Alert as Hell, every possible noise he never paid any attention to was thrust upon his changed mind and boggled his overly strained powers to think and reason.
If not all the din of noises his ears then could hear, Mitchell found his nose assaulting the memory of his brain too! Smells, odors, scents abounded that a human nose might never recognize, or payed little attention accept to suggest something stunk.
Oddly, his taste buds that increased with his change of size and species, seemed dull, and were decreased in reception ability; the general appetite of an equine has little to compare to that of what would a human. Licking at thick lips made for gathering food for teeth to bite and mush or mash into fine slurry of green that slithered down along his throat to a stomach large enough to hold ten times what he could of eaten when a wild and hungry teenager.
Mitchell blinked, he strained to focus his bigger eyes at things about the barn. He thought his eyesight as something gone wrong, not knowing much about horses when he was a human, he had no idea they were fixed focus and basically left him rather nearsighted.
As his sensory enhancements and degrading posed a strain on his realization and understanding of how he would come to live; the rest of equine form served to assault his mind with things that as a human and teenager, were things taught and or suggested as being to humans as if immoral.
Mitch was for most of his life a religious and very moral person. He rarely indulged in anything considered as a vice, nor did he think about Kelly with any lurid or lusty ideas.
"You look worried, even as a horse, this is likely to be your true moment when maturity was thrust upon your young mind. Worry not, as the cantrip that brought about your wishful change, causes other things in history and future event to change as well. A good example is that with you becoming a Shire breed of horse, the fact of your birth and any memory of you ever being alive was wiped clear of all books, ledgers, and even those in heavenly places. Although you know of what you were and have the memories of parents, family, friends, and or enemies alike, it will wane and fade with living now as would a horse, stallion, and after several times at stud." Mitchell heard the man, but could not put a name with the face, just an odor, one mixed with the scent of rank semen and of hand creme. The words still had meaning, but as he milled about, tail swishing, skin flicking, and the totally new sensations of walking on all fours, and with hoofs, Mitch was buried in sensations of all kinds.
A noise, one which even to his slowly changing patterns of understanding still suggested of some other creature was in anguish and frightened.