You turn in circles looking down the long length of this your horse body. Odd desires and odder yet feelings of the horse body touches the mind and taunting you to act as a horse.
"Genie, I said this before and I'll say it again, I should be outraged for being made a horse, but I'm not! This body is so filled with power, strength, a feeling of agility, the desire to go out and R-U-N ! I've lost all I had, family, friends, my future, and even the woman of my life! Yet this form seems so right, I..I.. can't come up with the correct words to express this feeling of gratitude for placing me as an Arabian horse and in Arizona."
"Then if your so happy I can make my leave of you and go back to the rest of myself!" said Genie's thoughts.
"No, no, no, don't leave me now, I my need some help yet this is all too different for me to understand, I need help!" you beg the Genie to stay.
"Alright, since I've saved you some of the discomfting things by transfering you to a horse rather than change your entire body to some part of the horse family, I'll stay a while." agrees the Genie.
"Say what, you saved me from what discomforts?" you catch his statement.
"I see you don't know much about horses! Well right off would be the birthing of a colt and breaking out of the womb, up the canal, and out into the bright light of day. Then too being covered in the slime of after birth and licked by the mare to be clean. A rough struggle follws as you try time after time to stand. Then too, you would have the need to suckle which with your human thoughts would maybe cause you to become embarressed and maybe die of hunger. After that you need to use those horse instincts, smelling the urine scent of the mare so you can find her among taller horses and nurse. As time and growth would progress the ultimate need to ingest some of her fresh manurer to let a bacteria inside your stomach granting the ability to graze and digest your food." tells the Genie's thoughts.
"Oh then I thank you for sparing me of all that! Now if you could what am I here to do, be a race horse?" you wonder.
"Ha,ha,ha no, you are a prime specimen of exotic horse flesh. An Arabian stallion you are and for the entire life you will be taken to horse show prance about in true stallion manner. Then be judged by the rider's costume, you gait, conformation, and the Arabian pride such a horse as you are has in itself. Then as with maturity comes your use is the turned from the show ring to being what you are, a stallion for stud service. The rest of your life will be split up as a show horse and being at stud." explains the Genie's thoughts.
"That's it, showing my naked horse body off and being at stud making mares pregnant, that's all my life if worth?" you ask feeling less worth than a human grovelling for his daily bread.
"I'm surprised, would you prefer to be working hard and breaking your back for the things of delight in life? If so best tell me now and I can insert your mind into one of those gelded draft horses used to haul the manurer out of the stables and spread it over the pastures!" says the Genie as if grumbling toyour thoughts.
"Oh, I see your point, I apologize this form is far better off than those working animals! Please forgive my ingratitude, one has a lot of settling into being both horse and human at the same time." you do beg forgiveness.
Now you stop arguing with the Genie of why's and turn to the experiance of being a horse.