You want to go home, not be a horse! You still don't really get how to control your body, but you know enough
to charge at Jeb and knock him down.
"That was a bad idea," Jeb says as he stands up. "I had something mighty nice in mind for you. You should
learn not to attack people who have complete control over you!" You charge again, but he somehow stops you.
"The magic that made you what you are? It was me, not some ancient being. And I can do whatever I want with
you!" He shoots some sort of magical beam at you, and you start to feel dizzy. You don't feel too different,
but in slow horror you feel your manhood disappearing, replaced with...you don't even want to think about it.
"If you don't want to be the stud, you can be the mare," Jeb sneers. "And if you try to attack me again, you
can be the dinner. It's up to you, young lady."