Take the blue milk

Whilst intrigued by the possibilities of the white and the pink, you opt for to try the blue.

“An excellent choice sir.” He fills a small cup with the fresh steaming milk and passes it to you.

It’s warm in your hands. A thin layer of cream sits at the top. You feel a momentary trepidation as you consider that this came from a woman.

“Ah, it’s more cow than human sir. Drink up and be virile!”

Thinking of the benefits you rise above your distaste and drink it in one long gulp. The milk tastes good and you smile, wiping off a milk mustache. Nothing happens for a moment then you start to feel the effects. You feel stronger. You hold your arm up and see the muscles flexing and expanding.

“Should I perhaps arrange a stall with one of the cowgirls? Trust me, you’ll be wanting one soon enough. On the house of course.”