“Yes, I agree. I think she would be much happier as a horse.” Circe answered. Anna grinned.
Joan wasn’t paying any attention to Anna; she was busy fiddling with one of Anna’s toys. Anna sat down next to her friend and picked up a paper doll.
Some time later, while they were playing, Anna noticed that Joan wasn’t playing whole heartily.
“Is something wrong Joan? You don’t seem well.”
‘Well, my, uh, my private area feels funny.”
“Really? Like what?”
“Oh, don’t know. I can’t quite put my finger on it.” Joan answered uncomfortably.
“Hmmm,” Anna said, “Mama says we’re at the age a girl begins turning into a woman. Once I felt funny down there and I played with my self and she caught me. She called it… what was it? Master… Masterbait? That’s it! Masturbating. She says its okay, mommies do it, too.”
“Really?” Joan looked even more uncomfortable, “Maybe I should do it. Where’s the bathroom?”
“Oh, Joan, do it in here. I’ll help you. Take off your drawers and sit on the bed.”
Joan stood and slipped her drawers off, a little unnerved by a fuzzy feeling on her legs as her delicate 12 year old hands slid by. She then sat on Anna’s giant canopy bed, looking at Anna for direction. Anna came over to stand next to her.
“Well, let’s see it, let’s see your… area. Lift your skirt.”
Joan turned red and lifted her flower dress and screamed. The lips of her vagina had turned black!
“What’s wrong?” Anna asked.
“Look!” Joan screeched.
“What? That? That’s normal” Anna lied
“It is?” Joan calmed down. “Now what?”
Anna gently rubbed her finger into Joan’s virgin cunt. Joan fell back on the bed and moaned in pleasure. She didn’t see her finger nails darkening or the raven black tail that had sprouted. Anna had three fingers in her now. She groaned and grunted, she yelled wildly as she creamed.
“Good job.” Anna said panting. Joan sat up and looked at her wet cunt. She screamed. Her tail was a full length horse tail and dark brown fur coated the inside of her thighs.
“What’s happening?!?” Anna just grinned.
Joan felt her feet pushing her sandals off. Hooves! Hooves were pushing them off! Her face felt odd but as she put her hands to it she found that they, too, had become hooves.
Anna watched her friend’s body writhe and change. Her body swelled, tearing through her undershirt and dress. Her entire body was covered in the dark brown fur. Finishing touches and soon Anna had a two year old Morgan filly wobbling on her new legs.
“See I told you my ring was magic. Come on, let’s get you outside.” Anna led her down the stairs. How they did it without being seen she didn’t know. Of course, the pile of horse poop by the front door would be hard to explain to the cleaning staff.
Anna brought Joan to the pasture, were her father kept his big buckskin stallion. Anna watched as her friend whinnied and nickered at her new horsy friend. Anna watch as the stallion’s big pee pee came out from between his legs. Anna was a bit confused as she watched him try to climb over her friend. Why was he doing that? Oh well. Maybe she could turn Miss Celeste into something. A pony perhaps, Anna had always wanted a pony.