"Dude, I can't believe you bought a horsey watch!" joked Billy Clayton who had accompanied his buddy Adam into the SciFi store.
"Hey, it's unique, and I like it!" Adam responded taking it out of the bag, and putting it on his wrist. He inadvertantly pushed one of the buttons as he secured it to his wrist.
Billy laughed. "I like the idea of an anthro-horse too. Do you think he'd be hung like a real horse?" Billy asked.
"You Perv!" Adam responded.
"Jes' asking!" teased Billy.
Adam threw back his head and whinnied in disgust.
Billy stopped and stared.
"What?" Adam asked accusingly, he seemed unaware that he'd just whinnied like a horse.
Billy stared at his friend, and noticed that he was getting larger, hairy and more horse-like in appearance.
"I think I may need to stop by the tack store and get me some boots, and spurs, and maybe a saddle," Billy said softly.
"You don't have a horse!"
"I maybe getting one, and pa always tole me to look a gift horse in the mouth."
"What's that supposed to me-hehhehheee," Adam asked raising his hand to his Adam's apple. Instead of soft fingers, Adam felt the horny smooth texture of a hoof with digits. He stared at his hoof-hand, a felt his nose and mouth push outward. The watch chimed the quarter-hour. Adam's shirt started to rip, and his pants were now four inches too short for his legs.