#udder girl

She took the summer off from school to spend some time in the countryside… it looks like she might be bringing some country back with her when she leaves.

Alanna’s grandmother had raised her since she was a child, and as much as she loved her dear old granny, she left to live in the city when she turned eighteen. Her granny was determined to get her to take over the family business when she died and move back to the farm, but had been unsuccessful as of yet. She had one more ploy to convince her, even if it was a little… extreme…

Alanna woke up before the sun had risen, an old habit she had thought she had broken. It was a strange feeling that had stirred her from sleep, a overwhelming sense that it was time. Time for what? She couldn’t think of anything she had to do today, and she hadn’t planned anything at all so… Nope, nothing at all.

Unable to fall back asleep she decided to get up for her day, glaring at the bright sun creeping up over the horizon. She swung her feet over the edge of the bed, leaving them dangling just above the floor.

“Okay, I guess it must be breakfast time. Maybe if I start my day with a big bowl of cereal I’ll feel…” she felt confused ‘what…wait… cereal… MILK, it’s MILKING TIME!’ she nearly jumped out of bed, her feet clacking across her floor harshly and the large udder between her legs sloshing heavily and nearly overbalancing her.

Alanna looked down in terror, it really was milking time, she was a cow from the waist down. She was covered in fur, her feet were now just a pair of stiff shiny hooves, and she had a long fluffy tipped tail just like…

“Just like grannies Norwegian red! She… I…!?!?” Alanna realized it had been her own grandmother that must have cursed her like this, as a last ditch effort to bring her back to the farm. “I knew she was a witch! Always talking about folk tales and making special 'remedies’ to make sure the cows made extra milk.”

The though of extra milk reminded her of her own situation, she was heavily filled with the creamy white liquid, and she knew instinctively that her granny had made sure to make her a very productive cowgirl.

“Fine, you win this time granny… But if I’m taking over this farm it’s gonna be run MY WAY!” She angrily threw on a sundress that hid most of her bovine features and set to figuring out how to operate her car with an expression that dared anyone to make a mad cow joke…