The boy looks at you curiously, then back at the barber. "You mean I could try being a foal? And you can change me back later?"
The barber nodded and smiled. "Yep. 'Course, I can;t do anything until you come back out, so it would be a while."
"OK!" The boy grinned. "I'm tired with plowing every day and all my chores. My little brother can start doing the work!"
The barber pulled out the metal-tined comb and another brush. He reached out and ran the brush over the boy's face. At first, nothing happened. Then the boy gasped as he shrank suddenly, getting younger and changing shape at the same time. 15, with pointed ears and a long face. 13 with hair growing all over and a mane. 11 with hooves replacing hands and feet. 9, falling forward as balance shifted. Then a young foal that whinnied in fright as it kept shrinking, falling tot he ground, and then vanishing.Your belly swells out and yuo feel a little more pressure inside.
"That will take care of that." The barber smiled and patted your side. "You'll give birth to a cuople of handsome foals in about a year. 'Course, not much was left of the boy becoming a two-week-old foetus. Be curious to see how he develops."
You are left with the foals in your belly and a year to wait.