Caught, captured the suit once a costume is now the real you! New feelings poor into a brain overwhelmed with fears and the terror of becoming what one was not.
Standing on all fours the body weight seems balanced and offers a strange but wonderous calm. Your tail whips about as the uneasiness calms and a feeling of desire to walk, run and kick up your heels fills one's mind.
Tail held high you prance out of the changing room to stand before the shopkeeper and his wife.
They smile as the little lady touches your legs and body as if smoothing out any wrinkles in this wonderful costume. Her Husband walks to a closet and comes back with a bit and bridle seemly made for what you have become.
"You look fine, I hope you do feel well now?" asked the old man.
You would have said, yes but the try to speak comes as a hard pressed whinny. A nod of agreement follows as the costume begins to fit ever better making you want to remain this horse.
As tongue and mouth fights the feeling of one's own bit and a bridle made to turn both head and body of a brute beast, one begins to capture the manner of lifestyle to come.
"He is a fine stallion the costume has blended as usual, my Husband!" announces the little Lady.
You swing the head around as dhe touches your rump with nimble fingers.
"Listen here my friend!" says the Shopkeeper.
You turn again to face the man as an offer of employment is forth coming.
"I see how comfortable the costume fits your body and you fit to a life as both horse and stallion true! Now I suggest and this must be thought over while the mind is clear of instincts and lusting thoughts of conquest. Say that you agree to be my helper and transportation, pulling my carriage and as the chance might arise be put to stud? Would you find this offer of interesting?" asked the Storekeeper.
A shivered thought shimmies down your strengthening body. A tail flicks the coarse hairs over a bulged anus and smooth hairy and hard of muscle buttocks. A foreleg rises up and you paw the floor in thought as the mind works and interesting feeling abound.
"Our last horse stayed with us for thirtyone years! A fine form his whole life and a proud father as the stud he sired more than two hundred foals! Please my friend, please do it for me!" begs the Shopkeeper's wife as her one hand reaches low to tickle the folds of a large sheath.