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Dad left his message on the phone answering service, as me in my condition then, I was incapable of speaking fluently, due to missing teeth and thickening lips. As indeed, right about then I wished it to be a normal Sunday morning, one where my getting up, getting ready and going to church were but my real concern.
The wham-pain of a charlie-horse leg cramp crippled me, making me stagger away from the bedside table and phone. The pain was excruciating, as they would ask about pain level when at the doctor's office, this was for sure a number nine level. I cringed and screamed, my voice sounding oddly shrill as compared to what I recalled it should sound like.
Limping about as I staggered around in my bedroom, leaning forward, trying hard to message away the rankly cramped leg muscle. I was moaning from the pain until my posture caused that growing new tail to rise and from my torturous pains, my bowels began feeling as if something were on its way to evacuate my body.
"Oh no, not in here...," I yelped, as staggering with a quickening pace along the hallway, and into the bathroom, grabbing at my raised tail before I tried to plop down my equine butt to the toilet seat.
"Made it," I said, feeling then at ease, as what was coming, came, going into where it should and not on my bedroom carpet.
"What next," I said as complaining about my difficult situation. "That all would be easier when I become a pony like Mike, he lets it go wherever and without a care for anybody watching!"
Those thoughts said, I sat there on my throne, was thinking, as somewhat fearful or the inevitable outcome as when I became a pony stallion like was my brother Mike. "Like Mike, why am I wishing I were as he is, becoming a pony stallion herd stud, me in a similar situation?"
I looked then toward the brown glass bottle full of body builder pills, and reached a hand to grab hold of it. I shook the bottle, taking note again as to the light orange colored, fatter pills, and wondering what they would do to me. My duty done, a quick wipe of a spinture sensual donut and I rose to a standing position, my feet aching and toes looking ever more brown colored.
I went to my bedroom desk and there began to type out an e-mail again to that scientist, Professor Beeker. I requested information about the different type of pills mingled through the white body builder pills, those being what caused my brother to change in species and his full physical form.
A quick reply came some ten minutes after I sent my e-mail, the Professor seemingly upset that one of his customer-victims had gotten away, and was living the "Life of Riley" being a stud pony for some farm.
The Professor wanted then the name of whom he was conversing, and what I was doing, me making use of the special salve and pills labeled as body builder drugs.
At first, I rather thought as not to respond, but thinking my situation though, as when the rubber hit the road and I became a pony animal, just maybe the farm where Mike resided might not want another pony stallion.
Reluctantly, i sent a reply and informed the Professor of my name, address, and where along in my change i was, looking forward to when the real me was very different.
The reply e-mail sent by the Professor to my reply memo caused me to need stop and think about what he told. It seemed the lightly orange colored pills would not create for me the stallion pony embodiment as similar to that of Mike. Instead, the orange color pills held the blend of rare herbs and African hormones what would cause my body to metamorphosis me to being a Zebra.
"Not so," I memoed the dear Professor, as my tail was quite hairy like a pony, and my rear legs and rump had grown pony fur similar to a dark brownish hue. The Professor asked me as to how many, or what number of the white pills had I ingested before I began taking the orange pills. So I told him as to how many white pills I ingested, and of how often, as twice each day, for three weeks duration. His reply was not one of dismay but that of his wishing to make me an offer for to go and reside there at Sunrise Research Farm as a stud. He informed me as to my outcome being the new me, I was to be a Dartmoor pony stallion, and if willing, would work as a breeding stud there at his private farm.
He offered to send a truck and have me taken to the farm, even before my transforming finalized.
His offer would alleviate the harsh greeting wish my parents, and let me sideset the equally harsh verbal comments of a father talking to his son who would from having seen his brother do, I would delight to live my life as is an animal, me property, doing what comes from nature!
"Send your truck," I replied.
"The truck will arrive tonight around 8:00 pm!"
"I will be packed and ready!" I did reply, as thought then about me sending my parents only son into what seemed as my inevitable reality.
The why and why not of it would taunt me all that afternoon.
Written by Vaulthurst
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