The Cow Hypnotist

Kenbō Ushi

They arrived at Micheal's home. He lived in a short, yellow, one-story house. It had a wrap-around porch around the front of the house to the left side. It was cozy. They jumped off of Micheal's back and walked through his yard. Looking around, they made it to the porch, carefully pulling open the door and walking inside. Micheal was able to set Lizzie on his couch before changing back to his original, scrawny body. He sighed, looking at the other two as they came into his living room.

"She should be fine here," he started, sliding his hands into his hoodie pocket, "My parents won't be back until next week."

Mary blushed, "I just hope she's okay. What would've caused that big of a blast?"

Jessie shrugged, "I don't know. Hopefully, it wasn't harmful."

They all sat there for a moment, remembering the horrifying event that had taken place. The explosion had almost looked like fireworks, and the worst part of it all was that Lizzie was in the center of it.

Finally, Micheal broke the silence. "So, we have one guest room in the house as well as my room back in the hallway. So, unless you guys are fine with sleeping in one bed, someone has to sleep on the loveseat," he gestured to the furniture, "I'd be more than happy to if nobody else does."

"I mean, if you want me too, I can," Jessie spoke up, "I want you guys to be comfortable."

Micheal shook his head, "No, Jessie. You need the bed out of all od us. I mean, after all that happened today..." He frowned.

Jessie, looking away, sighed, "Fine. I can take the guest bedroom."

Mary stretched, "Well unless plans change, I'm gonna sleep in Micheal's room," she patted Micheal's head, "Goodnight, Mickey."

Mary headed off to bed, yawning on her way. Jessie looked over at Micheal, looking for something to say to him, "Hey, Micheal?"

He turned around, smiling, "What is it?"

"I-" She choked on her words, finding that it wasn't the right time, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Jessie," he fixed himself a pallet on the couch, pulling a blanket over the fitting, "be sure to get comfy." He chuckled, laying himself down.

Jessie sighed, grinning sadly, "I will."

She turned around and walked through the hallway, making it to the guest bedroom. She gently shut the door and hopped into the full-sized bed. After covering herself up, she drifted softly to sleep.

Amid her slumber, she tossed and turned, the same dream going through her head all night long: she sat in pure darkness, only being able to see herself. She kept transforming over and over again, feeling the pain and the agony, while she heard her mother's maniacal laughter in the background. 

At twilight, she rose from her deep sleep, huffing, and puffing in fear. She clutched her chest tightly. Panicking once again, she found her hands were paws once again. She dove onto the floor for the vile, sipping up another fourth of it. The effects wore off again. However, she only had half of it left. She had two more times for her to transform until she would inevitably become whatever she was becoming most likely forever. She had to use it wisely, even though there wasn't a way to do that. She sighed with relief, getting up from the bed and heading to the bathroom to take a shower.

Meanwhile, Micheal had just woke up as well, heading to the kitchen. He was a tad bit drowsy but managed to walk with caution. He noticed someone was making noise in the kitchen. Fluttering his eyes, he stumbled forward towards the noise.

"Hey, sorry I woke up late," he reached into the fridge, grabbing the tea pitcher, "I know it's nearly 12 pm, don't remind me."

When he heard no reply, he got curious, wiping his eyes finally. He looked to the right of him to see a curvy woman standing before him, butt naked. She had dark, tan skin, dark brown hair, and blue eyes. Apparently, she had been raiding his cabinets.