You roll your almost blubery body into a ball and instantly begin to roll. It was just an instinct. You roll and roll and roll. Crashing though the fence, the barn gates, and when you get to dizzy to go on, you find yourself back beside the Miltank you had seen before.
"Whats with you on your hind legs?" She asks.
You shrug, and see no reason to lie. "I'm not really a Miltank... I'm a human, so it's new to me."
The other miltank looks at you weirdly, but accepts it. Maybe it thinks you're crazy.
"So how do you know what gender you are?" You ask, looking at your utters. You could feel them gennerally fillying and watched as they puffed up. They felt very strange.
"Gender?" The other said "Well, all us Miltank are girls, and the Touros on the other side of the farm are male." The two didn't look very much alike, but I guess they could both be related somehow.
You went and walked around the field a bit and found out it was easier to walk on all fours in this new body of yours. Without the belly, or the utters hanging in front of you. Then you hear a bell ring and you look around for the source. Its comming from the barn and all the milktank are heading in. What do you do?
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