When a Daughter swap bodies cow: Halloween Special

 19 years old Ali was very jealous of Betsy, their cow, to whom her parents devoted all their attention to. Betsy was a very intelligent and strong cow, winning practically every competition. Ali was a lazy, unintelligent woman who always avoided work and was mean to everyone. She was angry that her parents preferred Betsy to her. On a stormy Halloween night, she went to the barn angrily, slightly drunk, and said, 
"Stupid cow, you have no idea what a good life you have. I should have been in your shoes." Unfortunately, someone higher up must have been listening, and lightning struck the barn. When her parents came to check on what was happening, they saw their daughter on all fours and the panicked cow. They quickly concluded that a body swap had occurred.

A Year Later

New Ali wiped the oil-covered calluses on her hands with a cloth. She stepped back, admiring her work. The aging tractor was working perfectly.
"I'm done," she replied as the old machine started.
Her father patted her shoulder with genuine pride. "Great job! What would we do without a daughter like you? You've fixed more equipment this year than I have in the last five."
New Ali (formerly Betsy the cow) accepted the praise humbly. "I'm sure there are some things I can't do" she replied modestly. In her old body, receiving a medal was a reward for natural talent; in this body, fixing a stubborn gearbox was a triumph of applied intellect.
Suddenly, a cow's lowing sounded from the nearby barn.
"Looks like (new) Betsy needs milking," her father commented. "Will you take care of that, daughter?"
"Of course, Daddy."
New Ali walked toward the barn, feeling the heavy smell of straw and silage. She stopped at the entrance, leaning against the wooden frame.
 She looked nostalgically at the old display case, where framed photos showed a proud cow—her former self—standing triumphantly beside her parents, dozens of ribbons streaming down the glass.
She smiled, then glanced at the second, newer display case, filled with awards. These were the awards New Betsy (Ali) had won. They weren't as numerous, but they were certainly eye-catching—proof that even a spoiled human in a cow's body can achieve the bare minimum if the reward structure is appealing enough.
In a strange twist of fate, lazy, self-centered Ali had finally found a way to get the attention she craved, even if it required four stomachs and an endless supply of hay.
New Ali entered the stall. New Betsy (Old Ali) looked up. A look of subdued, contented human resignation appeared in her eyes.
"Okay, little one. I hope you're ready to milk. And remember, if you win that Halloween cow contest, Daddy promised to put a TV in the barn."
New Betsy nodded. She shifted her considerable weight, preparing to milk.

A simple, fulfilling life.

Ali, also known as New Betsy, let her consciousness drift away as the familiar, rhythmic sound of the milking machine began.
The first weeks were a nightmare. She was distraught, hysterical—a cruel girl trapped in a large, hairy, awkwardly shaped prison. Her parents were forced to sedate her.

Then the State Fair changed everything.

She won the first contest she entered—a simple "Weight and Endurance" category. Her parents showered her with compliments, cooing over her, brushing her coat until it glistened, feeding her special molasses treats.  For the first time in her life, Ali, a mean, petty, lazy creature, felt completely appreciated for simply existing.
From then on, life as a cow became incredibly, surprisingly, enjoyable for her. The routine was simple: eat, drink, chew, sleep, and occasionally be the center of attention.
In that moment, as the gentle, mechanical suction kicked in, she drifted off. She thought about hay. Should she eat the good, sweet alfalfa first, or save it for last? These were monumental decisions in her new life.

Her parents entered the barn.
"Look at her," her mother sighed dreamily. "So calm, so productive. She's become a real treasure, isn't she, darling?"
Ali felt a warm surge of vanity. Yes, she thought. I am a treasure.
She also felt a strange, quiet, physical impulse, now that the milking had begun.  This was something new, something that had subtly begun to happen at the turn of the season.
She was even slightly excited by the thought (probably cow instincts, she thought) of a bull mounting her, or even a calf (for sure it's cow instincts, she thought), but for now, her parents hadn't decided on that.
She shifted her weight, feeling the satisfying pressure subside. After milking, her parents would leave her with warm, clean straw. She would chew her cud and think about nothing. Her pampered, lazy life as a spoiled cattle star was perfect, and she just had to make sure she was well rested before the competition.