The back of Janet's mind tried to fight this. She KNEW there was something wrong! She KNEW it! She should have acted on her instincts, but it was too late now. She found herself on the ground on all fours completely nude. How this guy was making her do this, she had no idea. Nor could she do anything about it. She was a prisoner in her own body as it obeyed without question.
The calm voice continued for her as the screen turned to a view of a large open plain, a stable in the background. "Listen to my voice. You are not a human woman. No, far, far from it. Look at the screen. What is missing here? That's right. Animals. Repeat after me. 'This farm needs some animals.'"
"This farm needs some animals..." Janet droned back.
"Specifically, though, it needs horses. A male one and a female one to be exact. You shall be the male one. You shall be a strong Arabian Stallion. Repeat that for me," the voice said as a brown-coated stallion appeared in view on the screen.
"I shall be a strong Arabian Stallion," Janet repeated, even if part of her was fighting to say anything. While it was painful being in this position for so long, after she said that, it strangely got less painful, and she felt strange pops and cracks in her spine.
"Good. Now, look at the stallion on the screen. That's you! Or, that will be you. Take a deep look at him, focus on his features and let his features be your features!"
Janet did so, staring at the stallion. Strangely, impossibly, the longer she stared, the more different she felt. Her body started feeling larger, stronger, bulkier. Her hands and feet, at the beginning painfully held on the ground for that long, morphed into hard dark brown hooves. Her breasts receded into her chest as her torso lengthened and bulked out. Her neck grew larger and stretched upwards as her face elongated into a muzzle.
Janet couldn't believe what was happening. She wanted to scream, but could not. She could only watch and feel as her body changed.
Next, her ears moved to the top of her head, and her long blond hair darkened to a dark brown, as it hung down her neck, rugged and dirty. A matching tail sprouted out of her large new flanks, swishing involuntarily as her transformation continued. Light brown fur sprouted all over her body, giving her a musky smelling coat.
The voice returned again. "Good, you are almost done. You are now officially a horse. Congratulations. But remember, you are to be a stallion. Focus on that part of him."
The image of the stallion on the screen spun around to give Janet a good view of his large fifth leg. She felt revolted, but could do nothing but stare at it intensely. She internally groaned as she felt an uncomfortable sensation in her nethers. Her female parts began to slowly recycle themselves, pushing, pushing, pushing outwards. It felt like child birth, except this wasn't a child. Finally, there was the sensation of something being released. She, or rather he, felt a long thick part of him droop and touch the ground with its sensitive tip.
The calm voice did not return, however many images did. Janet could not understand them, but the subliminal pictures flashed at inconceivable speeds in front of him for many hours. He started to forget his old name...who he was...before....before what? He was always Clyde the stallion. His master was always Josh.
After the sixth hour of staring, the new stallion was complete, and was released out of the room.