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Even as you felt funny the night before you feel something happening to you. It starts with your rear, then the rest of your lower body, as it expands a bit, growing more defined, thicker, and longer.

You feel a pain run through the low of your back, where your spine begins an upright curve, forcing you to lean against something. You look back at your equine rear quarters and see that your thighs and shins are getting shorter, the proportions of your legs becomming more horse like, the muscles more defined.

The last part though, is of your front hooves, as they grow larger and longer as well. Distinctly looking like undersized horse hooves. Of course, they are nowhere near long or strong enough to support you.

Welcome to the next stage of the new you...

Journal Entry:

I give up.

I changed again yesterday. The changes were less significant than last time. My hind end is stronger, those horrid tiny little legs that are developing are a little longer...but otherwise, I am mostly unchanged. I think I can pretty confidently say that only my lower half is going to change at all, other than the ears.

It's a little bit easier to balance on my hind legs now. They're more equine, and if I work hard I can manage to do things for short periods of time without having to lean so much on my walker.

I can't walk without it, though. Perhaps the next time I change I'll be able to. I'm slowly adjusting to this new lifestyle, and I must admit that it seems rather easier than the others'. I don't have to worry so much about instincts, as most of mine remain the same.

I prefer less meat, and I sleep a lot less. I have this tendency to nuzzle as well, and I'll startle as well as any horse, though I can't really take off at lightning speed with my walker.

I have, however, given up on trying to hide even those horrible little legs. I have nothing to hide. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm actually better off than everyone else, and Brian convinces me constantly that I'm still beautiful.

So I'm giving up on clothing entirely. I don't need it. None of the pants or skirts will fit anymore, and the shirts just look odd over me.

I'm sure nobody will care. And if they do, that's their problem.
~Aislinn

Remodeling request and response