TG Milk

After writing the latest update for the site I work for, slack.com, I grabbed some time to shop online for some of the grocery not available nearby. That included milk delivered directly from the farm to my children's table every morning. Those should be better than what you could buy in shops, since those CEOs would make less and the farmers more. I scrolled down the list of local dairy farms and among them was some interesting discovery. "TG Milk" "Transform your male self into female and enlarge your breasts! Sold directly from the farm, at an affordable price!" Gender-swapping? Nothing can do this without a ton of surgery and hormones. So do enlarging your breasts. This might be a prank, but I looked at the reviews below and there were much to be seen, all of them praises and proofs of its actuality. Anyway, whether this really existed or not, my investigation for slack.com would be eye-catching.
I took a day-off to investigate. I drove to where the farm selling that milk was located 100 miles away from my house. The farmhouse was not unlike any other one, and it really suited the image of a farm to us city folks: rustic but decently maintained. Everything appeared to be normal, with some cows out in the pasture and some in the barn. There was only one thing that seemed off: the farm was populated only by a short-haired brunette in her mid-20s, who was sweeping the barn. The part of her which immediately caught my attention was the largest bust I’ve ever seen: about 41”, bigger than the biggest of all celebrities and even more than humanly and naturally possible. Maybe getting fresh milk every day really gives you an advantage, not just in height.
If I didn’t shouted out first, she would barely noticed me. “Hello?”
She looked up and replied hastily, "What's the matter and who’re you?"
"I'm investigating this farm for a news site, and I'm interested at the milk your cows produce."
"More of you media guys. Since I've found this pasture's special properties I've been getting lots of attention. Come in," so it seemed that the properties were due to the land; if you move the cows away it will soon produce normal milk. This fueled my interest and might prove the authenticity, and I passed through the gate to meet her. Now she left her broom behind and was tending the cows and extracting some milk as professional as she could. Not that girls can’t do that, but her age seemed too young to have such expertise. Besides, by no means could a farm be owned all by herself, without it being a part of inheritance passed to her after her parents’ early death. I might be prejudiced in these however, but I still thought I should inquire.
"You are so professional at such a young age. Did your parents train you since your childhood? Or did your parents left you at an early age..." things just couldn't fit together as a coherent account of her past, so there must be some missing piece I couldn't have imagined. Or what? But then she countered, "Don't trust my appearance, I've been raising cows for over 40 years." 40 years? That was probably longer than her life. How could she appeared to be in her 20s? Or maybe she started her career since she was a baby, I couldn’t have guessed it. How could she have achieved this impressive feat?
"I don’t know you appeared younger than you are." “Yeah, I’m actually older than I appear, and this was all due to the milk produced here...” It was a year before I visited the farm, and the land where it stood had always been used for sheep since the first settlers and even among Indians, until that point. No one knew why, except from some tales passed down from the Indians to ranchers and pastors: Some tribe new to the area once tried to raise cattle here and consume their meat, and soon they found out all of their men have become women completely. They dispersed and nearby tribes came to know this pasture as a sacred site of their own goddess of fertility, that if one ate or drank what was produced on the site, he would become fertile in the form of a woman. The native tribes did warn the settlers and these lore stuck as some local legend. Even though the advent of modern biology proved that biological sex was determined by unalterable DNA and not magic, local farmers still believed in the tales and only raised sheep for wool there.
Not Matt, who moved in with his wife from the nearby state after buying some land on the alleged sacred site. He might have listened to a few tales of supernatural, but being rational he shook them off as mere fantasy and imagination. So was this tale of gender-swapping, impossible even for modern technology. He planned to move his dairy farm there and informed his neighbors of his decision, and their only responses were a precautious “No”. Determined to ignore a superstitious folk, he ignored them and went on with the venture.
He spent money on some farm buildings, moved some Frisian milk cows and equipment into the farm, and raised them for sometime. Before selling any of the milk produced here he was to taste it to judge the quality of the land. One morning he poured a cup of fresh milk and drank it himself. It was the smoothest milk he had ever drunk, as smooth as silk if you have eaten them, and replete with the strongest of aroma. It reminded him of breast milk, or the image of a mother feeding her babies, but he simply could be remembering those baseless tales. Like a baby to breast milk he carved for more and extracted liters for himself.
Soon his body was warmed all over, and he took it as a sign of cold. But then his body started to nudge and he ran to the mirror to check himself. To his horror and denial, he was changing: first his skin was progressively lightened and untanned, with a few scars on his arms and legs disappearing. Then his frame started to shrink, gradually from 6’ to a mere 5’7”, a bit too short for a male. Then his body hairs started to fall off, except for his top and intimate parts and elsewhere becoming shorter and less dense. His shoulders was tightened and the width went to his hips, while his butt was gaining weight. All his muscles was melting into fat and a moderate pair of bust appeared above a flattened and narrower abs. This effect spread to his limbs, shortened, thinned and more delicate than yesterday. He looked into his face, not spared by this wave of feminization: his nose was less protruding and the eyes was becoming bigger, his face shifted to become that of a young woman, and his skull was now more round and smaller. His hair grew a bit, but it failed to reach his shoulders.
“Damn!” He shouted in a voice several pitches higher than his usual one. In his throat his Adam’s apple ceased to exist. “No more?” In a sudden his groin was hit by an unseen force and she fell to the ground by the intense pain. She checked her pants, and found out that her manhood and balls was no longer there. Instead there was only the organ of fertility. With the pain she screamed and lay on the floor. The screech was loud enough to woke the wife up, who could not find in the living room her weathered husband in his 50s, but only a young woman in her 20s.
Matt, or Matty as she would later call herself, tried to explain all the odd effects of the milk, but at most she could only get lukewarm acceptance by the wife. The wife, then considering herself widowed, moved away; and this left Matty with her farm, which now had no value except after shifting to sheep- something she was not familiar with. To salvage the farm she did some research on gender-swapping, and concluded that, judging from the existence of a LGBT community, she could sell some of the milk over the web to them. There were and still are a lot of buyers for this milk, who had also thought gender-swapping by drinking a milk until they tried out her farm’s milk and saw the success of the milk on their bodies. “This is how TG milk come into being. I still don’t know how something as simple as a milk produced in a particular site can change one’s gender, but at least I can sell my milk and sustain myself. Besides, I don’t mind about being a girl, since I can still work here and still strong enough to move thing around. There’s also a benefit, that I can live for a few decade more at better health.”
“So the legend is true after all.” By the way, on the page selling the milk, it was also mentioned that the milk can enlarge someone’s breasts; I looked at Matty’s breasts again, and become convinced that she had been drinking the milk after the incident. What I guessed was right: after a month of drinking the milk every day, her breasts went from 32” to the size I saw that day. In fact she actually seemed to had overdone it, since 41” was actually slightly impractical for the kind of farm work Matty did daily. But then anyone have their choices.
I thanked her for the interview and exited the farm. Driving back to my home, I recounted of my encounter with her, and doubted whether nature could do this to an otherwise normal pasture, or if I was in a deep dream. Of course, I was dreaming it up all the way, but so were those who had gained new lives after drinking this TG milk, and those who continue to pass these tale of the sacred site down to the next generation.