A dirty, homely, and very familiar-looking young teenager sat up groggily and shook his head. "Man, that kid Wizard sure packs a punch!" Then his eyes widened as he looked down at the human legs stretched out in front of him, and the very equine sexual equipment bertween them. "I'm the stable boy!"
The others came closer, staring. Sure enough, Mike had been transformed into the perfect likeness of the boy who was now a mare. Freckles, buck teeth, even the faint impression of stupidity.
Christine looked worried. "Mike? Do you know who you are? I mean, are you thinking OK?"
"Sure!" He scrambled up and started to brush himself off, then realized he was so dirty it didn't matter. "I mean, I think I am." He frowned. "My name is Michael. And I was playing a game where I got turned into a centaur. Now I'm this dumb kid."
"Good enough." Joe huffed. "We'd better get out of here. That Wizard said he'd leave us alone, but I don't trust him."
Christine nodded. "He also said that Mike would want to go back to the stable. Is that true, Mike?"
"Hell, no!" Mike shook his head. "I wanna get as far from that Wizard and the stable as I can!"
The group gathered thier things and started back on the trail. They had gone about a mile when Christine noticed something odd about Michael.