The teen narrows his eyes, “my horse is an American Quarter Horse,” he says.
Jeff nods, selecting the quarter horse, “what’s your horse’s fur color?”
“Black”.
“Age?”
“Four”.
“Gender?”
“Male”.
Jeff nods as he types into his phone, “right, now, I’ll set the transformation to take 30 minutes and the duration to last two hours. I’ll also make sure that you will be able to understand and communicate with me”.
“What the hell are you babbling about,” the teen asks.
Jeff looks up from his phone, grinning, “you’ll see,” he says, “now, when I step into the stall, I want you to close the door… unless you want to see me naked! I’ll have to strip out of my clothes, I don’t want to destroy them!”
“Ooooookaaaaaaay,” the teen says, still not understanding where Jeff is going, but when Jeff enters the empty stall, he closes the door behind him and Jeff immediately strips, before confirming the input.
Jeff shivers when the tingling runs through his body, “I wonder what the first change will be,” he says.
“Dude, you are scaring me,” the teen says.
Jeff chuckles, “you’ll understand soon enough,” he says, he then groans, “I can feel my whole body itching, I guess my fur is starting to grow,” sure enough Jeff’s skin turns black as black hairs grow from his body, his black hair takes on a mohawk style and take on the appearance of a mane.
The teen’s eyes widen in shock as he watches Jeff transform, Jeff’s hands clench into fists, becoming hooves, as do his feet.
When Jeff feels his body lean forward, he slowly lowers himself onto his now front legs, letting out a groan as his spine clicks, locking him into the position. Jeff begins to grow, while his face pushes out into a snout, his ears become pointy and migrate to the top of his head, a tail bursts from his back and soon the teen is replaced by a black American Quarter Horse.
“Damn, I feel pumped with energy,” Jeff says, he then grins at the teen, who is just staring wide eyed at the teen-turned-horse, “what’s up? Cat got your tongue?”
“I… I must be fucking dreaming,” the boy mumbles.
Jeff chuckles, “I assure you, this is no dream,” he says, “I used a program called “The Chronivac”, it’s able to transform anything and anyone into anything imaginable”.
“W-why… why are you doing this for me,” the teen asks, tears forming in his eyes, “you… you don’t even know my name”.
Jeff chuckles, “because I can’t stand seeing someone upset,” he says, “now, why don’t you get me ready so I can make sure you win this race!”