I may try being a cowgirl.

As the words leave your lips you wonder where they came from. You have never once desired to be one of the many girls you have slept with, either a free girl or a ****. Why would you want to be a cow girl? The idea makes you nervous and seems almost absurd. Except... the expression of bliss on the girls face, lost in animalistic pleasure, is compelling. Irrationally so. You swallow as you consider being a cowgirl.

"It would be my honor," the girl says.

You pause, thinking things through. The moment you enter the cow girl's body you will be trapped. Your mobility will be limited, your hands and feet hooves. You will be four legged chattel good for only fucking and milking. Why does the thought make your heart beat faster? You dearly want to try it, once... but once only. You don't want to be trapped, and trapped you would be.

And you can hardly tie up your own body for the exchange, how would you free it when you are done satisfying this urge? How would you switch back even. The moment the merchant was in your body he will double cross you, free himself and fuck you... again you swallow.

"If I swap with you, will you return me to my body when I ask?" you ask the girl.

"Yes," she says, but you sense she lies.

But what about another cow girl? Perhaps one of the four breasted girls. The idea is also attractive, but the same problem presents itself. You will likely end up taking her place. You can not afford to trust anyone here. Or can you?

Perhaps you should just leave.