You say to the farmer, “stallion”
You always had a love for horses, even fantasising over them at some point. But you really wanted to turn into a built stallion of your dreams. just the image of yourself as a fit stallion with muscles, a mane and a huge cock fills you brain. You cannot wait. The thought of grazing all grass all day, breeding horses every night, makes the bulge in your pants tent up
The farmer leads you into a stable full of hay and horse manure “there are no other horses around, probably because of privacy I guess, you thought” he said “ alright young one, in roughly 10 minutes you will start turning into the stallion that you wanted, but one questions is still to be asked, will you mating with another stallion or a mare?” The question ran through your head, stallion or mare?