A look out the barn's wide door to see the bull calf bellaring at her, she wondered if this was a warning somehow. It was with the Medallion in the pocket of the raincoat when Jake turned again into a calf. Then too it was in Jake's pocket when she hung the lead rope from Mason and Jake became a bull. Now she was at the point of getting this bobble in her possession and what then might it do to her? All this made her stomac churn and she thought of closing the Tack room door and forget the bobble.
"I wish Jake was human again and my life became easier without all these problems!" said Lindy.
Just then them Medallion gave a flicker of brillance as it heard a wish fly by.
Lindy spotted the Medallion and stepping inside the Tack room she stooped to pick up the bright bobble. "Your mine!" she said as her fist tighted about the Medallion.
As Lindy stood up straight and tall she stepped back and turning to walk out the room her right eye bumped into something hanging down from the ceiling. "Ow!" she exclaimed as her eye was touched by the object in that dank and dark room.
A swooping wave of her arm to bat the thing away as her eye pained brought down an avalanche. The weight of leather straps and metal rings with clips fell from the hook in the ceiling down onto Lindy.
To her knees fell Lindy covered in some of her Father's junk.
"Damn this place, I hate all the junk Daddy keeps forever. I wish these thing wouldn't bother me and my life was just easy to live!"
The floor of the room glowed bright with light flowing from the Medallion Lindy held in her hand. A simple "Oh God" came from Lindy's mouth as her body became stiff and strange feeling began.
Lindy's mind was more than awake as she felt her head seemingly swell. As vision blurred and teeth ached she urged herself to get out from under what fell over her and out the Tack room too.
Body rigid, but try as she did the feeling to fall forward and roll out doing a summersalt. Leaning toward the door her balance was beginning to wavier. Then it came as she fell forward with arms ready to catch her and make the tumble out.
As hands hit the floor they held solid and offered no bending of any kind. In fact now in the light of day she could see them as for what they had become. Dark to the view as if a very and almost black skinned tan color. A shake of her head to try and clear mind plus vision brought a new fear.
Her arms were now the front legs of some hoofed animal. A quick thought of what had falled on top of her was still stuck over her head. A tightness of something hung over her nose, around her chin, and ran up her face to hook over the back of the head.
Still stiff but becoming able to move little by little she inched her way out into the dust filled rays of light. A look back toward the Tack room only proved to increase fear to a new level, terror.
The broad long back of some farm animal stretched back into the dark room. Strangely delighted in the awareness she felt about her and the odd feeling of agile strength which pulsed in her form. The back was draped in what to her sight was a host of black straps, "A harness!" Lindy said in her thoughts.
A memory from when she was very young struck her suddenly. "Daddy never had horses out on the farm but he did have a team of mules he used at the County Fair back then!"
As her body change the realism of what Daddy used the mules for and her changing self built the terror even higher. A shivering shake of her mule self was violent in nature as her terror made it worse.
A thundering clunk and the twisting of her head dropped the harness to the floor, taking with it the halter from off Lindy's head. The Medallion who long since had hit the floor and was trapped by Lindy's right forehoof dimmed it's glow.
At last she could move and stepping all the way out the Tack room gave a total view of her mule body. Lindy whipped her head from side to side as she viewed her very changed form.
"I'm a Mule, just like Daddy owned!" she thought to herself.
Walking slowly at first her marvelled at how easy stepping about with four legs worked so easy. A few rounds inside the nain barn soon brought her to peer out at the world from the barn's open door.
A sniff of the air gave wonderous scents which suddenly brought on instinctive desires. A plodding out into the warm sunshine her dark hairy hide drank in the sun's warmth. The feelings of being an animal, naked and enjoying it bade her to explore further.
Lindy wasn't half way down the driveway when the appeal of green grass and the aluring scent made her lower the head and start as a mule should to graze.
Time and the morning flew by quickly as Lindy filled her stomac with the sweet blades her mule's instincts told her was just great. A building urge began and Lindy raised her head, mouth dripping of green juiced saliva. She suddenly had to urinate, and looking about per anyone to see her do it she took a half step forward and let go the urge.
As the flow seemed to start her head bucked up in the strangeness of what she felt. A craned neck backwards saw a yellow stream hitting the ground and splattering about. "Odd!" she thought but mare's urine should be spouting out behind but instead her's was dropping below her round belly.
Stretching her neck and lower the head farther she caught sight of what she knew to be a erect male mule penis still running of bright yellow urine. "I'm a male Mule!" she thought to herself.