As Terry stood there, still with a human-sized racoon paw for a left hand, the magnitude of the Power she held started to dawn on her. With the Pen she now held, there was seemingly no limit to what she could do, after all she had changed Stacy into a man for a few moments and her having a racoon paw went unnoticed by her. Returning to her own desk, she lifted up the Pen and spent long moments simply staring at it, eyes fixated on its elaborate golden design, and then some time looking at what she‘d written so far.
That she’d managed to save the previous owner of it, and him clearly having no desire to wield it after his own poor experiences with it, there was some concern over if the wording was improper, which could lead to some serious consequences. On the other hand, her current use so far left her wanting to REALLY try it out. But before she tried anything out, she first used the Pen to write down:
‘My left hand will return to its original state prior to my last two changes made to it.’
As soon as she’d finished, the feeling of the bones, tendons, muscles and nerves rearranging themselves came to her, as her hand returned to how it had been before.
“Much better, now, to decide on what to do.” She murmured to herself as she leaned back and considered her options.
Right now, she was alone in the small office, and while she knew that she should head back home in an hour or so, she could give herself potentially the entire night for her own fun if she made the right moves. Then a particularly kinky idea hit her, so far she’d only changed one hand of herself, perhaps she could change all the rest of her if she wished, perhaps even a whole night to run and jump around like an animal if she wanted to. And remembering what she learned about Dave’s experience, as he’d changed while still driving, was something that particularly excited her, something she wanted to try for herself. The only thing stopping her was her remembering of her encounter with Dave, and his inability to turn himself back after messing up the wording of his last use of the Pen. The simplest remedy would be to go as something that could still use a pen and write, but perhaps there was another way, by setting a time limit, she could go as any animal she desired, and not have to worry about needing to use it to change back.
Formulating a plan in her head, she used a normal pen to sketch out scenarios, searching them for pitfalls and point of concern, wanting to be sure she had everything covered as so to minimise the risk to herself and anyone who might be nearby as she enacted her plan. Finally satisfied with what she had plotted, she now used the Magic Pen to bring her idea into reality.
Transformation: Self into Mare (Percheron Draught, Dappled-Grey)
Method of Transformation: Ears and Tail first, Legs 15 minutes later, Head 15 minutes after that (sized to fit on human torso at this point), full Fur Coating 10 minutes after that, Arms to Forelegs 10 minutes after that, Torso widens but does not lengthen 10 minutes after that, Head and Neck resized to fit horse form 10 minutes after that, torso lengthens to normal horse length 20 minutes after that at which point pelvis adjusts itself to support quadruped form over bipedal form. All advancements in Transformation take 30 seconds from start to finish.
Self Awareness: Yes
Others Aware of this: No
Others Aware of antics of myself During and Following Transformation: No
Modifications to vehicles I drive: Door handles and controls adjust to permit use during transformation and reversion in event I am driving it at the time
Duration of Transformation: 8 Hours
Method of Reversion to Human Form: Same as transformation into mare, but in reverse
Time before Transformation begins: 30 minutes once this sentence is complete
“There.” Terry sighed as she set the Pen down, the time just changing to the hour. In a half-hour, she would begin to change into a mare, taking an hour-and-a-half to complete it, then enjoy eight hours as a mare, before changing back over the course of ninety minutes.
Now though, she had something else to decide on. She could drive home as her shift would end in the same half-hour she’d given herself before she would begin to change, or she could stick around here, and enjoy her time as a mare either in the HS offices and around it, or head out further from civilisation to have her fun.
“What should I do? What should I do?” She pondered as she weighed up the various options she still had open to her, confident that she'd covered everything that needed covering.