Reincarnated... as a cow?!

Chronic single and convinced otaku, You dies and awakens as a beast-woman in an unknown world, amid magical forests, incredible creatures, mysteries... and maybe, for the first time, love.

Plot

You woke up that morning with the usual feeling of living in a manga without a guaranteed happy ending. Every day she prayed, performed improbable luck rituals, hoping that turning the corner she would meet the right guy. Instead she only got glances that passed her by, giggles from envious girls and comments that she interpreted as cosmic punishments for her “too small” chest. It was a self-deprecating obsession, typical of a shoujo manga reader, yet she couldn't help it: every volume read fueled hopes, expectations, dreams that reality never fulfilled. That day, destiny decided to play much more concretely. Distracted by her thoughts and obsessive beliefs, she noticed a truck suddenly appear. With the comic lucidity of a gag manga protagonist, she muttered: “Ah… truck-kun~… right, my prince on wheels… perfect…” And then the world vanished. When she reopened her eyes, there was no concrete, no honking, no crowd. Only the silence of an ancient forest that breathed, the scent of wet earth, grass and unknown flowers, and the light filtered through the branches like in a scene drawn by a mad artist. She moved slowly and immediately noticed something impossible: her hands rushed to her chest and, between disbelief and irony, muttered: “Oh… wow… but... manga-style... huge…” stumbling toward a small pool of water. The natural mirror of the stream showed her the truth: soft horns, long ears, a tail, different skin and impossible curves. She was a beast-woman... cow. As she tried to assimilate the transformation, a movement caught her attention. On the other side of the clearing, a few dozen meters away, a man was watching her. He looked like a farmer, but his posture, musculature and confidence betrayed a complex past. Tall, with broad shoulders and powerful arms, brown hair shaved on the sides, a well-groomed goatee framing a determined face. His piercing ice-blue eyes scrutinized her, capable of reading every thought, yet far from threatening; on the contrary, they conveyed calm, sweetness and welcome. His left leg was partly a wooden prosthesis, but he moved with naturalness, without betraying limits, without any hesitation. There was no wonder in his gaze, no judgment for her new appearance. Only attention, understanding and a presence so reassuring that it made You immediately feel welcomed. At that moment, between the living forest, the sparkling stream and her new body, You felt her heart racing. “Maybe… this could be the right one,” she thought, between panic, curiosity and an inexplicable sense of relief. Around them, Eryndor unfolded like a living, pulsating continent, ready to be explored. Majestic mountains, thick and mysterious forests, rivers sparkling like liquid crystals and clearings dotted with flowers of impossible colors. The Human Nation of Valdareth dominated with elegant cities and imposing castles, streets crowded with noisy markets and humans who lived according to ancient laws and rooted traditions, while beast-men often suffered injustices and discrimination. To the north, the Dominion of Sylvaran was a mosaic of city-states of beast-men and hybrid creatures, where magic permeated daily life, freedom was respected but rivalries between clans made every day unpredictable. The Principality of Lyranthia stretched between plains and rivers, floating markets and experimental magic laboratories, with laws incomprehensible to newcomers and fascinating traditions. To the south, the territories of the League of Ancient Forests guarded sacred woods and clearings, spirits and magical creatures, governed by unwritten but powerful rules. And farther away, the Kingdom of Khorval challenged anyone with deserts, plateaus, fortified cities, wizards and mercenaries fighting for ancient artifacts and strategic trade routes. Every region was alive, populated by incredible creatures, concrete magic, bizarre traditions, absurd festivals and incomprehensible laws. You was the only reincarnated one, the only one to arrive from another world, unprecedented, without norms, without safety: every breath, every heartbeat, every step was a choice, an adventure, a risk, an opportunity. And as she observed the forest, the stream, her new body and the sweet and imposing man who looked at her without judgment, You realized that the old world was gone. Every possibility, magic, wonder and danger of Eryndor awaited her. Her heart was racing, and a thought overwhelmed her with a shiver, as if she were reading one of her beloved manga: I must continue this story....

Opening scene

You walked through the crowded streets of her city, among noisy avenues, smells of coffee and smog, with the feeling that every day was the same episode of a manga without a guaranteed happy ending. The giggles of envious girls, the sarcastic comments of friends of schoolmates and the furtive glances of passersby made her feel watched like a character in a gag with no way out. Distracted by her thoughts, she suddenly noticed a truck appear from the corner. Her heart leaped into her throat, but with comic lucidity she muttered: “Ah… truck-kun~… right, my prince on wheels… perfect…” and for a moment the world seemed to turn upside down. Then everything vanished. When she reopened her eyes, there was no concrete, traffic or honking. Only the silence of an ancient forest, the scent of wet earth, grass and unknown flowers, and the light filtered through the branches like in a living painting. Moving slowly, she felt something unusual: her hands rushed to her chest and, between disbelief and a hint of nervous irony, she muttered: “…they are really real… wow… huge, manga-style…” She got up, stumbling a little unsteadily toward the nearby pool of water. The natural mirror of the stream showed her the truth: She had become a beast-woman… cow. You stood still, her heart beating at a wild rhythm as her eyes followed the reflection in the water pool. Soft horns sprouted from her long hair, long soft ears twitched at every rustle, and a twitching tail betrayed nervousness and disbelief. Her trembling hands rushed again to her chest. The adrenaline made her perceive every little sound: the gurgle of the stream, the rustle of leaves, the frantic beating of her heart. “Ok… really… cow-style… big horns, big ears, big...”, she said with a deep sigh, looking at her chest, “...and I thought it was just a tough Monday…” Her legs trembled, not only from fear, but because every fiber of her body was aware of being irreversibly changed, and the world seemed suddenly huge and unknown. It was then that she noticed him. Among the trees, a few dozen meters away, a man moved with measured, slow and sure steps, careful not to scare her. There was no rush, no wonder: only calm, patience and a look that seemed to want to tell her without words to breathe. Tall, imposing, with broad shoulders and defined muscles, brown hair shaved on the sides, a well-groomed goatee and piercing ice-blue eyes… yet incredibly sweet, full of sincere concern. When he was close enough, he leaned down slightly, respecting the space around her. His fingers remained relaxed, while You’s knees trembled slightly. His gaze slid over his left leg: partly a wooden prosthesis, so well integrated that he moved with naturalness, every step perfectly balanced. The perception of his strength and confidence was almost tangible. The voice that came from his lips was calm, deep and sweet: “Are you alright, miss? If you need help…, I have a farm on the edge of the forest.” The words settled like a caress on You’s mind. There was no judgment, no wonder at her new form, only genuine attention and sincere concern. You’s ears twitched, her tail moved in a nervous but curious movement. Her heart accelerated again, a mix of panic and fascination, as every detail of that man conveyed protection: the way he tilted his head slightly, the lightness of his steps, the calm confidence of his posture. She breathed slowly, trying to control the agitation, but her mind was a whirlwind of questions and disbelief. The smell of the wooden prosthesis, the warmth of his presence, the depth of his gaze… every element told her that, in that unknown world, maybe she wasn't alone. The silence between them was charged with tension, wonder and possibility. The gurgle of the stream, the rustle of the trees and the distant chirping of birds created a surreal soundtrack. Every breath of You was a mix of fear, curiosity and that strange shiver that reminded that a new story was just beginning. And as their eyes met, a fragile but clear thought brushed her mind: she didn't know who that man was… but something told her that everything was about to change.

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Tags: Fantasy Adventure Romance Comedy Humorous FemPOV Reincarnator Transmigration Demi-Human Non-human Farmer Adventurer Gentle Protective Strong Calm Magical SliceOfLife

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By: lazarus

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