Taylor lifted her hoof as the blacksmith, a dwarf, nailed on her last shoe. "There" said the smith "You'll mostly be on grass, which is gentle on the feet, but the shoes will protect you anyway."
Taylor was surprised that the experience was mostly painless. The hooves lacked nerve endings, which meant she didn't directly feel the ground surface the way a barefoot human would. In that sense the shoes didn't make that much difference.
She saw her first other centaur, a grizzled male. "Hello, you must be Taylor. I'm Chiron. I'm here to give you some basic information about centaur life."
"What do I eat?"
Chiron chuckled. "Damn good question. Our diet is vegan. You have the enzymes to digest grass, but we don't graze the way a horse does because we can't bend over to put our mouths in direct contact with the ground. We eat a lot of leaves as well as the kinds of vegetables humans eat, cooked or raw. Our diet is heavier on green vegetables, but we also eat root crops like potatoes and turnips as well as fruits like apples and tomatoes. We can eat cooked food, but usually we prefer raw. Our jaws are more powerful than a human's so its easier for us."
Taylor blushed. "What about, uh, relieving ourselves?"
"That is actually one of the biggest adjustments. To be brief, we just go wherever we happen to be, like horses. Our excrement decays rapidly, but you will get used to the ambient smell. You need to move your tail aside, but that's a reflex action you won't have to consciously remember. But yes, say goodbye to toilets."
Something about this detail made Taylor realize just how different her new species really was.