"You're going to become a Cowtaur."
"A what?" asked Sarah. "Is that like a Centaur?"
"Yes," said the nurse. "Except that you'll be a dairy cow from waist down, instead of a horse. In addition, your breasts will be replaced by cow's udders roughly the same size as the udder your cow half will have. They'll be heavy, but your back muscles will be strengthened to help support them. You're going to be sent to a dairy farm with other cowtaurs like yourself, where you'll be milked twice a day. Your udders will be as sexually sensitive as your clitoris, so being milked will give you exquisite orgasms. You won't have any other duties besides being milked, so you'll do a lot of grazing between milkings. And, finally, you'll recieve hypnotron lessions so that you'll love being a cowtaur and won't want to be anything else."
Sarah sighed. At least she'd like being a cowtaur. She took the folder from the nurse, which detailed the transformation proceedure. There was a small questionaire at the end which she could fill out to decide how she wanted her cow half to look like. Sarah sighed again as she began filling it out.
