This is Dutch rooster reporting from this spacious home nestled into the midwest. We have come here to learn from a mother of her son, he becoming a willing volunteer for science.
As she informed us, her son Daniel, a freshman student at a university located in the southwest corner of Michigan, answered an advertisement offering students money to volunteer.
Professor Haun, a Bio-Scientist working on gene spliting and enhancement theory gave Daniel an interesting offer. A five year contract for his volunteer work, paying $3,000. a month to him or his parents, all for his involvement as a prime subject.
"Homo-Equinus-Dartmoor serums," a product of Gene/D.N.A. experimentation, according to the test monitor, this project would blend human and equine together into a new breed of extremely intelligent animals. Daniel, the first to recieve the serums was not told about the transitioning phase, his loss of human form, becoming partially equine as expected for the sixty month test.
As we have learned the testing went better than expected, Daniel's physical body accepting the serums radical enhancements. In short the young student of legal age changed so much physically, his complete from transitioned, he became a mature Dartmoor stallion pony.
His first knowledge of the change was put into a long letter, addressed to his dear Mother. In it, he told of his changes, many in distinct detail, explaining the sexual effects, and his meeting with another like him, a girl named Marge.
Marge signed up for a twenty year test, it being the same as did Daniel, but for her she actually looked forward to become a real Dartmoor brod mare. As a very lusty person, Marge an orphan from birth had no family and was offered a very handsome contract for her part in the testing. It was after her meeting with Daniel that he wrote his mother, telling of his idea to remain on, living his entire life as a pony stallion and at stud.
Daniel's thinking was prevailed on by Marge, she finding someone fulfilling her needs for love, being on the same kind, they were to be married and live as stallion and mare until death.
The many letters that were written to a sorrowful and stricken mother, were mostly written by Marge as Daniel's hands changed quickly into hoofs. He, with his remarkable intelligence and foreleg dexterity, wrote in the sand of his corral what he wanted Marge to send home.
My conversation with Daniel's mother was not without many tears. His father, a salesman by trade, after hearing of his son's choices, read the letters, and then wrote his son. I was surprised to read how he cursed his only son, telling him he had sunken to be as are the beasts of the field.
Then later after his nervous breakdown, and through the conversations of his doctors and those at the university, he too was placed into Homo-Equinus-Exmoor testing. A few months after entering the testing group he was transported to an Exmoor pony stud just a few miles East of his son Daniel. At the Exmoor stud it was his duty to be the testing stallion for mares entering their time of heat.
As explained to me, the rouge stallion allowed to sniff the mare, but kept on the opposite side of a high barrier, let the stable's groom check on how the mare might accept a stallion.
Once this was accomplished the poor rouge stud, was removed to his stall, there allowed his privacy as he masturbated himself into a relative calm.
As from this way of life Daniel's father surcombed to the physical and mental drives of becoming an animal himself. This acceptence is not without the great cost of his loss of any ability to return to human form. In short he actually becomes in mind, body, and spirit, a stallion, willing to mate as would a common male horse.
It is for Daniel and his situation a Mother cries herself to sleep.
Daniel at last accounting was the sire (father) of more than one thousand foals. He remains to this day mentally active, alert, and knowing himself, his history, the first true love, Marge, and remebers his Mother, she now residing near him much of the year.
Keep tuned in for other reports, some from me and other now interviewing those who were fortunate enough to have signed short contracts.
Good Bye, good night, and pleasent dreams!