A little over two hours passed, but eventually, the new Mr and Mrs Perth made it to the Cabin, the highlight being when they had passed the human maintenance workers and watched them tear out of their clothes as they gained equine forms as they drove by.
The Cabin itself was of a wooden single-story build, and upon entering, they could see that the living area and bed were on opposing sides, with the kitchen and bathroom set behind them.
“There should be a generator here, but there is power anyway.” Mr Perth said as he tested a light, illuminating the dark interior owing to the closed curtains blocking the evening sun. And the clouds had been growing dark for a while, suggesting that the rains coming would be heavy.
“Should we bring the stuff in Darling?” Mrs Perth asked, referring to everything in the suitcases and the backseat of the truck.
“I suppose we should Dear, to help maintain the illusion and keep off suspicion, at least for now.” He agreed as they collected all the items in question and left them by the bed, himself having an easier time moving around since he still had footwear on.
Now sifting through what had been packed into it, something caught Mrs Perth’s attention. “Fur?” She spat out in disgust which brought Jacob‘s attention to her.
“Oh wait, it’s fake fur.” He pointed out looking at the label, and then showing it to her. “If it isn’t real, I can handle it, but what about you?”
“Fake? Then I suppose it can stay then.” Though she still left it to one side as she went through the rest of the clothing that they had with them.
Jacob looked around the Cabin properly, seeing that the place used a fair amount of electrical equipment, understandable with Gas being harder to deliver here while said electricity came from a power line that ran over to the place with a small generator for when it failed. With just a long L-shape couch and a TV/DVD system, the living area was fairly spartan, but more than enough for their needs as he turned it on to see what was happening.
“Well, how does this look?” Jacob heard her ask as she came to join him.
Looking at her, he saw that she was now dressed in that fake fur coat that came to below her knees, while a pair of hiking boots joined it, the coat being open leaving most of her front in clear view, such as the pert breasts and unshaven pussy.
“It looks great Dear.” He complimented her, one foot resting straight forwards on the couch with the other on the floor as she sat down next to him. “But are you okay?” He asked, seeing that she didn’t look particularly happy.
“I’m sorry Darling, but I just miss my old ass too much, that’s all.” She explained, “Maybe I’ll get used to it, but that’s just not the case right now.
“I know the feeling.” He consoled her. “I’m missing my old penis at the moment, this one I have right now is just so small. But, it‘s easy enough to fix with this.” He raised the hand with the Ring on it.
“That’s true, we can always go back to before, either a bit, a lot, or all the way.” She agreed with him on the matter. “So about that “daughter” of ours. What are we going to do with her?”
“Well, let’s see what she’s doing first, shall we? I wish that this TV will allow us to see what our “daughter” is doing right now.” With his wish made, the static cleared to show their “Daughter”, Kelly Perth, 19 years of age, at the farm, dressed provocatively with a number of friends with her, and dancing to some loud music, seeming to flirt with some of the men.
“Huh, still showing off like that.” Mrs Perth stated with distaste. “We really should just make her a horse.”
“Yes, we should.” Jacob said in agreement with her. “The only question is how.”
“Sorry?” Mrs Perth was not sure what he meant by that.
“I mean, do we let them know what’s happening to them? Either during or after? Or keep them ignorant of it?” He explained to her. “As for ourselves, what about us?”
“Umm….”
“What I mean to say is, should we remain like this? As full-humans? Or would you like us to have a few bits of our old bodies back? Maybe we can go for the hybrid of horse and human? Or maybe all the way back?” Jacob listed all the options they had available before wrapping one arm around her, as the sound of rain striking the roof reached their ears. “But Dear, I’ll let you make the decision, it’s your call, no matter what it is.”
“In that case…” She began, the knowledge of what she could do making her giddy.
Mr Perth, for his part was sporting a massive erection that remained trapped within his denim overalls yet still could be seen easily by them, and just as well too, given just how full his bladder had become now.