"Hello there, lover." she says dreamily. "I hope you weren't to shocked this morning." She is slightly different this time. Her eyes are a simple ordinary shade of blue, and her clothes are designed to be more practical for one who works with horses. She reaches out to touch your face, put you pull away issuing a frightened whinny.
"Now, now," she chides "no sense in that. After all you're not going anywhere. Even if you wanted to, which I assure you you don't." she says, you still hold your ground. "Let me spell this out to you. I made you this, and make you your old self again. With me you have a chance at your old, dirty form. Without me, you might as well get used to pulling some farmer's plow or riding beneath some traveler or perhaps out heavy-set local sheriff." That convinces you. You slowly walk over to her.
"That's better, love." she said "After all, even if I decide I want to keep you like this, surely my rump will be more gentile." she says and giggles at the sense of fear you show in your eyes.
"Now then, you need to get used to those new legs. Shall we do that the hard way, or the easy way?" she asks and lets a small flair of energy flash from her left hand for emphasis.