The doctor turned away from Lily, back to his desk. Lily sat on the table, cum dripping off her chin and softening cock head.
“Send me… on my way… tomorrow morning?” Lily asked quietly, the butterflies building in her stomach at the thought.
“Well, yes,” responded the doctor, “I can’t keep every patient here. I saved you, you healed as expected, now you shall get back to your normal life. I’m sure you have a job, a family, things you’d like to get back to.”
“Well… yes… but how am I to just return to my normal life like this?” Lily responded, gesturing to her new lower half.
“I know it’s…” the doctor started before being interrupted.
“Weird? Gross? Disgusting? Horrific?” Lily suggested.
“Yes, yes, yes. I know it’s not ideal, but it’s allowing you to live a somewhat normal life. You need to realize something: if I didn’t find you and rebuild you when I did, you would’ve died. And by some miracle you did survive long enough for the paramedics to arrive, you would’ve lost your legs for good and probably most of your brain function. With my procedure, you can walk, talk, and do what you need to do. Plus, you still have part of Champ, who will always be with you. Literally.” The doctor spoke to her sternly.
Lily listened to his words carefully. He was right. She would never get over her lower half being equine, but she would walk about as she pleased and still had all her core functions. Lily didn’t want to be unappreciative, but she also didn’t like being part horse… and a stallion at that.
“I need to use the restroom.” Lily said rather quietly.
“It’s right over there, to the left.” The doctor responded motioning to the corner doorway over his shoulder with his thumb.
Lily stepped down off the table and took her first steps with her new legs. Her hooves clicked on the floor with each step. Her new long and luscious tail swung lightly from side to side, brushing against her hocks. Lily’s big leathery sheath and heavy black testicles bounced with each movement. She can’t stand to look at them any more than she had to.
Lily reached the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind her. To her surprise, her cowgirl boots and what was left of her jeans, or what was left of them, lay folded on the sink counter. Her phone was also on the counter. Lily grabbed it and turned it on. It powered right up, only a small crack was visible on the screen. The lock screen was a picture of Lily, Champ, and her boyfriend.
Lily took a seat on the toilet and: