Your hands rose and your eyes widened with disbelief. In front of you were full grown human hands! You were back to normal!
"Moo..."
A low cow of a groan escaped from beside you causing you to turn your head. Bess started to stir, wondering what the commotion was about and slowly her eyes rose to you. A brief pause ensued before her eyes widened.
"You're back to normal!" Bess gasped, coming fully awake.
You smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I was afraid I was going to stay like a cow forever! It didn't help that I couldn't talk!"
A sad smile played on Bess' lips and her ears flopped down a little. "Ah...well hon, I'm happy the effects of my milk wore off. I'm sorry about that, by the way. I didn't know you'd transform into that."
You could hear the disappointment in Bess' voice. It was obvious that, despite your situation being an accident, she was a little happy. The thought of having her own foul pleased her it seemed. You were a little happy too that Bess was willing to take care of you in the possibility that you didn't turn back.
"No, I should thank you Bess. You were ready to take care of me in the case that I didn't change back. You would've been a great mother, I'm sure," you praised; however, your words only seemed to make her sadder.
"I...I still want to be actually," she admitted with a light blush, turning away slightly.
You were confused as you didn't understand what she was talking about. "What do you mean?"
Bess faced you with sad eyes. "I...I still want to be your mother..."
This declaration surprised you a bit, but before you could open your mouth, Bess elaborated.
"...you've always taken good care of me, hun. I only feel its right to take care of you now...whether you are human or anything else. I hope you don't think of me as selfish or weird, but that's how I feel," she explained.
You were actually touched by Bess. Indeed, the thought of being taken care of her seemed more realistic now especially after you transformed. There was a problem though.
"Even if you wanted to be my mother, how would you take care of me? I'm 18 and can pretty much handle myself," you questioned.
Bess nodded with understanding. "I just want to be there for you sweetie; like you and your uncle have been there for me and the other animals. That's why, I'll ask you...will you allow me to help you and take care of you from now on? I want to do the little things...making you breakfast, tucking you in,, and nurturing you...so, please?"
Making breakfast? She could do that? Certainly, that wasn't impossible or unlikely for that matter given their human-like structure. You weren't sure about being tucked in, but it certainly sounded nice. Finally, what could she mean by nurturing him?
Normally, you'd simple reject her offer, but you were her foul for a short period so you knew the feeling. It was nice...but at the same time, you weren't supposed to be an adopted son of a cow, you were the caretaker!  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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