, but Laura noticed there was something missing in the kiss.
 
 Weeks went buy and the new coat had proven valuable. While the others shivered in the cold rain, Laura continued to graze comfortably in the pasture. This took its toll on the girl-cow because the other girl-cows began to treat her as an outcast, even her best friend, red, was reluctant to come around her.
 
 Laura began to spend her nights alone and crying. As much had she accepted the fact she was no longer a human, she hated what she had become. She wanted to die because she could never be like the other girl-cows… she was now different. She hoped the next time she went to the milk barn that she would never return.
 
 One day returning from the milk barn, she noticed red was gone. She feared the worse. Laura had seen cows being taken in to the barn and slaughtered. She knew that might be her fate someday. That was the accepted part of living live as a cow. Still, she would never want her friend to go to slaughter before her.
 
 A few days later, she was lying on the ground chewing her cud and despairing. She heard a familiar moo and looked up to some something red coming toward her. She got quickly to her hooves and trotted down the hill toward the mooing cow. To her surprise and delight, it was red. She was back and covered in beautiful red fur.
 
 When the two girl-cows met, they kissed passionately. It was no doubt; the two of them had fallen desperately in love. Even under these circumstance she had manage to find something she had never known as a human, love. Now that red had fur and a tail, she was no longer different and shied away from Laura.
 
 In the weeks to come all the girl-cows got a tail and fur. Laura was no longer different. She was accepted back under the tree with the others, but it was rare she could be found there. More often she and red were out in the pasture eating and kissing.
 

Chapter 2
 
 
 
“This is Katie Caustic reporting from the “Circle G” farm,” she said smiling brightly into the camera. “It''s only recently that full knowledge about this farm came to light and new legislation was quickly enacted to make the farm legal.”
 
The camera panned out across the massive pasture, stopped, and zoomed in on a small grove of trees. It was too dark under the clump of trees to see much of anything, so the camera zoomed out and continued its pan until it was aimed at Katie Caustic once more. She said, “Today I came here to give you an inside look at this farm and how it’s able to produce the milk that has become so popular. Never did anyone think milk would come to replace colas.”
 
 At that moment a woman in a white coat appeared at Katie’s side and the reported said, “This is Doctor Amy Dancer, the doctor that developed these amazing techniques and leads operations on the farm.” She turned to face the doctor and asked, “Why did you begin such experimentations?”
 
 “Years ago I found certain women had fantasies, “she blushed awkwardly, “so I set about finding ways of allowing these women to bring those fantasies to life.”
 
 “Interesting, “mused the reporter, “I hate that we don’t have time to get into the whys of these fantasies, but we need to get onto the purpose of my being here.”
 
 The reporter turned toward the camera as it zoomed in close on her face. She said, “Today this reporter has agreed to go through one of these transformations for you. I understand the process is long and complicated, so the station will edit it to show you only the best parts. We will take you live right up to the first incision. I have asked the good doctor to keep me awake through every step so that I might be able to give you vocal descriptions of what it’s like for me. Usually the voice is the first thing modified so that the subject can no longer speak, only moo like a cow. The doctor has agreed to forego that until some later date. I also hope to later give you a report of life in the pasture.”
 
 Even though Katie was giving a brave front to the camera, she was scared to death. She did find the idea of becoming a cow exciting, but that was not the primary reason for having the process done. Stupidly she had ran up a gambling debt and the station would fire her for sure if they found out she was involved with the mob. The woman figured by doing this she could kill several birds with one stone. The mob would figure she had been punished enough, the station would have great ratings, and she would live a fantasy while winning a Pulitzer.
 
Katie faced the slightly older woman and said, “Doctor, I’m ready when you are.”
 
The doctor smiled and said, “Follow me and take off your clothes as soon as we are in the operating room.”
 
 Katie faced the camera and said, “We are now in the operating room where the procedure will be done.” She bashfully removed her skirt, blouse, and underwear. She added, “I guess we are ready now.”
 
She thought how many letters she had received over the years from fans asking for nude photos of her. Those people finally got their wish. Even though she has a nice body, she was still embarrassed to stand in front of a live camera.
 
Katie laid on the table and the doctor said, “Please turn onto your stomach. Since you want to be awake, I’ll have to give you a spinal.”
 
The reporter did as she was asked and felt the sting of the needled. Her spine then began to feel as if it were on fire. A short time later she lay there feeling nothing from the neck down, and unable to move. Her mind began to think of all the reason she should turn back. She thought of how much she loved her career, but knew it was likely to end soon anyway.
 
 The doctor rolled Katie so that she was on the back, and said, “Its time to begin. Since you can speak and are awake, I’ll give you one more chance to back out.”
 
Without any hesitation, she said, “Lets do it.”
 
 A saw screamed to life and the reporter saw blood fly through the air as the saw cut through her right leg just below the knee. The doctor said, “At first I was taking off the legs at the knee, but found out that if I drop below it a few inches, it makes it easier for the cow to move around.”
 
 “This is the hoof,“ she said, holding up the object, “it’s carved from human bone. We get the bone from the slaughter house.”
 
It took a lot of time to attach the hoof to the severed bone of her leg. Katie said, “I feel no pain and it’s odd seeing my foot lying in a bucket, with the shoe still on it.
 
 The second leg soon followed. Katie said, “I can’t see what’s going on so I appreciate the doctor describing it for you. To be honest, I am glad I can’t see it.”
 
 Once the legs were done the doctor made an incision the length of the elbow and then cut the bone. Simply, she just turned the elbow around in place and inserted plates and screws.  She then sutured the skin back around it. She did this to the other arm as well. The last part of the arm was to remove the hands and graft on the hooves. Most of the hand was removed, but the wrist joint was left in place to facilitate walking.
 
 Katie said, “I can’t wait to try out these new arms… err… I mean forelegs. I am sure life is going to be a lot different by just not having hands.”  Katie went on to describe in detail a story she had done on a family born with no hands.
 
 Once the cast were in place on the new forelegs, the doctor said, “Its time to remake your stomach, you should feel some pressure, but there should be no pain. This process is not as complicated as it might seem. I basically take out your stomach and digestive system and replace it with a bovine system that has been genetically altered to transplant into a human. In a few days your body will accept the new stomach and begin to process food as if you were a genetically born cow.”
 
“From now on I understand my diet will be mainly grass and hay,” said the perky reporter. No matter what she felt inside, she would put on a brave face to the camera. Inside she was nervous and scared, hoping she had made the right decision.
 
 The doctor said as she sutured up the woman’s abdomen, “This is where you get to sleep for a few days and then lay around for a month until we can remove your cast and bandages. Also, I will give you the injection to start the process for the other changes. In the past we grafted on the tails, but now it should grow along with your fur. Your feed will have other drugs to further the process.”
 
“Will I have access to information so that I can continue to tape the story?” asked the reporter.
 
“Your attendants have been told to answer any questions, “said the doctor, “also your camera will be set on a tripod with a pressure switch remote that your hooves can easily activate.”
 
Katie smiled and said, “This is Katie Caustic reporting from “Circle G” farm. My next broadcast will be taped, and from my stall. I bid you a good day.”
 
As promised the shot put Katie to sleep and she woke three days later in the stall, the same stall that Laura had been in. The reporter woke extremely thirsty. It took minutes for her to realize where she was… and why. Katie looked down at her disfigured arms and legs and began to cry. The realization of what she had done hit her. She knew now there was no going back. She was forever a girl-cow.
 
Painfully she slid her way to the water trough and managed to put enough weight on her new forelegs to raise her enough to drink. The water was cool and refreshing, but it only aroused the hunger in her. She looked in the other trough and saw the brown slop that smelled horrible. At first she thought about asking for some real food, but knew she wouldn’t get it. Katie tasted the slop and it was horrible.
 
 Without eating she laid down on the hay covered floor and cried herself to sleep. When she woke, a man was standing in the stall. She looked up at him and asked hopefully, “May I have something to eat?”
 
The man was handsome, the type of man she would have dated. He looked in the feed trough and said, “You have plenty of feed yet. You had better eat it before it spoils.”
 
 “I mean, may I have some real food?“ ask the desperate reporter.
 
 The man laughed and said, “That’s as real as your food is going to get for a while.”
 
Giving up, she asked, “What’s in the mush?”
 
 “Are you sure you want to know?” asked the man.
 
Something snapped in her and the reporter came to life. She looked around and saw the camera and the remote laying inches from her. She said more alertly than she should have been able to, “Would you please face the camera and tell the people what is in the mush?”
 
 He did as she asked and said, “The mush is mostly water with ground soybean, ground oats, certain medicines the cows needs, honey, and blood from the slaughtered girl-cows.”
 
 She now wished she had followed the man’s advice and not asked. The man left and she looked into the trough of mush and stuck her face into it. She left the camera on as she ate, knowing she needed the strength it gave her.
 
Even though the mush tasted horrible, she ate it until she was full. Again, she slept.
 
She woke starving and went back to the trough and ate more slop. She ate until it was all gone.
Even though she was still hungry, no one came that night to refill her trough.
 
The next time she woke the doctor was standing there and said, “You should turn on the camera, I have some things to explain to you.”
 
Groggily she found the remote and pressed it with her fore hoof and asked, “I am starving, when can I have something else to eat. That mush doesn’t seem to be filling me. I have eaten until I can’t hold any more and am still starving.”
 
 The doctor smiled and said, “That’s what I’m here to explain. Your digestive system has been dormant, you need a drug to activate it, which is why I am here.”
 
“Thank goodness,” said Katie, “I am near starving to death.”
 
 The doctor said as she injected a brown liquid into the girl-cow and said, “Do you remember from school the digestive processes of a cow?”
 
The reporter nodded.
 
“In a few minutes you will belch up the mush. You can then swallow it immediately since it needs no more chewing. The second swallow of the mush will satisfy your hunger. I suggest you practice this process with the hay in your stall, because when you are turned out to pasture, you will only get the mush at milking time.”
 
Alarmed, she asked, “What do you mean ‘turned out to pasture’?”
 
 “I’m trying to make this experience as close that of a real cow for the girls that are brought here,” she said. “They never know what to expect, and the pasture is not one of them. You do not get the comfortable shelter of this stall, even in winter. Until we developed the fur, which you will have soon, we did bring the cows in during harsh weather. That limited the number of cows we could have. Now that we don’t have to shelter the cows we can have almost an unlimited number at any one time.”
 
This truly was something Katie hadn’t expected, but she knew that it was too late to object. Instead of complaining, she belched and her mouth was filled with the half digested mush. She had thought it tasted bad before; it was even fouler now. Still, she was desperately hungry. She swallowed and some new instinct kicked in as she belched up more mush. Soon the hunger was beginning to quail to a more tolerable level… still, she was hungry amd there was nothing left to belch up.
 
The doctor said smiling, “We wait to give the injection for a couple of reasons. For one you need the time for your digestive system to begin functioning fully and you would never swallow that mush a second time if you weren’t nearing starvation.”
 
 Katie knew the doctor was right and silently cursed her. When the doctor had left, the reporter stared at the hay on the floor and knew she had no choice but to try eating it. She attentively took some in her mouth and began chewing, and chewing it she did for the next thirty minutes. Only then did she reluctantly choke down the course roughage.
 
 She found, as had the cows before her, that much of her life was going to be spent chewing. To her surprise the regurgitated hay had softened greatly and was soon chewed well enough to swallow again, satisfying her hunger. Katie learned to eat as much hay as possible so that she had a good supply of cud to get her through the night. The human cow would wake often to chew the cud that had come up, and once she had chewed and swallowed it, she went back to sleep.
 
The next night Katie began to itch terribly. She slept little that night and woke to a surprise. Her fur had begun to grow. It was very light, but there. Since she was blonde to begin with, the hair would have to get much thicker before it was extremely visible. To her surprise, that took only a week more.
 
A few weeks later the door opened and the doctor came in and said smiling, “The big day is here, time to remove your cast and bandages.”
 
Katie truly beamed. This was a day she had looked forward to. She and sought this day as much out of curiosity as it was to know she would be able to move around freely. Excitedly she found the remote and turned the camera on and said, “Lets do it.”
 
The doctor took out the saw and began to remove the cast. There was not as much dust as Katie had thought there might be. Once the first cast fell away from her, she stared at her deformed arm. At first she stared only at the hoof that had replaced her hand. She then bent her arm to bring it closer to her eyes, when instead, it moved away.
 
When the cast and bandaged were all removed, the doctor said, “Time to try out your new legs. I’m sure there will be some pain, but the more you use them the quicker the pain and stiffness will subside.”
 
Katie faced the camera and put weight on her fore legs. They now felt awkward without the cast as she nervously added weight to them. The next thing she knew, she had her full weight on them and her hind legs were coming up to support her rear.
 
The girl-cow felt steadier on her legs than she had expected and out of instinct, said to the camera, “I guess its only normal to be steadier on four legs than two… I feel solid.”
 
Tentatively she took a step, but went nowhere, she had forgotten to move her hind legs. This time she told her mind to crawl. This worked, but she moved awkwardly.
 
The doctor said happily, “I see your tail is growing out already.”
 
Katie forgot about walking and asked, “May I have a mirror or something so that I can see myself?”
 
 “You silly cow, “she said, pointed to the back wall, “turn on the monitor.”
 
If Katie would have had a hand, she might have slapped her forehead as she looked up to see a large plasma screen on the wall. The reporter looked at the remote and found the button labeled “TV” and pressed it. What she saw on the large screen shocked her. She hadn’t seen a girl-cow before now… the doctor wouldn’t allow it. She had said no girl was allowed to know what to expect.
 
 The reporter turned on her new legs as she watched herself in the monitor. She moved closer to the camera so that she could see the three-inch object that was to become her tail. It was covered in the same blonde hair as her body.
 
It was her breasts that she noticed more than anything else. She didn’t know how she had missed it… they had doubled in size. She looked down in awe between her fore legs at the breasts. She had never thought her smallish breasts would ever be so large.
 
The doctor said, “The injections, as well as the mush, has hormones in them to help your breasts grow and begin milk production.”
 
For hours after the doctor had left, she ate hay and walked in front of the camera, watching herself as she learned to use her new legs. Something inside her snapped and she began to love herself more than she ever had as a human. It was as if she had become what she should have been born to be.
 
Katie looked at the camera and said, “Throughout this I have had trepidations, wondering if this was a mistake. You might think to allow yourself to be mutilated like this would be insane, and you may be right. I came here for all the wrong reasons, some I can’t go into, but to be sure I am happy at this point. I am happier than I have ever been. There are so many new things to learn and I know there will be struggles ahead, but I will face them knowing I will be the best girl-cow ever.”
 
 The doctor came in to her stall as she was lying on the stall floor chewing her cud. She said, “Its time for you to go out to pasture. We have installed cameras in strategic places for you to continue your reports.”
 
 She put a small collar around Katie’s neck and said, “This is your microphone so that we can hear everything you say. I must warn you though, I’d be careful talking to the cows. None of the cows can talk… they can only moo.  Many have become close friends, but they have never spoken to one another.”
 
 “I’ll be careful,” said Katie, as she felt sad at missing out on that part of the experience. She could only imagine what it might be like to be unable to speak, to be able only to moo.
 
The pasture looked a hundred times larger than it had when she had seen it while standing on two legs. Hesitantly, she walked through the gate and out into the lush green pasture. As almost every cow before her, she sampled the lush green grass and was satisfied with its taste. Even if it had tasted horribly, she would have been doomed to eat it the rest of her life.
 
She made her way to the top of the hill and the small grove of trees. She saw hundreds of girl-cows just like her surrounding the trees. Katie had never imagined there would be so many. She thought how she had come into this at least partially informed, while the cows before her knew nothing of what was to happen to them.
 
 Two cows started walking toward Katie, this made her nervous. She felt like she had when entering a new school for the first time. One of the cows had red hair, while the other was brown. The girl-cow with the brown hair rubbed her cheek against hers and smiled. Katie knew this was a friendly gesture and thought she had found a friend right away.
 
 What Katie didn’t know was that the two cows had been told to expect her. The doctor knew that the reporter would be safer with those two. Safer in the respect that if any found out she could speak.
 
Red and Laura showed the new cow around the pasture. During the tour she found most of the cameras. One was located conveniently in a tree near the stream, and another was on a post where most of the cows went for their toilet needs.
 
A week had passed as she grazed with her new friends. It was odd to become such close friends with someone and never have spoken a world to them.  She had managed to get out only one report and that was when she went to relieve herself. She decided against using that camera again. Katie felt it was just not right giving a news report where you had just shit.
 
Toilet issues were something she wasn’t sure she would ever get used to. Cleanliness was something she had always prided herself on. She had been one of those freaks that used baby wipes after crapping. Now, she was forced to do her business with not even a chance to wipe herself clean. The only cleanings she got of any kind were the occasional hosing by the farm hands, wading in the creek, or the frequent cold rains.
 
What had been a vibrant busy life had been reduced to doing nothing but eating and shitting. Often she wondered about what it would be like to be unable to speak like the others. At times she longed for it.
 
She found herself alone and wandered off to one of the more isolated cameras and said as she faced it, “This is Katie Caustic reporting from the “Circle G” pasture. I have been giving milk for three months now. As you can see, my breasts are swollen since it is nearly milking time. Also you can see the constant milking has caused my teats to grow in length. I never thought I would have had two-inch teats.”
 
At that moment she felt something behind her. Her first thought it was a wolf. Occasionally a girl-cow was found half eaten from such an attack. She turned to see Brown staring at her in anger. She had heard her talking.
 
 When she turned around Brown took off running as fast as she could on her cow legs. Not as used to her legs, Katie could not catch her. Luckily Brown stopped short of reaching the rest of the herd. That gave Katie the chance to talk to her. They faced each other and Laura mooed angrily at the woman.
 
Katie said, “Please forgive me. This is only temporary. I am a cow just like you, only I can speak, at least for a while. I was allowed to keep my voice so that I could do reports to tell the world how great it is to be a girl-cow.”
 
Laura mooed and looked at red off in the distance. Katie nodded and said, “I’ll tell her, and am I so sorry for not telling you. The doctor thought it was best if I told no one.”
 
 Laura smiled and touched her face to Katie’s and mooed softly. As soon as they got Red off to the side, she told her the same thing that she had just said to Laura. The two cow’s mood at one another and then laughed, if you could call it that. It was more of a broken moo. It was then that Katie realized that the two could communicate with each other; they had developed their own strange language. It was Katie’s time to feel left out, to be different.