A common sight across town, as the transformative wave washed over the populace...newly-minted cow women staring down at their udders in disbelief, hefting the heavy growths in their hands, feeling them swell with milk. Not all such women had always been women, so it was doubly disorienting for some, to feel new weight on both their chest and stomach. No one sounded as they had before - women's voices become a lower, throaty groan, while men's voices were tinged with an unmistakable feminine pitch. But all had similar things to say, which echoed down the streets in unison: a bewildered, desperate moo...