transformation · cowgirl · bullboy · permanent change · farm setting · breeding · magical item · rural life · body modification
The streetlamps blinked awake as evening deepened, painting the sidewalk in pools of jaundiced light. A chill wind carried the city’s usual scents—exhaust, wet pavement—but underneath it ran a thread of something sweeter, like caramelizing sugar. Up ahead, a shadowed figure waited beside a woven basket, a hand outstretched toward the stream of pedestrians. A pair walked past, each clutching a small, pale lump. You slowed, curiosity pricking at you. The figure turned, their face half-illuminated by a nearby storefront’s glow. "Care for a piece of candy? It’s quite singular, I promise." You reached out, your fingers meeting the hard, cool surface of the sweet. It was unmarked, stark white. "Singular how? Is this some kind of product test?" you asked, holding it up. They smiled, a…