Don’t free him

You nod. “That’s too bad.” You make to undo the straps then pause. His eyes widen, almost imperceptivity. “But wait, don’t you have a backup generator?”

His face pails slightly and you repress a grin, understanding that in all likelihood he has only ever used this machine to fleece unsuspecting clients. “Yes, we do.”

“I’m happy to wait a few minutes until it comes on line,” you turn to examine the cowgirl. You press one of her breasts. She smiles and leans into your grasp, milk budding at her nipple. “They seem quite sensitive.”

“Oh they are, I am certain,” the salesman says. “Perhaps you should free me so I can check on the back up generator?”

You frown as you approach the machine and look at the controls. “Wait a moment, what’s this?” You flick a switch and the power flickers back on. “There seems to be nothing wrong. Unless… this process is safe isn’t it?”

The salesman swallows. You can see he is debating whether to tell you the truth or not. “Why… of course it’s safe. Press that button and we’ll transfer. Press it again and I will return to my body. But first put that gag in my mouth so I don’t bite my tongue.” You oblige him by putting a bit in his mouth then you press the transfer button. There is a flash of light and electricity arcs violently about the helmets. The man and cowgirl spasm and cry out in agony and then electricity flies up each wire to the junction then back down again. Both bodies sag as the process finishes. There is the smell of ozone and a faint sizzling sound as the machinery cools.

You approach the cow girl on the floor and shake her gently awake. She looks up at you and blinks, blowing a strand of brunette hair from her face. Then she looks down at the three rows of large breasts on her chest. She climbs unsteadily to her hoofed feet and places a hoofed hand self consciously over her naked sex. “See, perfectly safe,” she explains in a husky voice.

You reach out and fondle one of her breasts and she shudders appreciatively. “Very sensitive I see.” The cow girl nods, eyes wide in surprise, enraptured by the experience. You look over at the man’s body in the seat then down at the petite girl. It’s hard to believe that this creature had once been male. “So when you did this before, what did you do exactly?” You keep fondling her firm breasts, admiring their yielding touch and she squirms as though tickled, but she also pushes her pretty body towards you lustily. Her eyes tell you that she wants more.

“Well… I… well that is,” she stammers uncertainly, finding it hard to concentrate with your attentions.

You smile, knowing full well that she had never been in a cowgirls body, that she had planned this fate for you. You consider taking her, but hesitate, wondering if that would be right.