Laying down on the bed I stare at the white ceiling and feel something odd. Thoughts wander as the liquid begins it's mircle, like Lon Chaney I lay stiff awaiting the changes for my new career.
Then something strange works it's way into my thoughts. A thought, no more of an urge to stand and feel the breeze over my body. I long to be on top of a high hill and gaze out over my domain. A feeling of exceptional male pleasure seeking and the hope of to mate with any female equine alive.
Prickly feelings come and with them I lay stiffly waiting the coming changes. Breathing is fast and heavy as clothing is beginning to feel quite tight.