Basically the opposite of what she wanted

As Billie came to, she didn't immediately realize something was wrong. She awoke in what seemed to be a recovery room of sorts. She was laying back in a hospital bed with some normal furniture nearby, the floor was comprised of white, linoleum squares.

Shaking off some of the grogginess, she soon recognized that her body was changed in a most unexpected way. Her eyes went wide as she gazed upon the two large mounds which had taken shape underneath her gown.

"The fuck?" she whispered under her breath.

With her right hand, she groped one of the bulges and felt a surge of warmth and pleasure shoot through her chest.

"Mmph." she moaned uncontrollable. She quickly tried bringing her left hand to her mouth, only to find it handcuffed to the bed railing.

"What the hell is going on!" she shouted, tugging harder at her restraint.

In doing so, the commotion caused the pillowy flesh under her gown to jostle and shake about, sending more shockwaves through Billie's nerves. Realizing their sensitivity and the current permanence of her situation, she soon settled herself.

"Okay, Billie. You're okay. Things don't look great, but you're okay." she said to herself.

Upon her calming down, two figures in thick body armor and face masks entered from the room's door.

"Who are you? Where am I? What happened to me?!' the musician shouted.

"What does the cow say?" spoke one of the figures.

"The fuck does that mean?!" is what Billie wanted to say. But when she parted her lips, all she could let out was a loud "MOOOOOOO."

Thoroughly confused at what just happened, Billie tried again, but could still only muster another "MOOOOOOOO."

"Looks like the hypno-stuff kicked in." said one of the masked workers.

The two guards now approached, one of them grabbing Billie's free hand while the other unlocked her cuff-link. Together, they hoisted her out of the bed, each one taking an arm, and dragged her from the recovery room.