I'm A Cow, Am I?

Essalda wasn't the greatest looker in the office.  Every year, though, she came up with the most amazing costumes around Halloween.  Everyone knew it was cosplay and it took days and weeks of work to create the costumes.  Everyone knew wrong.  She was a powerful sorceress and used magic to create those costumes.  

Gerald was a boor.  His attitude towards women would have been acceptable in the 1960s and 1970s.  In the modern era, his disparaging remarks should have resulted in reprimands and having to take courses to break him of his disgusting attitudes.  Gerald was the founder's only son and could pretty much get away with anything.

Essalda confronted him over his repeated verbal abuse after a long day that included many hours of likely unpaid overtime.  He was so condescending and arrogant that she could take it no longer.  The glow that formed around her right hand was dismissed as another Halloween special effect until the beam hit.

Gerald felt his insides twist and he collapsed to the pavement.  He watched in horror as his buttocks expanded destroying his $800 suit.  His feet grew into monstrous hooves destroying his too expensive shoes.   As the change continued he felt a tearing pain as two small legs grew out from an ever enlarging body.  These were soon the same length as the ones that graced his rear end.  Some instinct he'd never possessed forced him to try push himself to stand on all fours.  It was then he felt the pain in his head.  

Several minutes after the process started, it was over. Essalda was standing over him, hands on her hips.  He felt distinctly strange and dizzy from his strangely placed eyes.  Reaching up, he discovered horns.  It took several more minutes before he acclimated to the change.  Finally, he got to his feet, all four of them.  He'd fire her, he would.  Then quickly staunched that idea.  If she fired him, he'd be stuck this way forever if he could persuade her to change him back to normal.

"I'm a cow, am I?  So you've stated around the water cooler for weeks.  Well now, who's the cow now?"

She turned and walked to her small car leaving him standing, his tail swishing.  When he tried to run after her, he felt a strange mass swaying between his hind legs.  Shocked he twisted to try to get a look.  Fortunately, the new stretch of building was shiny and he caught sight of his new form.  More bovine than human and definitely female.  A cow indeed.  He shouted at her to stop.  All that issued from his mouth was a long drawn out bleat more common on a farm than the middle of the city.