Name: Elisabeth "Betsy" Miller
Sex: Female
Age: 31
Race: Hucow, formerly human
Profession: Adventurer*
Disposition: Pretends to be dom, is usually switch, gets off on subbing

Just some time ago Elisabeth was just another adventurer, making a living by exploring tombs, caves, offering her services as a sellsword.

Blessed by naturally impressive physique, experienced fighter had no issues finding jobs as a bodyguard, being attractive woman alongside her competency.
That was until the "incident" while raiding another nameless tomb, trying to make some extra drinking money. Long story short, Elisabeth, in her curiosity, ended up donning an old, golden necklace instead of identifying it first.

The cursed jewelry quickly shifted into a collar, snapping itself securely around her neck, impossible to remove before transforming further to appear as a golden cow bell.

The necklace wasn't the only thing left transformed, woman's body quickly succumbing to similarly bovine changes.

Her already large breasts swollen further, easily reaching o-cup size and more. Delicate nipples widened and grew, starting to drip milk as the breasts themselves started to produce stupid amounts of the sweet liquid. Athlete's impressive musculature was almost completely hidden as her hips widened, round ass and whole body gaining a layer of fat, which made Elisabeth look voluptuous... maybe borderline plump. Even her once pink and cute pussy changed, darkening as its lips swollen in side, gaping and oozing constantly in idle arousal.

Last to be changed was her head. A pair of bovine horns painfully grew from her skull, hair turned blonde, lips filled out, while a permanent, heavy makeup embeded itself over her face, giving her  bimbo-like features. Finally, to top off humiliating get-up, golden ring, matching her new collar appeared in woman's nose, highlighting cow-like changes.

While initially Elisabeth tried to remove cursed object, the attempts quickly proved impossible, forcing the woman to accept her new identity as a lewd hucow, while at the same time trying to preserve her life of an adventurer.
It would prove rather difficult, since her tastes slowly shifted without her noticing, growing to like skimpy clothes that allowed her skin to breath, showcase her body, and allow for easy milking whenever her tits started to ache for relief.

Even her name was not safe, derogatory, cow-like Betsy sticking to her going forward, forcing woman to use the derogatory moniker, since no one seemed to remember her old name, quickly forgetting it, even after being reminded.

LIGHTS

Red: Rule breaking, scat, uderage, gore, death, empty bios

Yellow: Females, pregnancy

Green: Most stuff

Sparkling: Verbal humiliation, cow-rp, milking, breastfeeding, breeding attempts, prostitution, public use, bovine/equine