I could only watch in horror when my body froze, gripped by the magickal powers that were put in me by the curse.
My groin literally exploded with heat, amongst others, straining the fabric of my jeans around a form my mind immediately reckognised for me. Oddly enough, only the tubing of a large sheath could be seen, stretching my clothing all the way past my bellybutton. I expected more below it, but the absence struck a panic-chord in my brain.
In a daze, I just drove back home, ignoring quite a number of stop signs and traffic lights, no doubt earning me a costly sum in traffic citations in the course of the week, but I didn't care, I needed to get home.
Locking the door, twice, behind me I couldn't even wait until I reached my bedroom, undressing along the way and leaving a trail of discarded clothing.
I think the neighbours heard my scream of despair when I saw, naked, under the thick and ponderous size of a horses' sheath, no sac, no balls, but the well formed folds of a Mare.
Apparently the curse meant for me to mate, or be mated with, with the sex or shaft of a creature not my kind.
Almost as if waiting for this revelation, the final changes to my alienated groin presented itself when left and right of the dark furred sheath, the teats of a mare welted from my skin and the mystical timer started counting down....