If you can't say something nice... you transform too!

You feel slightly hurt by her comment. She immediately turns away, but you quickly dash in front of her. Angrily, the woman kicks some dirt at you. "Get out of my way you four-legged freak!" she shrieks. That does it; You didn't get transformed so you could merely be insulted! Then, you wonder if you can transform people OTHER than yourself. As she walks past you, you mentally focus on her, and the image of her transforming into a centauress. Suddenly, she gasps, then clutches at her legs. Wincing, the woman drags herself to a secluded spot, but you easily follow. Moaning, she grabs her legs, then swiftly, the lower torso of a chocolate colored mare replaces hers, tearing apart her clothing for her legs. Following this, her hair becomes increasingly longer, until it runs down far along her back. Standing on her new body, she pulls off her shirt, to your positive surprise, then smiles, her hands on her flanks. "This is..... I think I can like this.... thanks. By the way, I'm Irene."

Written by The Motley Crue Otaku (edited by wanderer)

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