Derrick took a deep breath and struggled to focus his thoughts. He had to look away from the centaur to keep his willpower strong enough. "I..." Fighting for words, Derrick edged towards the opening to the stable. "I not ready.. to.. be.. yours."
To his relief, the centaur simply nodded and whickered "When you are ready, you will be mine." It was statement - was Derrick now destined to become one of the stable slaves? It did not feel like a bad thing, but he wanted to at least explore more of the Resort before he made a final decision. He stumbled a few times on his way out, having to get used to hooves and oddly formed legs. The further he got from the stall, the easier it was to move. His arms swung wide and his gait was curiously like a trot.
There were signs pointing he way to different places in the Resort just outside the stable. Derrick puzzled over the odd shapes and squiggles. Letters. Numbers. He had a vague understanding that people used those marks to say things without speaking. He could not remember any of them. Was that important? He shook his head and followed the centaur's scent back to the main resort.
Walking out into the lobby, Derrick looked around and tried to figure out what to do. Many guests were giving him curious looks, but the Resort staff just smiled when they saw him. He looked down at himself and flexed his three-fingered hands. What could he do now? This all felt perfectly normal to him, even if he remembered being different before.
Just then a small group of people came in from the main entrance. It was the tour group, returning. He saw his parents and sister and automatically waved as they came close. They gave a puzzled look, and his father nodded slightly the way he would to a stranger. But then they all stopped and looked back at him.