Marcia sat on the cold damp ground. A quick look toward Chuck saw the pony body merging in on it's self. More slowly than her regaining of humanity, Chuck had traded bodies with one who was a changed person.
Now with terrible groans of painful agony Chuck began to assume the body form of Ely Kazan.
"Try to be as calm as possible!" said Marcia summoning all her professional wits.
Chuck seemed to moan in agreement as more and more the stallion became a man.
"Your coming around, but I expect that the form of man you are is that of what Ely looked like and not as yourself. Easy, take this all very easy! I'm positive I can do a retransfer for you and Ely to each his original body, just try to accept this body for time being, Chuck?" begged Marcia.
Looking about Marcia expected trouble from all their changing and comotions. The need for clothes was primary as if then she could drive to town and escape Mrs. Ranskin, less some new and final form would arrest her and Chuck's lives'.