Although Jen had mostly enjoyed her time at the farm, she noticed that it was getting a bit late. She would have loved to stay and spend time with the stallion and farmer, but she needed to find Kyle. School was most likely almost over, so there was really no reason to try to get there on time. She decided it would be best to leave and meet Kyle at his house. Waving goodbye to the now pregnant, docile mares, she began to trek back to the fields where she had first met the stallion.
Following the strong scent of the stallion's musk (and attempting to ignore her own), Jen managed to find the tattered remains of her clothes. She found her backpack and slung it over one shoulder, her new strength allowing her to carry her heavy books with ease. The horse-herm began to make her way to the nearest road. She figured it would be better to get someone to give her a ride to Kyle's house, rather than walk all the way there. At least it would kill some time. Upon reaching the highway, Jen watched as cars sped past her. She stood by the side of the road, sticking out her thumb and waiting for someone to pull over. She may have been a 6-foot tall, nude, hermaphroditic horse woman, but she had Kyle's curse on her side. People would want to fuck her, and they would need to stop first.