“…let you decide your own fate. You would have useful assets for the stables whether you changed back or not, so I think it’s only fitting that you get to decide the role in which you continue to work for me.”
The woman’s words made Jenny feel uneasy. This wasn’t the merciful outcome she had hoped for. She hated to think what her boss had devised, having witnessed her cruelty and sadism on many occasions.
“It’s quite a simple test” the woman continued to explain. “When prompted, you will either choose your old human life, or your new horse one. To help you make up your mind I shall give you a few prompts while you think about your decision.”
With that, the woman whipped out a tablet before touching the screen a few times. She found what she was looking for and turned the screen so that Jenny could see. “This is you, see?” On the screen was some social media site full of pictures and happy memories of Jenkins as a man.
Jenkins’ conscience began to re-assert itself. Seeing pictures of him with his wife, friends and family made him reflect on all he stood to lose if he made a poor choice. He now resolved not to let that happen.
However, after several minutes of scrolling through the site, the woman withdrew the tablet before tapping the screen a few more times. “Or…” the woman continued, “is THIS who you really are?”
What greeted Jenny this time were not pictures of a man, but of a horse. The woman now scrolled through numerous photographs which her colleagues had snapped on their phones. All of them showed the graceful chestnut-coloured mare from various angles, especially from behind. There was even a video clip of Jenny getting aroused whilst watching Prince and Princess as they passionately mated. Every so often the camera would zoom in on her distinctly feminine genitalia. The video recorded the vivid sight of her slick folds as they winked open and closed with loud wet squelches.
Jenkins felt sickened and ashamed upon seeing these cruel reminders of how far he had fallen. The painful truth of who and what Jenkins had become started to test his resolve. He was still a mare; still a she. And despite Jenkins’ protests, there still seemed to be a ring of truth to those words. Jenkins tried to stay focused, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as the mental battle between man and mare escalated.
“I think that’s enough dear,” the woman said as she put the tablet away. “Now that you’ve had a chance to reflect on your dilemma I shall explain how this will be decided. It’s quite simple; I shall stand at one end of the aisle. You will then come to me if you wish to be turned back into a man. But, at the other end of the aisle will be a stallion of my choosing. If you instead decide that you want to live a care-free life as Jenny the mare then feel free to go to him.”
“I think it’s time for you to decide: Jenny or Jenkins?”