Rachael woke up to the sound of roosters crowing. She had slept like a log once she had finally found release.
"Oh shit!" Rachael mumbled in a panic as she bolted upright, remembering her incredible transformation from the night before. She felt her body and assessed the state of her body. She looked at her hands and feet, expecting to see the thick hard hooves of a horse but all she found were here soft pale fingers and toes. She then felt behind her for her tail but it had vanished. "Was it all a fucked up dream?" she thought. "Was I drugged?"
Rachael sat in confusion as another body began to stir.
"Mornin' hot stuff." The stranger spoke with a groggy but satisfied demeanour. "Names Paul, by the way."
"Oh!" Rachael replied as she jumped out of her thoughts. "Hi, I'm Rachael, I'm really sorry about last night. I don't know what came over me."
"Don't apologize, last night was fantastic." Paul scratched his head. "At least I think it was. I'm not gonna lie, I started having some pretty serious hallucinations last night. It must've been something I ate."
"Hallucinations?" Rachael asked, hoping he didn't confirm her memory about changing into a horse-woman. "What did you see?"
"Haha!" Paul laughed. "You're not gonna believe me, but I thought you had fur and a long snout. Yeah, you looked like a cross between a person and a horse. I know, crazy right? What's more is as we fucked it felt like I turned into a horse person too. It must've been that really old potato sal.."
"Can you take me back to my car?" Rachael snapped, cutting him off. It wasn't a dream. She had changed last night. It was real and she felt like she was going to freak out.
"Well sure." Paul replied. "But don't you want to put some clothes on first?"
Realization dawned on Rachael and she quickly tried to cover herself. Both of them were a mess, covered in dried love juices and the tattered remnants of Paul's clothes.
"I have some clothes in the house." Paul continued. "They probably won't fit you very well but you're welcome to them."
Rachael nodded, sitting on the ground. She watched Paul flex his muscles as he got up and made his way inside. She wondered if he'd been that toned last night. She had thought he was much skinnier when she first saw him. It could have been a trick of the light or her mind fooling her due to her own enhanced stature at the time, but now in the bright morning sun, there was no denying that he looked bigger and stronger.
Paul returned shortly and gave Rachael some clothes to wear. They were indeed big and baggy like he had said they'd be but Rachael was grateful for anything that helped her cover her nudity. They got in Paul's truck and took off down the road. Paul pulled over once they arrived at Rachaels car.
"Thanks for the ride." Rachael said, getting out of Paul's truck. "And again, I'm sorry for last night."
"And I'll say it again." Paul started. "There's no need to apolog..."
"Those 'hallucinations' were real!" Rachael blurted out. "We did turn into horse freaks last night. I didn't want to believe it, but it's true. Why do you think your clothes were destroyed this morning?"
"Wha?" Paul stammered.
"I don't know why." Rachael continued. "But I felt like I had to tell you the truth. So thank you for the ride, and I'm sorry." With that, Rachael got in her car and drove away leaving a very confused Paul to try and figure out what to do next.