"Jen, honey, come inside. Breakfast is ready."
It was her mom. Jen lifted her tail and looked at her, barely holding back her tears.
"I'm a fucking freak, mom! I can't live like this!"
"Oh honey," her mom reached out and patted Jen's 'shoulder.' The skin twitched reflexively. "You're not a freak, you've always been like this. What's gotten into you this morning? Now come on, your salad is ready." She lifted Jen's tail and wiped the tears from her daughters face.
Jen stood up, her legs shaking a little. Her mom walked back to the house, leaving the sliding door open for her freakish daughter. Crying, she sniffled, the tears and snot running down her face again. "I can't even clean my own face..." she said to herself, sobbing again. Her stomach growled. As sad as she felt, needed to eat.
She lifted her tail up and walked towards the house. Her steps were awkward, her front legs having to walk backwards. Each step caused her cheeks to shift and squish against her face, exacerbating the horror of her new body. They blocked most of her peripheral vision, making navigating difficult. She also couldn't move her head left or right, only her eyes or her entire body. She has no idea what was on either side of her anymore, and no way to check.
She made her way to the steps. She pointed her eyes down, but couldn't really see them. Putting a tentative hoof forward, she kicked it about until she felt it hit a step. She put it down, and then moved forward a little. The board creaked. She did it again with her other hoof, and then once more on the next step. Once she got her front hooves up the 3 steps to the back porch, her rear legs hit the first step. She yelped in pain, bonking her rear shin against it. Pulling back, her balance faltered for a second, but she caught herself. She had to feel around for the steps all over again, eventually getting her entire body up the steps. She pivoted, her hooves clacking on the wood as the porch threatened to give out under her weight. Turning towards the screen door, she stepped forward. Trot trot trot. Thud. Her shoulder-ass dug into the sides of the doorframe. She grimaced as she pushed through, feeling it brush against the barrel of her chest. Her rear ass pushed through after, painfully digging into both sides of the frame too. She wanted to rub the sore spots, but couldn't.
A bowl of clippings lay in the table. Jen's sister glanced up at her from the table briefly before looking back at her phone. Jen's mom called out from the other room.
"Hannah, could you feed Jen? I'm busy right now."
Her sister rolled her eyes and looked at Jen. She grabbed a handful of grass and held it out. Jen stepped forward, the floor groaning and sagging beneath her. It shook as she stepped to her sister. Lifting her tail, she put out her tongue. To her surprise, it had grown. Hannah placed the grass on it as Jen pulled it back into her mouth. It tasted amazing, like the best salad she'd ever had. Handful by handful Jen was fed the entire bowl. It was humiliating. Hannah stood up and went to wash her hands as Jen relaxed, her tail falling back over her face. She was beyond embarrassed, standing naked in her kitchen, having just been handfed grass clippings. Not to mention to anyone else, it looked like her sister was shoving grass into the rear end of a horse.
Jen wanted to cry again. It still felt like a horrible nightmare, even as Hannah grabbed her backpack, keys, and told Jen to meet her outside. Instinctively, she knew she had to go to school in the horse trailer she'd first seen her reflection in. She wondered how it would even work. She couldn't hold anything, even with her tails. What education would a person whose body is a pair of horse asses even need? She began to sob, her life was ruined! Everyone on the cheer team would see her. KYLE would see her, and she didn't even want to think of what a sick kick he'd get out of it, either.
The honk of her family's truck echoed in her ears as the true horror of her new life began to set in.