After over an hour of trying to decide on what to try next and unable to decide, Jeff lets out a sigh, turning to stare out of his window, that is when an idea pops into his head, “I could transfer the program onto my phone,” he mumbles to himself, “I could head out, maybe taking a walk will give me an idea. Come to think of it, there is a horse race event today, I think I’ll head there and see what idea pops into my head!”
Having made up his mind, Jeff transfers the program onto his phone and is soon on his way to the race track.
When Jeff arrives at the location, where the race is said to happen, he notices that it’s already packed with people, placing bets, getting snacks or simply checking out the horses.
As Jeff looks around, trying to find someone to transform, or get an idea of what to transform himself into, he notices what appears to be a boy his age with blond hair and wearing a jockey outfit sitting on a bench by the stables looking rather upset.
‘He doesn’t look to happy,’ Jeff says, he then looks down at his phone, ‘maybe… maybe I can help him out?’
Jeff slowly walks up to the teen, “hey… um… sorry to bother you,” he says.
The teen looks up, “what do you want,” he asks, “I’m not in the mood to chat, especially not with someone I don’t know”.
“My name is Jeff, Jeff Davis,” Jeff says, “I… I couldn’t help but notice that you look upset about something. Would… would you mind telling me what’s wrong?”
The teen frowns, “why do you give a crap about how I feel,” he asks.
Jeff holds up his hands, “whoa, no need to get all nasty,” he says, “I just want to help”.
The teen snorts, “I doubt you’ll be able to help,” he says.
“Let me guess: something happened that prevents you from competing in today’s race,” Jeff asks, “I assume, something happened to your horse?”
“Bingo,” the boy says.
“What happened,” Jeff asks.
The teen sighs, “earlier today, while training for the race,” the boy starts, “my horse lost its footing and…”.
“Eeesh,” Jeff says, “I’m sorry, I guess it’s to late to find a replacement, also you would need to train with the new horse, right?”
“Correct,” the teen says, “this… this was supposed to be my first race! I was so excited! Now I’ll have to wait a whole year until I’ll be able to compete again”.
Jeff grins, “no, you WILL compete in this race,” he says, “and you will even win it, I’ll make SURE of that!”
The teen looks at Jeff, “what are you talking about,” he asks.
“Is there a place where we could talk in private,” he asks, “I promise to explain everything, we don’t have much time! The race is about to begin in an hour!”
The teen hesitates, “you’re not fucking with me are you?”
“Dude, I’m serious,” Jeff says.
“Okay… fine,” the jockey says, getting to his feet, “follow me”. Jeff follows the teen into the stables and to an empty stall, he then turns, crossing his arms, “okay, now… what is this about and how will it help me compete and win the race?”
Jeff takes out his phone, opening the app, he then opens the “transformations” tab, then selects the “animal” option, then “feral” and finally “horse”. He then looks at the teen, “what race is your horse?”
“Why do you need to know,” the teen asks.
“Please, just trust me,” Jeff says, “I promise you will not regret it!”