As you trotted around the enclosure, exhilaration still coursing through your newly transformed body, you noticed a few mares approaching. The foals eagerly ran to their mothers, seeking comfort and nourishment. You watched them for a moment, feeling a pang of something you couldn’t quite identify.
One of the mares, a beautiful creature with a glossy black coat and gentle eyes, caught your attention. An inexplicable urge pulled you towards her, an instinctive drive to join her and the other horses. Yet, even as you began to step forward, a flicker of doubt sparked in your mind.
"This is wrong," a small voice inside you whispered. It was a human thought, a remnant of your former self, reminding you of who you had been just moments ago.
You paused, hooves rooted to the ground as your mind wrestled with the conflicting impulses. On one hand, the instinct to integrate fully into this new equine existence was powerful, almost overwhelming. The natural world around you, the camaraderie with the other horses, and the simple joy of running free felt right in a way you hadn’t expected.
On the other hand, that faint echo of your human consciousness reminded you of your past life—of Jessica, your girlfriend, and the reason you had come to the stables in the first place.
You looked at the mare, who seemed to sense your hesitation. She nickered softly, her eyes inviting but patient. The other foals, now their mothers nursing them, glanced at you curiously, as if sensing your inner turmoil.