Early morning sunlight streamed through Lynn's curtains. The young woman woke slowly, still smiling from her dream. She felt unreasonably happy, as if she were a small child tucked into bed by loving parents after a full day of play. An empty chair stood beside her bed and, next to the chair was a small table. Atop the table was a plate full of vegetables and a bowl full of mixed greens. Lynn's stomach rumbled loudly and she remembered she hadn't eaten anything the day before. But, worse was her bladder. She wanted to stay in bed, wrapped in warmth but both basic needs cried out to her.
Lynn carefully pulled the blanket away from her. Her udder seemed to bulge a little more but everything else seemed the same. Except- Lynn looked at her arms. During the night, both arms had become covered in white and brown fur like the rest of her body. A large nearly perfect circular patch of white fur covered her right elbow while the rest of her arms were mostly brown. Looking down, she saw that her legs were similarly covered in fur. She smiled hopefully at the few changes. Swinging her legs carefully over the edge of the bed, she groaned when her bladder yelled for attention.
A small white piece of paper lay next to the bowl on the table. Lynn picked it up. It was addressed to her and seemed like a man's penmanship. She read it while idly stroking the smooth skin of her udder.
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Lynn,
I stayed with you until after midnight but nothing happened and you slept peacefully. I hope that means everything is okay and you'll be fine.
Please don't be mad at the food. I wasn't sure what you would be hungry for or when you'd wake up.
Take as much time as you need. The room is yours. I'm probably out in the field but will be back around noon.
Chris
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Lynn traced the man's signature with a furred finger.
Afraid I'd be upset because he put out vegetables for a cow?
She smiled.
I like salads anyway.
The young woman walked to the doorway, feeling more confident in her strong legs. Opening the door, she peeked out. "Chris? Are you there?"
When nobody answered, she wandered the old house until she found the bathroom. The young woman pulled down her pants before gathering her tail into her arms. Her tail twitched as she sat carefully towards the front of the toilet to allow space. While seated, she pressed a finger against her bra-less breast. She was surprised at how soft her larger breasts were now. Although she'd finished peeing, the young woman poked at both breasts in random places. Finally, she lifted her shirt, tucking it under her chin. Lynn held both breasts in her hands, hefting them gently. The short, nearly silky fur covering both breasts felt strange to her smooth palms.
Geez,
she thought.
Seriously. Huge. I could do without the gigantic nipples and stuff but these, these I could get used to. Why no milk, though? Not that I'm complaining at all but, was that it? Just the one day?
Once finished, she went straight to her room to devour her breakfast. It was unusual to have to chew more than usual, now that she realized what was happening, but she found eating was otherwise the same. When her food was gone, she wandered around the house again until she found Chris' room. With a muttered apology, she dug through his clothes until she found a thick red and black plaid button-down shirt. She pulled it on, appreciating Chris' wide shoulders that allowed it to fit her expanded chest and frame. The fabric rubbed oddly against her fur and she felt overly warm but her nipples were mostly hidden and only a small bit of her udder showed. Her tail lashed happily behind her as she made her way outside.
Lynn smiled at the sudden clear warm scent of the outdoor air. She spotted Chris cursing at the chickens scrabbling around in the chicken coop so she made her way over to him. He spotted her as she approached and he turned, smiling to see her.
"Hey," he said. "I'm glad to see you up. Although, you could still relax, you know?"
"I want to help," Lynn announced. "If you're putting me up here, I want to help out. What can I do?"
Chris looked up at the young woman. "Well, you can help me pick some eggs. Come on in and be careful, they can move around pretty quick. The shirt looks good on you, by the way. I've always had a thing for-" He stopped, blushing and bending back to his chickens.
Lynn worked the entire day beneath the warm sun, never once feeling the strange sleepiness that had overcome her the past two days. Her brown fur became soaked in sweat as she worked, hauling and lifting and moving and pulling and planting. She took far more breaks than Chris did but the man seemed pleased to have any help at all. She found herself laughing several times during the day, forgetting what had happened as she settled into a routine.
In the evening, Lynn faced a whole new problem. She stood in her makeshift work clothes, staring at the bathtub. Immediately she knew showers would never work again; not unless she was outside on the ground; her hooves would slip over the smooth surface. She stared at the large white tub, tail flipping back and forth behind her as she ran through what she'd need to do.
Lynn ran hot water, filling the tub half full. As carefully as possible, she held onto the edges of the tub, easing herself in. She felt her tail scrape against the edge of and she sighed as she sat in the water.
When was the last time I even took a shower? Geez. With what's happened, I never had time.
The young woman pulled her tail into the water with her and then leaned back cautiously. She had to brace her hooves against the front of the tub but she otherwise fit perfectly. The water around her darkened as the bits of caked-on dirt came loose from her fur. She lay there with her arms on the edge of the tub, wriggling to make the base of her tail comfortable. The water came up to her thighs and she looked down at herself. Her fur floated in the water.
"This is who you are now, Lynn," she told herself quietly. "It's not so bad, is it? You don't have to worry about what shoes match what outfits. Or makeup. There's that. You'll never have to buy makeup again. What was the saying? Lipstick on a pig? Or cow? All those extra little things to make you look pretty won't work anymore. This is who you are."
She sat up, awkwardly pulling her legs towards herself. Her hooves scraped on the bottom of the tub and she shuddered at the sound of it. Lynn scrubbed lightly between her cleft hooves, removing the hardened dirt that stuck there.
I'm going to need a screwdriver or something else next time. Do my... hooves keep growing? Am I going to have to trim them somehow? Well, no. Filing, right? Isn't that what they do on the Westerns? File their horse's hooves? I bet Chris would know. Oh god. Am I going to have to ask him if my hooves keep going?
