“My powers, and they a for real!
What I wish happens to anyone, as it is true they become what I wish they were, just like that jackass of a guy driving... there. I wish for him and myself to have any knowledge of his becoming a donkey, and let only himself and me to hold any concern for him being a donkey seated in the driver's seat of his car. Oh yea, also let his transformation be halted or slowed until such time as he exits his vehicle!"
As traffic cleared and everyone began moving along at speed, the car holding the changing jackass careened off the highway. Watching then in the rearview mirror, saw then an almost fully transformed individual scramble out of the car to begin standing on all fours, he then a large male donkey."
"Hey, that makes no sense, as I did wish his transforming to slow until..., well he does strike me as being very handsome a donkey..., Eyow!"
The viewing behind almost caused the car to hit the rear of another car driving the highway, the event scared me!
“Wow, but of what I did to or for that guy, he will never again feel the need to be in a hurry to go somewhere. Huh, when he gets caught and taken to some farm, the fences will keep him from wandering back to the highway.
The more I tend to think about his new self, the more I think about if I could change me, make of me to be as a jenny donkey and let him..., no, now that is wrong thinking."
Divine providence worked its marvelous ways to bring back those horny thoughts again, as the memory of the Jackass getting his first equine size an erection is making for the mouth to watering from the sordid fantasizing. The more the mind wanders back to thinking about the lucky fellow who by then was maybe learning how to do grazing, or was in search of a farm and mares...
The continued looking into the rearview mirror taunted those horny feelings. Fantasy ideas began and from them coupled with an overactive imagination, the foolishly came the idea of trying my own power to taint or poison myself, and/or my life. Looking often at the car's rear view mirror, I did begin to wish..., "How I wish now, that I could take upon the bodily form of a mare, but my changes should come on me slowly. I wish as well that I am able to halt my changing at any point of my choosing, and reverse the process either partly, or wholly should I would so desire.
The new me I wish was a Clydesdale horse. My body fur of rich brown and white with a mane black as night. As I wish my changes to be minor while I need remain within the confines of my vehicle. I wish for only myself to have any knowledge of my becoming as is a mare, drawing no attentions by others whether drivers passing me, or bystanders seeing me drive past."
That was the general essence of what I said, me wishing for something that was purely fantastic, a weird personal fantasy. Indeed, I thought my wish had covered every item of how I decided my personal self would see and feel what was transformation.
As I continued driving the highway, there came the slightest dull feels happening to my toes and fingers. I dismissed the strange feelings, thinking that from the long time of driving my feet and hands were as mom said of such, like they were going to sleep.
The sudden required slowing of the vehicle for traffic ahead offered remarkable notice as how in my shoes my toes were merging, becoming as my soon hind hooves. Hoofs are not what the car builders had in mind for a driver to use to brake the car, as slow it down. The same sort of growing numbness entering the extremities of my fingers, as it had to my by then toes becoming like dainty filly size hooves.
Prickly feelings of sprouting and growth of body fur got me itching at my legs, and soon my groin. The itchy feeling was soon driving me insane as all over my body sprouted equine fur. As the fur covered me all over, my muscles took to feeling changes. As did muscles change so did bones, a leg joints, my body contorting as I tried to drive straight ahead along the highway.
"I wish my changes to start slowing so that I might enjoy them better!" I said, wishing to slow the transfomation.
My transforming did not slow or stop, but continued to advance, changing me, my body to feel and look more like I was born a Clydesdale filly.