You knew having magic in your blood would someday be useful, and you thought it would be a curse.
"Now," you shift my foot, "should I play nice or be a a meany? Decisions decisions." He tried to speak but it was a muffled neigh. "Nah, can't have anyone finding out about this." You wave your hand.
The caretaker falls to all fours as the changes rapidly increase. Brown bristly fur sprouts all over his body and face pushes out into a muzzle. In no time, he shakily gets up.
"Not bad,...oops forgot about that!" You grow a bit red, then the horse's equipment dissapears.
The mare sniffs the air and goes over to the food bins and loming in the shadows is a stallion. "This could prove interesting," you say aloud. Wait a minute!
You think about the details: this place must be put to a stop, but it's you against many so in detail, you're screwed, even with your magic.
"Damn it I hate being a soceress-hybrid thing!" You stomp your foot.
To make it simple, your mom was a mage and dad a human. Stop thinking about the past for now, you got to find Betty!