"I want to be a riding horse..." Carrie says, looking down at her feet in embarrassment. She had always loved horses, and if she was going to spend the rest of her life as an animal, she might as well enjoy herself for as long as she can.
"Are you sure? Once its done, you can't change your mind," the head guard says, taking out a syringe that was labeled 'Horse, riding,' and holding it up. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes, I'm sure," Carrie says, closing her eyes and holding her arm out. "Just get it over with, I hate needles."
She felt a prick as the head guard injected her with the syringe. She opened her eyes as he stepped back, looking at her sympathetically. "You're going to want to remove your clothing, its very, uncomfortable otherwise, we'll turn around," he says, and the guards turn around out of respect.
Carrie blushed a little as she stripped off her clothes, she noticed that fur was starting to grow between her breasts. Her transformation was already starting as golden fur began to cover her body. Her hair grew out down her neck to form her mane as her hands and feet melded together to form hooves. She fell forward onto her forearms as they transformed into new legs. Her body began to bulk out more and her face pushed out, her eyes moving to the sides of her face. The transformation completed when a horse tail burst out of her rear, and she swished it, letting out a whinny.
"There we go, calm down girl," the head guard says, patting Carrie on the snout. "Don't worry, you'll be fine."
"Thank you..." Carrie says as the guards start to disperse.
"Do you want me to help you to the main resort, or do you want to get used to the place yourself?" The head guard asks.