"Thanks anyway, Rose, but...I dunno it just seems a little strange." you say. She backs up enough to allow herself room to turn around. That done she approaches you once again, a warm smile on her face. Something in the way she moves causes you to doubt your decision, and when she reaches out with her hand to give the back of your neck a gentle scratch with her eyes half closed and the grin turning into a bit more of a knowing smirk makes you think that she's well aware of your ambivalence about leaving.
"Aw...you sure about that, honey?" she asks.
"Y-yeah..." you say unconvincingly.
"Well, I'm not usually one to force the issue." she says "But at the very least, give me this." she says and leans over to plant a kiss on your cheek, and then pulling you into a somewhat deeper kiss on the lips. You don't resist the kiss, rather enjoying it, despite the odd angle. You give a smile to her when she lets you go and stumble over your feet a bit as you back away. She giggles at the sight. "My door is always open if you change your mind." she says and clasps her hands in front of her body, her smile returning to the sweet, pleasant kind. You nod and turn around, not seeing her smile turn into a mischievous smirk as you close the door behind you.
Outside the brightness of the sun hits you in the face, causing you to wince as you eyes adjust to the noonday sun from the darker atmosphere of Rose's pleasure parlor. You decide to walk around town to some of the other, less tempting buildings in hopes of finding your way out of this place. You stroll along streets that look as though they belong more to a small town in the turn of the 20th century, rather than a the middle of the second decade of the 21st. The street is hard-packed dirt rather than smooth paved concrete. Houses with large porches and pillars and small shops with large windows in front adorned with hand-painted signs line those streets, though oddly enough you don't see much signs of life. A few figures stir about in the shops, their shapes barely visible in through the windows, but no pedestrians save for yourself.
As you walk you begin to get a touch weary and your toes begin to feel numb. You pause long enough to sit on the steps of one of the houses. You flex your toes a couple of times in your shoes and notice that with each curl of your toes the reaction is slower and slower. You shift uncomfortably on your seat, digging your fingers into the waist of your pants to keep it from digging into your skin as much. As tight as your trousers feel, your shoes and socks feel somehow much looser. You remove one of the shoes and slip the sock off. A slight gasp involuntarily escapes from your mouth at the sight before you. Your toes have molded into one continuous mass with a hard, dark film covering the tip of it. As that single toe shrinks before your eyes you see the film beginning to spread over your the top of your foot.
At first you can't even think or bring yourself to move. You stare with wide eyes and heavy breath as your changes shape to resemble a hoof. When you do manage to speak it's simply a whispered series of "What?" and "no". You watch as brown thin fur begins spreading along the new hoof and up your leg. You stand unsteadily, certain that you need to get help, but unsure of where to go until you realize there's only on place to go. You half walk-half stagger back the way you came, back to Rose's. As proceed you begin feeling a lump extend from your tailbone and feel several stray hairs brush against your legs. Your calves ache as your muscles change and legs extend. Your shoe falls off your your foot as you stagger down the street.
Your pants continue to feel tighter and tighter as you slowly make your way down the street and you feel yourself getting heavier in the rear. You're not sure how much further you'll be able to walk at this rate, but thankfully Rose's is close by. You fumble open the door and practically fall inside as the seams of your trousers finally give way. Your legs have changed significantly as you can now see. They aren't the regular human ones that carried you into town, but the long slender legs of a horse, coated with dark brown hide. You fall backwards as your now prodigious backside extends into the round body of a horse. A new pair of hind legs catch you before you hit the ground, sounding a "clop" sound.
"I'm in the back, sweetie." you hear Rose say casually. You take a few tentative steps towards the back room, your tail twitching back and forth nervously.
"What have you done to-whoa." you say as you make your way to the back room. She's seated on a collection of cushions on the floor, her blouse is gone and she smiles at you seductively as she twines a single strand of hair around her finger. Rose was already attractive when you last saw her, or at least her human half. Now seeing her bare-chested and sprawled out before you instills in you a lust that makes all other thoughts stop. Rose seems to notice and it causes her smile to widen.
"Well now, it seems you're having second thoughts." she says.
"You did this to me." you say to her, trying to keep your mind on track and off of the wonderful shape of her body.
"Very true. Oh now don't look at me like that. If it wasn't me it was bound to be someone else. Besides, you don't seem to mind." she says and stands up.
"Don't seem to mind? Are you kidding? I'm half horse half man over here. Not only is that highly disturbing it pretty much invalidates every pair of pants I own." you say. In response she pushes her body against yours, her breasts pushing against your chest. She twines her arms around you and presses her cheek to yours.
"I like you much better without pants. Besides, weren't you worried about logistical issues before? Problem solved." she whispers and blows lightly in your ear. Your mind slips again to focusing only on how much you want her, and your hands rest against her hips where her human torso meets horseflesh. She backs away slightly and smiles.
"See? You're taking a liking to it already." she says and turns around. She keeps speaking, but your barely even hear what she's saying as you watch her turn around and present her backside to you. In fact you're so lost in the display that she has to clear her throat to get your attention. "Well, sweetie, what do you choose: You want to return to normal, or do you want..." and she swings her tail "...me?" she asks.
You say...