"I agree with Sara Uncle Mike, but maybe I could help make it so that no one even knows you were at the party, I wish you would happily become a sexy member of the team."
My uncle blinked at me, "What are you babbling about, Joe? I swear sometimes--" Uncle Mike coughed, then went on in a very sexy female voice. "--you say the oddest things." Sara giggled, drawing Mike's glare once more. "What is so funny, young lady? Both of you are acting very strange." As he spoke, a long, ropey tail thrust out from behind him, covered in black and white stripes and ending in a soft black tuft that flicked about in time with his words.
"Sorry, Daddy," sad Sara. Sie might have said more but dissolved into giggles once more as hir father's shirt was suddenly filled with two very impressive breasts. Mike followed our gaze to his huge new bosom. His shirt became a pretty silk blouse and we could see the straps of a bra underneath.
"What, did I get something on my blouse?" Uncle Mike wondered in his girlish voice. As he spoke, black and white striped fur surged across his skin and his ears became long and equine.
"No, you're fine," I said since Sara was still giggling.
Mike looked at me and smiled as his face pushed out into a cute muzzle ending in soft, velvety black, nose and mouth. "Oh good, I wouldn't want to change before the party." He turned towards the hall mirror and began to primp, fussing with his hair as it became a zebra-like mane that trailed down his back to his butt -- which, I noticed was now very full and rounded. His pants had become a tight little skirt that revealed legs that were a sexy mix of human and zebra. His feet were now pretty little hooves that had been carefully polished.
Sara had recovered enough to whisper in my ear. "A zebra? How can that be if I'm an Arab morph?"
I smiled up at hir. "Well, everyone always says you take after your mom."
Sara's eyes widened and sie giggled some more. "I can't imagine my mom with one of these!" Sie patted the bulge in hir skirt for emphasis.
"And what are you two whispering about?" wondered a female voice with a bit of a whinnying undertone. We looked up to see that Uncle Mike's change was complete. From the tips of hir mohawk-like mane to the bottoms of hir hooves, Mike was a gorgeous zebra morph who looked to be about Sara's age. Sie was well-endowed in more than one way, hir blouse straining to contain hir new breasts while hir skirt bulged with hir sheathed cock. Maybe I should make Sara's mom into a horse-morph too, I mused. "Uncle Mike" could be too much for her now!
"Like, c'mon you two! It's time to get to the party!" said the new zebra, flicking hir tail and then heading for the door with an impressive wiggle of hir rounded butt.