Unable to get the pendant off, Mike stood there helplessly as his human parts finished changing into the head and neck of a normal horse. Once his hands withered away, there was no point in resisting, anyway.
It was an odd sensation as his face pushed out, yet the strangest thing was the realization that his completed equine form felt perfectly natural. Twisting around, he recognized the feathering and long legs as being those of a Shire draft horse - obviously a stallion, as he was dropping to pee. Urinating on the stall floor didn't bother him at all, nor did taking a large dump. The odors were strong, but also comforting, as they were his.
Mike struggled to clear his thoughts. He still remembered being human, but this stallion's form seemed so comfortable. If he just relaxed, the equine personality would gradually take over, and he wouldn't have any more worries, not more fears.