The potion open I wished myself the best of luck and tipping it up chugged the contents down. A careful man I filled the bottle half full of water and shaking it to mix with any residue potion I drank that down too. Chucking the bottle in the waste can I opened the erection lotion for a stiff bunch of fun ahead.
The words of the old man bounced about in my head but since the two had mixed so favorably before I paid little attention now. The sight of the mirror started to fade and the room seemed to close in on top of me all at once.
To the floor I crashed and lay half awake and groaning with pains and jerky shocks. It must have been an hour or more before I collected my attled brain and tried to stand up.
The view that reflected back at me from the mirror was truly a work of Asian art. There looking back at me was what I remembered to be a wild horse from Asia called a Przewalski.
Ears now crested atop my square angled head and face. Dun colored hair covered me from head to foot as I studied the view of my new self. A upright black mane and as I turned saw a dorsal stripe running dow my back to a jet black tail. A brute of a beastly form stood before me at the muscled sight made me shiver with joy.
To say I was now erect is to say very little of the massive jet black rod that arched from the furry sheath into the air. I marvelled at it's striking form and the bigger flared head which almost looked human but was most deffinate that of a horse.
My belly was rounded out and looked rather plump. A twinge of lighter hair filled in ahead of my narrow but hardy flanks. The sight offered me by looking down and back offered the view of hind legs, feet, and a hoof.
I stood up straight leaning again on the counter and stretching by longer body out the tail began to flick with the sensual feel of strength. My body was so sound of feel it made me want to go for a run. Yet as I turned to do just that the sight of dun colored hair was covering still human fingers.
I looked at my hands as they were attached to stout sound forelegs of this Asin horse I had become. Holding the door casing I guided myself to the kitchen and finally the backyard.
Standing holding onto the corner of the house I wondered how I could make my way back to the mare I so loved. A sniff of the early morning air made me walk to the middle of the lawn. Folding myself down as a horse does when laying down and head up. I looked about and smelled the sweet, at least then, smell of the well kept grassy lawn.
In some thought I dipped my head and began to nibble at this blade and that. Soon I think I stood on all fours and grazed till the sun rise and warmth of day.