Once Tony was done being fitted for the harness he was unhitched and allowed to return to the house, but not allowed to put any cloths back on as his transition was officially started. In fact Max fitted his new pony shoes that forced him to walk on the balls of his feet. Tony was surprised that his mom had cleaned out his closet and dresser. All his cloths were boxed up and marked for eventual donation.
Max fitted his new pony shoes that forced him to walk on the balls of his feet. If he didn't, it was quite painful thanks to the small pins in the back of the shoes. The new shoes and weights on his balls made walking an interesting experience at first. Fortunately a DVD came with the shoes intended to show the trainer how to make the pony walk. Max and Tony watched it together. Soon Tony was walking around, even if his calves were sore.
Dad of course tried once again to talk his eldest son out of this decision, but Tony held firm, so far. He was getting used to being naked, and had to admit his exhibitionist streak was definitely being satisfied. Tony didn't remember being that way before, but he didn't care. "The drink maybe?", Tony speculated to himself.
Tony's friend Roger came over and joined the family for dinner. The conversation was surprisingly normal given the day's events. Tony's mom gave him an extra chair cushion to help with the ball weights. They needed to hang free at all times, and the extra elevation kept them from getting caught on the chair.
The fact that Tony could join the family for dinner, be inside, or even be allowed to sit was all due to his unique status. He was even allowed to sleep in his own bed. Such things were unthinkable for most pony boys, but Tony's instructions to the Chronivac made all the difference. In fact, because of him he was not the only voluntary pony. They were rare, but did exist.
"You know Tony, starting tomorrow we will be giving you supplements with your meals. In fact, your lunch will be special pony food from now on. I hear it's pretty nasty." Dad once again pressing his point on his son's bad decision.
"Ah hey Max," Roger interjected to change the subject. "Been meaning to ask. Can I ride Tony's surrey to the movies tomorrow? I think it will be fun for both of us."
Max nodded and smiled, "That sounds cool....and you two can work any bugs out in the surrey. And Tony better be a good well behaved pony, or I will have to punish him. Right bro?"
Tony was briefly taken aback, but the nudity, shoes, raging erection, and ball weights reminded him of his new status. "I'll be a good pony, don't worry."
Max, Tony, and Roger spent the rest of the evening playing video games. Tony kicked their butts as usual. This didn't quite sit well with Max who scowled at his new pony.
"What bro, you think I'm just gonna let you win?", Tony grinned at his vanquished opponent.
Max smiled back. "Nope. I would never ask that.....I do reserve the right to punish you later."
Tony cringed in mock fear as Roger and Max both laughed. Little did Tony know Max was serious, but the future would tell.
Tony was given a special nightcap before bed that knocked him out, and started the real transition process.