"You awake yet Mike?" You heard Trevor say through a speaker.
"I'm getting there." You said as you picked yourself off the floor on put yourself onto your four new hooves. "So we went with the centaur test? Nice. Feels awesome." You said as you got used to moving around on 4 legs and getting a good look at yourself. Trevor and Kaitlyn were good enough to put you in a room with a one way mirror so that they could observe and you could get a good look at yourself. You were expecting to see your normal upper body with a horse lower half but you looked completely different. You looked a little older and had a long brown hair to match the brown hair of your horse body. Your eyes were now a very dark blue and your facial structure was completely different. Trevor seemed to be able to read your surprise. "You just completely changed your genetic structure, did you really think you'd still look like yourself?"
"I guess not." You say. You continued to look at yourself feeling your rock hard muscles and in the mirror when you moved yourself at the right angle you could see your now horse sized manhood and smiled in a satisfied fashion.
"If you're done admiring yourself can we please get to work?" Kaitlyn said not sounding amused. "Now how do you feel?"
Without hesitation you said, "Healthy as a horse." You could hear Trevor laugh in amusement but Kaitlyn just coldly said, "Ha ha. Now if we could move on to the extraction and the main reason we're doing this."
"Fine," you said. Then out of the wall a fake horse came out, rear first, into your room. Kaitlyn said, "Now if you would please deposite your sample into the container."
"What? Not going to buy me dinner first? Or even tell me her name?"
"Just do it."
You sighed and imagined what Kaitlyn would look like as a centauress and that got you ready to mount the fake horse. It took you a little bit to figure out how to aim with this new body, but you eventually got it and deposited your specimen to be examined and used in the future.
"Thanks for that Mike, and sorry about this." You heard Trevor say.
"Sorry about what?" You say, but after you say it you feel a needle inject something into your backside. By the time you've awoken you realize something is really off.
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