Some three hours after the Original Mrs Perth replaced the new Mr Perth’s position in the stables back at the Farm, and the new Perth’s had made it to the Cabin that the original Mr Perth had booked for seven full days. It had been a relatively quiet and uneventful one, with the first three hours spent on asphalt and the last hour on dirt, though for the last ninety minutes or so it had dawned on the new Mr Perth that his new wife had been fidgeting and squirming in her seat, almost as if there were some discomfort that she hadn’t been able to get rid of.
“We’re here now Dear, are you alright?” He asked, some concern in his voice.
“Sorry Darling, it’s just so hard to get even slightly comfortable.” She replied while tugging at her floral dress, which he noted had been pulled up to above the waistline, exposing her petite human ass.
“I know, it’s not easy, being in a body you weren’t born in. But we have time to decide on what to do here, so how about we get all the stuff inside and work on matters then.” He comforted her and suggested a course of action.
“I-I’ll try.” She answered, pausing when something caught her attention. “Who’s that?” She pointed to someone exiting another truck and approaching them.
This human male looked to be very much the stereotypical cowboy, wide brimmed hat, leather chaffs, heeled boots. Most likely he used horses as beasts of burden and that was something that brought their ire.
“But first how about we take care of that one, now.” She declared.
“I will, but how about a little fun with him while we’re at it?” He offered with a devious smirk.
“Sorry? But what do you mean by that?”
“I mean this. I wish that the human male I’m looking at will turn into a horse, the transformation will take an hour to complete and he can maintain human speech until it’s complete, furthermore, he will be unaware of his transformation until it has finished when he is completely a horse.”
“Ooh, that will be fun.” She approved with a giggle, her seatbelt off as she left their truck, himself leaving at the same time.
“Good day, Mr and Mrs Perth, correct?” The newcomer greeted them before introducing himself. “Eric Jones.”
“That is correct, Jacob and Molly Perth.” The new Mr Perth replied to his question, using the names they’d ‘inherited’ from their former masters. “You reside here?”
“Nope, I live a little under an hour away, own a small ranch but I look after this place too, really helps with the bills.”
“I’m sure.” Jacob replied, noticing the substantial facial hair Eric had grown already which he knew to be horse hair.
“In any case, I really shouldn’t leave you standing here, so let’s get you two inside to enjoy yourselves.” As he turned towards the cabin, the longer ears he now sported could be seen as Jacob picked up their luggage, him and Molly following him to the door.
Cosy would describe the interior of the cabin best, with the bed, couch and entertainment to their left when they came in through the door, the kitchen and diner on the opposing side, and Jacob guessed that the bathroom would be in the room isolated from the rest of the open-plan design.
“Usually power comes from the grid, but there is a backup generator in the event that the power from there fails.” Eric explained some of the basics of the cabin to them even as his face slowly pushed out, another bulge forming at his crotch. “Now, here’s the keys for this cabin, once you leave a week from today, you take the track to the left of this cabin, follow it and you’ll reach me, I’ll take them back then.” He handed the keys in question to Jacob, with hands that were just beginning to deform.
“Thanks, now, Molly and I would like to be alone for our own plans.” Jacob thanked him, keeping his voice level and polite.
“I’m sure you do.” Eric answered, laughing a little. “I’ll leave you two to it then.” He left the cabin but as he turned to enter his own truck, the new Perths could see even from their distance that his pants had torn at the front, a massive horsecock now spilled out with a set of balls to match, something that reminded Jacob of his own ‘small’ human one.
Once he was gone, Jacob turned to face his new wife, who already had the suitcases open and was sifting through its contents, she’d since pulled her dress up again allowing him to see her entire human ass. A moment later and she was now pulling it over her head and deposited it with the rest of the clothes, joining Jacob who was now on the couch.
“It’s a little more comfortable now.” Molly explained, spreading her legs a bit and looking over herself.
“Perhaps, but it’ll raise unwanted attention if you’re seen like that.” Jacob reminded her.
“I know, I guess I, didn’t expect it to be this hard to adapt.” She leaned into him, his arm wrapping around her. “Feels so, unnatural.”
“I know what you mean, these things, they do feel constricting.” He agreed, referring to the clothes he still had on.
“That, and this body, feels so weird, like there’s a part of me, that doesn’t accept it.”
“Are you suggesting…?” Jacob began with a start, having been less than a day since they’d gained their new human bodies, her not wanting it wasn’t something he’d expected.
“Nonononono.” Molly hurriedly cut him off, trying to work out hw to word it. “I think what I’m trying to say is, if it gets too hard, the need is too much, then for a time, at will, by choice.”
“As in be able to switch between the forms at any time of your choosing?” Jacob started to get an idea as to what she was trying to tell him.
“Yeah, to be in control of it. Maybe then, I’ll be able to cope.” She confirmed.
“Then, I wish that me and my wife, we can choose which form to take, horse, human, and everything between the two, and can decide it by force of will.” Jacob made the wish, a weird warmth flowing through his body the moment it was made.
“Thanks Darling.” Molly wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. “Feels much better already. Almost like I can handle it now that I'm in control of it.”
“As long as you’re happy Dear, it’s fine.” Jacob returned the embrace. “Now, we still need to decide on what to do with the human race, make them do the things they’ve made us do, or make them the horses instead, or go for a hybrid design for them or the horses, and we still need to decide on what to do with that ‘daughter’ of ours.”
“Say? That Eric? He said he lived about an hour away, didn’t he? So? Will he be able to make it back? Before his own transformation is done?” Molly recalled the earlier wish.
“Good question, I have no idea. Do you want to go and check?” He offered.
“I suppose we could, and if we catch up in time, might be fun to watch too.” She replied with a wide grin.
“Then you’ll need to put that dress on again.”
“Fine.” Molly didn’t sound terribly happy with that, but she agreed to it as it covered her again to partway down her thighs. “Best hurry though, he’s got a lead on us.”
“Then I wish he wont notice us as we give chase and follow him.” He was on his feet and heading to the door. “After all, can’t have that ruining the show.” He added with a smirk.