Janice noticed a big grey stallion trotting in her direction. His pace quickened as he gained sight and scent of her. "Jack?" Janice said in the peculiar whickering language of the new intelligent horse-folk. The grey gave a joyous neigh in response. "Janice? You're a mare!"
Janice gave her tail a flirtatious flip. "You betcha! And you're a pretty damn good looking stallion!"
"And you are the prettiest mare in North America!"
Suddenly it hit Janice. She was a mare, a biologically female horse. She had been so consumed with fear that she hadn't realized the full implications of marehood. She would go into oestrus, she could mate with a stallion, she could conceive, carry and bear a foal, then nurse it herself. All the things she had dreamed of as a trans woman, but now she would be doing them as a horse. Not a bad trade, she thought, even if it did mean giving up coffee.
"Flatterer!" she whickered.