Grabbing some clean clothes he headed for the bathroom and thought to practice wish making as he showered. "If Dad comes home I can hide the wand in the stack of towels, Matt planned."
Stripped clean of his ever binding clothes he viewed his male body with longings for a jock off party as never before. Feeling ever so giddie he swung the wand around in loops as he pondered what to try first.
Then a slam of the front door and Dad was already home. Matt jumped to the shower handle and started the steaming flow. A rap at the door, "Hey I've got a meeting after supper and save me some hot water, called Matt's Dad!"
"I will Pop, called Matt as if in the shower!"
Listening close as his Dad walks down the hall he hears him grumble about times before when Matt took a shower the hot water was all gone when Dad got his chance. "That kid is a horse's rear when it come to promises!"
Matt was a little let down that his father expected so little consideration from Matt. Turning back toward the hot running shower Matt again looped the wand in the air and pointing it toward the mirror grumbled. "I'm not a horse's rear.... but I wish I had one to enjoy jocking off with, OH DAMN!"
No sooner wished and the end of the wand flared bright and it's power went quickly to work. Suddenly Matt fell forward and leaned on the bathroom counter. His head was spinning as he became alert to his new situation.
A turning look over his shoulder produced the sight of a lovely equine hindquarters, tail, and legs with hoofs. The rump was not large as a big stud and looked ever so much as his cousin's Welsh Pony Stallion he had on their farm in upper New York state.
Black hide and jet black hair stopped just halfway up Matt's back. The hair line wrapped down under him at diaphram then running back over his huge butt and down very pony size legs.
Closing his eyes he felt a chill or thrill run over his body. The feeling culminated into his groin and the slithering feeling of a long, long pony cock slipping from it's sheath to hang meaty and sensual beneath Matt's quivering belly.
"Hey you done yet, called Matt's father sounding angry."
Matt thought and then heard his Dad exclaim, "That young gay stud should learn to fuck as he should!"
"Damn what should he do? His Dad had figured out he was gay but didn't know yet how much of a stud Matt had become."
Matt walked circles thinking as the hot water ran covering his hoof's clomping on the floor. Finally with no go answers and feeling angry and disgusted Matt picked up the wand. Pointing it into the steamed mirror he grumbled, "I wish was that stud pony in up state New York, then Dad wouldn't grump at me about being gay and everything!"
The wand glowed and Matt's view of life changed as he became a Welsh pony stud at his cousin's farm and the pony's life took Matt's place living with the wizard, his Dad.
A blink and Matt stood looking over a grassy pasture. His thoughts still garbled and a mind searching for answers. The morning chilled breeze of a Fall day in up state New York brought Matt back to his new reality.
Looking down, then behind, then turning in circles he found himself without the wand and standing as the black Welsh Pony Stallion his cousin Frank Evers owned.