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Ms. Dee's Centaurization Journal: April 22, 1998

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The following posting was made on April 22, 1998.

NOTES ON ATM RECEIPTS: Set 1--Approximately 0515 PST

Something is radically wrong.

Roughly ten minutes ago I was hauling two buckets of pig food down to where we keep the pigs. As usual, Pearl, the pony we think is responsible for my condition, was trotting along beside me, maintaining a safe yet friendly distance. According to my wife, Pearl is the friendliest yet best behaved pony she has ever seen. Most ponies are spoiled brats.

Anyway, about twenty meters from the pig pens I put the buckets down so I could rest my hands. Even with extra padding the handles of the buckets can dig into the hands. Pearl circled back for a scratch behind the ears. Since we still don't know the cause of my 'condition,' I've been about the only person to touch Pearl. I think she misses the human touch.

The pigs, aware that breakfast had been approaching, started making noises. When the noises got too insistent the pony sighed and reluctantly turned away. I bent down to pick up the buckets and went into convulsions.

I'm now lying on my side in the mud. My legs continue to twitch. I'm sweating despite the fact that it is cold out here. I feel nauseous and I ache all over. My pulse is pounding and I'm panting hard. My throat is dry.

I have a feeling that something major is about to happen. I'm recording my observations in the event that I don't survive or remember.

Addendum: I'm extremely hungry and thirsty. I've been eating/drinking from the bucket of pig food that didn't get knocked over. It may be helping the nausea.

NOTES ON ATM RECEIPTS: Set 2--Approximately 0545 PST

I look and feel like I've been dragged across two hundred and sixty meters of mud and grass. That wouldn't quite be accurate though. I crawled across part of it on my own. I'd still be crawling if it weren't for Pearl.

It took about ten minutes of crawling to go five meters or less. Losing control of my legs meant that I was limited to crawling with my arms. With all the other problems I had to rest a lot.

During one of my rest stops Pearl ambled over and nuzzled me. I made soothing noises until I was ready to crawl onward. Then I told her to move along.

She moved forward a little, stopping when her hind legs were twenty or so centimeters ahead of me. Then she sidestepped until she was in my way.

Very odd behavior. I told her to move. She swished her tail in my face.

I tried to crawl around her. She kept getting in my way and swishing her tail in my face.

I eventually swatted her. She snorted and ran off huffily. I crawled another meter before collapsing to rest.

Pearl circled back and stood safely to the side. Once my rest was over I started crawling again.

I made two meters before something grabbed my tail and dragged me backwards. When I stopped my arms were stretched forward and the left side of my face was caked with mud.

It had to be 'Myke.' He was the only person of the E-team that teased me by pulling my tail. And as my neighbor, he was the only one likely to be in the area at that time of the morning.

"Help," I groaned.

'Myke' didn't reply. Instead something moved from my rear to where my arms were stretched.

That something nickered and swished her tail.

When I pulled my arms back under me, Pearl backed up until her hind legs were just a few centimeters from my head. She then twitched her tail once, swatting me in the face.

I put two and two together and decided that I was imagining things. If I interpreted her actions correctly, she wanted me to grab her tail so she could haul me in the direction I was heading.

"Are you going to the barn?" I asked, delirious.

Pearl nickered.

"I hope that's a yes," I said, grabbing her tail.

She hauled me through the thickest of the mud. When I complained that we were going away from the barn she slowed, turned and started down the shorter route.

We didn't go far because I lost my grip on her tail. That's when I realized that being a 'mudder' was going to be a lot easier on my hide.

"We'll go your route," I said once I recovered.

I'm now outside the barn trying to figure out what to do next. I'm upgrading my notes so that you'll know that Pearl is a heck of a lot smarter than the average pony. Either that, or I'm halucinating something fierce.

Considering how I feel, both are likely.

NOTES ON NOTEBOOK PAPER: Set 1--Approximately 0600 PST

With Pearl's help I've managed to open a door to the barn. I'm now in the feed room drinking molasses and scarfing down horse oats. The extra nutrition is keeping the nausea down to a tolerable level.

I feel lousy. Now that I'm indoors I suspect that I'm running a fever. And to make things worse, the mud is drying. It is making me itch.

But things are looking up. I'm now using a clipboard and notebook paper from the feed room to record things.

NOTES ON NOTEBOOK PAPER: Set 2--Approximately 0640 PST

Things have gotten worse. I blacked out a few minutes ago while trying to reach more food. Luckily I managed to land on a sack of oats.

I think I'm getting weaker. I know I'm losing my sense of balance. (Could that be part of the reason I'm nauseous?)

The really bad part is the ITCHING. All my hide covered body parts are ITCHING like mad. The 'feel' of the itching is identical to the locallized itching that accompanied my change from male to female.

If I weren't so weak, I'd be scratching myself to death.

NOTES ON NOTEBOOK PAPER: Set 3--Approximately 0720 PST

Good, bad and ugly news.

On the good side I'm feeling stronger.

On the bad side, I'm using that strength to feed my face.

On the ugly side, I can't hear anything.

The loss of hearing may be tied to the fact that my ears have been absorbed into my head.

The silence is deafening.

NOTES ON NOTEBOOK PAPER: Set 4--Approximately 0755 PST

What goes in must come out.

Unfortunately, I'm too weak to get up and use the toilet. Worse yet, the output is the vilest manure I've ever encountered. I suspect that the manure is the concentrated byproduct of the changes that have occurred thus far.

The former site of my ears is covered with relatively long hair. The accelerated hair growth appears to be accompanied by faster growing fingernails. (I've had to bite them short once already.) There may also be a chance that my mane and horse hide hair is growing longer.

There may be a chance that my legs are becoming the forelegs of a horse. Various joints are shifting or being absorbed while the middle toes on each foot swell.

Toward the back end there are signs that the hind legs are about to make their appearance.

NOTES ON NOTEBOOK PAPER: Set 5--Approximately 1145 PST

I *** HURT ***!

An hour and a half ago I *** HURT *** a lot more. Then I fainted.

I think that the *** HURT *** was caused by the sudden growth and emergence of my hind legs. What used to be blurred lines on a computer screen are now equine legs, more or less. They have all the parts in the proper order, but they are small and mishapen. They also twitch.

Up front I have three toed legs that bend in all the wrong places. These legs twitch like the hind legs.

Right now I'm drinking lots of water from a hose I rigged up. My 'nap' left me dehydrated. I'm also stuffing my face.

The 'nap' also performed breast reduction 'surgery.' Before I fainted I filled out my 'centaur appropriate' top and showed a lot of cleavage. At this moment I'd be doing good to fill one cup with both breasts.

I'm wondering if my breasts have been working like the were-spheres. I'll have to write a note to myself and ask him if I survive.

It was sheer luck that I woke up in time to rescue the clipboard from the flood of urine and manure that was creeping toward it. My bowels and bladder remained active while I slept.

One last observation before I resume stuffing my face. The 'shelf' that had been about twenty centimeters long is a lot longer. That extra length has made is impossible for me to roll over.

NOTES ON NOTEBOOK PAPER: Set 6--Approximately 1255 PST

Another odd development. Earlier today I was consuming large amounts of my 'regular' mix of horse food. Now I'm having problems eating anything other than mare's milk formula and vitamins.

As a parallel development my milk delivery system has shrunk down from milk melons to bee stings. It is almost as if the breasts were consumed for equine body building.

NOTES ON NOTEBOOK PAPER: Set 6--Approximately 1430 PST

I can hear again!

Bulges near the top of my head have 'sprouted' into what feels like equine ears. They're small but they work.

Moving down, I think my forelegs are complete. They've stopped itching and twitching and are showing signs that I'm regaining control of them.

Moving back, my 'shelf' now resembles the body of a broad chested foal.

Moving all the way back, my hind legs are looking about 'normal.' By normal I mean that they look like the hind legs of a horse. They are undersized for the body but they are perfectly proportioned relative to themselves.

If this goes on I may end up as a centaur.

NOTES ON NOTEBOOK PAPER: Set 7--Approximately 1515 PST

Out of food I can reach. I can get my forelegs to move, but my control is marginal. My hind legs still need to finish developing.

At the moment I'm in a 'water in, urine out' mode. One result is the continued buildup of muck in the feed room. I'd be gagging if it weren't for the fact that I've gotten used to the stench. As it is, one side is going to have a severe case of diaper rash.

NOTES ON NOTEBOOK PAPER: Set 8--Approximately 1815 PST

I dozed off. It is now dark in the feed room. I don't hurt anymore.

NOTES ON NOTEBOOK PAPER: Set 9--Approximately 1950 PST

I am now standing in front of the sink in the feed room. It took me an hour and thirty minutes to get to my feet. (Hooves?) During that time I managed to coat myself and the room with the vile muck on the floor.

My legs are as weak and uncoordinated as those of a new born foal. That somehow seems appropriate given the circumstances.

I'm about ready to head to the house. If I'm careful and lucky, I won't break my neck getting there. If I have problems, I hope this journal will explain things.

Here goes.

NOTES ON NOTEBOOK PAPER: Set 10--Approximately 2020 PST

Relief!

I'm standing in front of my computer typing the notes from today's journal. Ten minutes ago I 'spoke' with 'Anita', my GYN-OB. (Phones don't work well when you have ears on top of your head.)

She's coming over to help me clean up.

Thank goodness for friends.

Ms. Dee

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