But your surprises don't end there. Oh, no. Suddenly a blast of transformation goes through you, seeping into your every cells, it seems. You feel an itch upon your bare legs that cannot be scratched away. It becomes very uncomfortable. But when you look down at your legs, you see in horror that they are covered in fur! Fur that is getting thicker! And spreading! You yell in horror, even more as you watch more frightening transformations occur. Your toes fuse before your very eyes. Your pelvis spreads backwards, incredible and before you know it, you've got a butt, enormous butt elongating backwards! Freakish tentacles sprout downwards and at the tip. The downwards tentacles harden and before you know it, there are two legs and stumps behind you! You've got six limbs, like a vile gigantic insect! And the fur is spreading all over this alien part of your body! Your mind dimly notices through all the horror that the fur is of the same color as your scalp hair. Scalp hair that you can feel thicken and getting longer. You actually sense your organs moving backwards, ending up elongated too. Even your privates move backwards! The sandals become shredded and your toga and weird undies get displaced or torn too. And... You feel compressed! You're getting shorter! Daintier! Your muscles melt down before your eyes! You shout out for help but the whole store has gone blurry. Everything has disappeared. Your head feels light and when you finally see in a decent way, the entire scenery had changed. You are a kid again, upon thin legs. Foal legs. You look around you. You're... You're a centaur! You take a few tentative steps, bewildered. Incredible! Even if you are a kid of barely ten, from what you can guess.
But then you see that you are collared to a chariot with lots of goods. An iron collar. Uh-oh... You's a baby centaur, and a slave... That can't be good... Then you see a man in a large hat and dirty clothes coming out from behind trees, tugging at his belt made of rope. He's just relieve himself. He frowns at you.
"What is the matter boy? Never seen a man piss before? Too different from your horse dick?" he asks with a mean scowl."I hope you aren't too weak to reach the trading post before the night falls. You've given me enough trouble. I hope a satyr, centaur or nymph from the enchanted woods will buy you there."
Spitting on the ground, he whips his ox into motion. You can only follow the noisy cart. You're about to get sold? To mythological beings? What sort of freaks will you see there? And more importantly... Who will purchase you?