“No...”

“They can’t undo this. It’s permanent. So... You have two options. Either I process you and you join Daisy here in the milking sheds.”

My eyes widened with incredulous shock. Ear pierced. Dump tattooed. Naked. Hooked up to a milking machine to be bred... “ but I’m not a cow girl. I’m a guy...” I said. I’d heard other cow girls say the same thing. I’d gagged them and watched them milked or bred by the bulls. The docile creatures soon accepted their role and stopped their ridiculous protests.

“Or I can get you out of here. You’re not tagged or registered yet. I can smuggle you out. But you’ll be like that for good...” he shrugged. “Sorry. It’s the best I can do. If you’re out of here then if they do find a way to reverse this it might be hard to get it reversed. You’re the companies property now...”