Roscoe walked out of the stable admiring John's human body. The clothes seemed to hold him in when he was used to open freedom. Shoes were different than one's he had nailed to his hooves. They were loose and moved around his feet giving a sense of captivity.
The biggest thing to get used to was no body hair like when he was the draft Ass. The loss of part of his identity was his full plummed tail. Even though he had his butt covered by the clothes he missed the rough touch over his bulbous asshole and buttocks.
As he walked along people stopped to talk or ask a question. As yet Roscoe felt more equine in thoughts and would just stare and walk away from people he did not want to speak with. Many strange comments were heard, but he walked on to the great house.