He felt funny as he watched the opposing team's cheerleaders form up...they weren't quite building a pyramid, it was more circular...it actually looked like a pentagram, a big weird star of arms and legs. Impressive, but that strange sensation only intensified.
Then his uniform started tearing, and he bellowed in alarm with a voice that sounded strained and animalistic. Now the cheerleaders were chanting something too...as his gaze darted around the field in confusion, he saw his teammates having similar struggles, their bodies contorting oddly.
He doubled over, clutching his lower stomach with fingers that didn't want to move properly. He felt flesh surging outward under his hands just before losing all sensation in his digits. A flabby pink sack hung between his legs, with nothing underneath it now but an ache. Inside his mind, a switch flipped somewhere, and he knew he was no longer a "he." A cacophony of moos echoed around the field, and the new heifer felt an irresistible urge to join them...