Ahead of yourself did the traffic halt once more, bringing with it a frustrating groan, an hour this drive should have taken, but with these jams persistent, would it be possible that more than twice that would be required of your being behind the wheel.
And with the traffic forced to halt, did you set eyes upon the Jackass of a driver, his being slightly ahead and towards your right permitting you the view to sight this, as he in turn was denied the chance to spy upon your spying. Now sporting of the chest and erection of the Pedigree Andalusian he proceeded to become as.
And with his squirming upon his seat, his frantic shakings of his long head, did the Truth of the Situation come to dawn upon you.
“Me? I wished for him to become as a Jackass? So he is now becoming as such?” You manage as a low whisper to yourself.
Time to marvel at this Power of yours though, was an option you were without, the lacking of motion in the vicinity brining with it, a situation that grew in danger. That of the other motorists who with eyes wide, gawked at the sight of the transforming Jackass. Moments of panic passed by, before, a thought borne of desperation came to yourself.
“With the Power that I possess, I do now wish that from this point on, knowledge of that driver’s becoming as a Jackass is to be for himself and myself alone. To let only him and me be showing of any concern for his becoming and being one in the driver’s seat of his car.”
In all directions from you, did a wave of power ripple away, to those who had been witness to the Jackass driving a car, was there a confusing bewilderment as to what had been consuming them with fear, with horror, and wonderment.
To this point, did the traffic crawl forwards a precious few lengths before stoppage was imposed on all, little closer did you come to the Equine whose clothes tore and sloughed from the barrelling chest of his.
Perhaps a desiring of making fun of his situation, concern for his growing brown-furred, black-maned form now constricted within the metallic confines he remained encased within. Both in concert being the explanation likeliest did you proceed with your next act.
“And now I wish, that for the time that he is remaining within his car, will his transformation be halted, to resume upon his leaving of it at the destination he seeks, a destination that he will reach with his need and want to.”
With another wave of Power that did emanate from you, did the Jackass of a driver appear to calm to a degree sufficient to place his deformed hands upon the steering wheel, and leave his still erect equine shaft to sway before himself.
And still the traffic did move not one inch, and soon the boredoms of lack of activity took hold with a deep yawn that you sought to stifle. Chin rested on the tri-spoked wheel before you, your gaze turned rightwards to the donkey who ahead in his lane crept forwards to very little.
“In time, the roads will be somewhat safer, once that Jackass has left to be caught, to be sent to farm to graze, to mate, to let me…no!”
Fortuitously perhaps, at the moment of your snapping from arousal were you able to slide forwards a small number of car lengths, and be forced to halt once more, placing the Jackass driver behind yourself, where his member raging did bring a watering of the mouth in you, a wetness between the legs to seep into the cotton of your underwear.
Too soon, did these horny fantasies, the boredom of the long wait, and the imagination overactive coalesce to create within your mind the idea as foolish as it was devious, of using the Power you now wielded toward yourself. The fulfilment of personal desire for which a second sighting of the Jackass pushed you the final step.
“I now wish, that through my power, I will take upon myself the form, of shape and build, that of the Clydesdale Mare. To be transformed, over the period of one-sixth of one hour, to have the fur rich and brown, with the mane and tail of night’s black. To maintain my intellect and capacity of speech as human as only myself will have knowledge of my becoming as such a mare, to draw no accusation, no question of my form, my dress, and of my actions committed. And, for while I remain within this vehicle, my transforming to a Clydesdale mare will not grow in size beyond its limits to maintain control of it. To complete my wish, I will be able to halt and reverse the course of my becoming a horse, both in part and in whole, at any time of my choosing.”
As a smile spread over your face - a face that showed to you already the signs of your deed - were you again permitted motion. Numbing hands grasping the handbrake to release it, that you might be able to move. Feet that did not quite feel the pedal as within the shoes they became as hind hooves. With the latest stoppage, did you see the wide flared nose and pointed ears on your face, as itching terrible afflicted your bodily form, the fur of the to-be equine sprouting through with giggles that transited to snorts and nickers.
For the discomforting feelings that plagued you did fail to suppress the excitement growing, of what you were becoming.