Minutes later, she noticed something during her eighth gallon of water. She slowly lifted her head up as the water dripped from her lips. There was a small, wooden fence separating the main barn from a field with a couple of well-built bulls. Raven found herself drifting from each creature until she set her eye on one near the center.

It was a large, black Angus bull. He weighed nearly 1800 pounds and had a relatively muscular build despite living on a cattle farm. The white horns were prominent, but not too large, the nose ring wasn't that big in his snout holes, and the coat was especially shiny with the sun reflecting off his hide. He was swatting a couple of flies near his rear, but Raven thought that didn't matter.

Raven: Eh, no one's perfect. Wait… don't tell me I'm thinking about… no. No no no. Not in a million…

After lifting his head up from the grass, he locked eyes with Raven. The two stared intensely at each other for minutes. All conversations that Raven heard suddenly disappeared. She began trying to look for the numbers on his tag. She was wondering how she could approach this bull and what they could talk about? Where would she take someone when almost every area in this place serves food?

Raven: Think of Devon. Tall, dark, and handsome, yeah! Nice smile, gorgeous eyes, a flexible tail… Wait. I can't be…

Suddenly, Raven stared off into space and found herself in a different setting. Despite not having one for a while, she knew it was a vision. To her dismay, she was still a cow. Even worse, her stomach was significantly larger. How much did she weigh now?

She found herself lying on the ground breathing heavily with a rope tied around her snout attached to a small pole in the ground. For some reason, both her parents were there. Her mother was crying into her father's shoulders and she couldn't tell if the tears were from pain or joy.

Chelsea was also nearby, albeit stuck behind a wooden fence peeking her head through.

Chelsea: Don't worry Rae, the Dairy Godmother's here for support!

Before Raven could wonder what Chelsea meant by that, she saw Randall appearing to be grasping something a little heavy. He turns around holding a Holstein Angus calf in his arms with dangling little legs.

Randall: Congrats, it's a boy!

Raven tried to call out to her parents, Chelsea, Randall, anyone, but her lips didn't move. She was too tired. The little calf looked at his mother with fear and confusion.

Randall: You look hungry. Don't worry little guy, momma will be ready with her homemade milk soon enough.

Raven then entered back into the present and found herself still looking at the bull. She quickly turned around and bumped into a couple of other cows on her way to the feed.

April: Watch it girl!

Daisy: Someone got the wrong udder cream today…

She wanted to leave more than ever, but all she could do is run towards the silage and take the empty spot next to Chelsea. She starts panting heavily and tries catching her breath. Chelsea stops eating.

Chelsea: Hey Rae, what's wrong? Milking go ok?

Raven: I… uh… everything's fine Chels. Just need something to eat, that's all.

Chelsea: Plenty more of this on the way. You get some grub, while I take a bathroom break. I'll do it away from you this time.

Chelsea walked away to avoid giving Raven a terrible smell once more, but Raven didn't care at this point. She began eating as much as she could to try and wipe away that terrible image.

Eventually, the sun disappeared over the farm's horizon. The sky filled with stars and the house closest to the barn shut off the lights. Beth and Anne went back to the pasture to spend the night while Raven and Chelsea remained back at the main barn with a couple of other girls.

There were separate stalls with multiple sand beds lined up in several columns. Raven still had trouble laying down with her large, naked body. But she saw how a couple of other heifers fold their legs to get a good sense of what her position should be like. Chelsea walked up to the stall next to her and lied down as well.

Chelsea: Bit better than what I had at home, but I still miss my bed.

Raven: Now you'd probably break it just by putting one hoof on it.

Chelsea: Heh, yeah. I'd probably need a bed the size of a pickup truck.

Both chuckled at the joke before cutting back to the problem at hand.

Raven: Chelsea, you saw the reversal spell before eating it. Do you think it's easy to make?

Chelsea: Honestly Rae, it looked a little complicated. I think part of the reason I ate it so fast is because of how much ingredients we needed to make it work. There's no way we would've stopped the spell at Alana's party that night.

The two sat in silence for a minute reflecting on that night and what it led to. Their excitement at the spell wish. Their horrific realization at what they were becoming. Their attempts to fight their new instincts. The moment they found out they were doomed. The disgusted look on Alana's face when she read the names of two nude animals as the winners of the costume contest. The baffled looks their parents gave when they arrived on the doorstep. The tears Raven's mother shed when her daughter no longer spoke to her. The car that drove off as the two met Randall.

Chelsea started to cry.

Chelsea: It.. it is my fault Raven! We should be talking about prom dates; not which bale of hay is better! If we stay like this, then I don't blame you for not wanting to be my friend.

As Chelsea started bawling, Raven sat there calmly. She was furious that Chelsea turned them into cows and got rid of their one chance of staying human. But despite all this, she didn't scream back or gloat at her bovine bestie for their predicament.

Raven: Chelsea, there's no other person I'd want to be cows with. We could be hippos, whales, flies, snakes, or frogs eating, but it won't change the fact that you're my best friend.

Chelsea started to loosen up a bit.

Raven: Maybe not that last one though. Pretty sure I had a fly show up in my cud today. They are NOT better the second time around…

Chelsea: That… that helped a bit. Thanks Rae.

The two started to relax a little more as their eyes began closing longer. It was time for sleep.

Raven: So, what's on the agenda tomorrow, Bessie? I mean, Chelsea?

Chelsea: Well, there's a lot of eating, drinking, milking, and sleeping in the schedule, but I'm sure we could fit in watching some clouds and pretending that burgers don't exist. Not sure I'll be up for all of it though.

Raven: Don't have a cow, Chelsea…