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Ms. Dee's Centaurization Journal: April 23, 1998

Day 1 as a Centaur

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The following posting was made on April 23, 1998.

For better or for worse I'm a centaur.

At this moment only four people have seen me. All four are on the ersatz research team. All four E-team members are very puzzled about my recent changes.

I just hope that the worst of it is over. I think that not knowing what's next is the worst part of this process.

The day before yesterday I at least had a vague idea that I might become a centaur. Things were changing at a relatively slow and steady pace. Better still, the changes were fairly predictable. The predictability gave me a little bit of stability in an otherwise unstable life.

Now that stability is a wobbly as my legs. And my legs are as wobbly as those of a day old foal.

When you get right down to the facts, my equine body is that of a foal. 'Arnold', my veterinarian, claims that I'm a nice little filly. He is, however, extremely puzzled by the fact that it is the body of a foal with Pearl's colors/markings. If I grow into my legs I'm going to be a lot taller than Pearl.

The size discrepancy had the local E-team members wondering why things happened the way they happened. 'George', our comparative physiologist, feels that my current form is a compromise between my human body and Pearl's body. He thinks that the biological mechanism responsible for the changes somehow analyzed my human body and determined which equine genes needed to be switched on and off. He uses a similar analogy to explain why my human body changed from male to female.

I asked him how his theory would explain the fact that my 'exotic dancer' torso now resembled that of an anorexic pre-teen.

He just smiled and said that Misty was much too mature to be a centaur foal. He also said that the feminization process may have performed two functions.

The first function was to make my human body sexually compatible with my equine body. That had to be done to eliminate hormone conflicts that could leave me sterile. It also eliminated psycho-physiological conflicts that created other problems.

('George' did admit that his theory didn't explain why I still have a two lobed sac between my forelegs.)

The second function was to serve as fuel for the transformation from human to centaur. All those weeks that I was a woman (in form if not function) allowed me to build up reserves of fat and nutrients. The expansion and apparent activation of the milk delivery system was also part of that buildup.

He supports his arguments by pointing out that my body neatly absorbed all the extra fat without leaving any stretch marks. Furthermore, the torso changes put my human 'half' in closer synchronization with the equine 'half.'

'Anita', my GYN-OB, confirms that the human part of me looks like it belongs to a pre-pubescent girl. According to her I resemble my daughters when they were about twelve years old.

My torso, however, is still that of an adult human, minus the secondary sexual characteristics. On the body of a foal it looks and is awkward. I have to be very careful not to overbalance. At this point in time I haven't even considered going up a stairway. Given my lack of control, I would probably break three legs and an arm if I tried.

It is probably a good thing that I didn't go upstairs last night. Shortly after I finished sending the journal, my bowels and bladder cut lose. The mess and the smell didn't bother me because I was still covered with muck. The fact that I didn't have any warning that I needed to 'go' was the disheartening part.

Two more 'accidents' convinced me that I was no longer house-broken. The biological signals that warned me that I needed to 'go' were gone.

It is more than a little embarrassing.

I've moved one of my computers out to the barn so I can type and not have to worry about messing up the floor. When I'm ready to use the modem I wait until I've 'gone' and I take a diskette to the house to download and upload.

'Anita' and 'Arnold' have helped me by staying until my wife and family return from their Earth Day project. Their vehicles are parked so that most of one side of my route from the barn to the house is obscured. When I need to go to the house they escort me, Pearl and out three new foals to the house and do some basic halter training while I work.

'Myke' claims that our 'safety in numbers' technique works quite well when I'm wearing a skirt that 'Anita' made. You would need to be really close in order to determine that there aren't enough horse heads and legs for the number of bodies. (How do you count the number of horses in a herd? Count the number of legs and divide by four.)

The biggest discrepancy is my mane and tail. One the typical foal the mane and tail hair tends to be short. The net result is 'cute.'

My mane and tail were sensuously long and thick before yesterday's changes. Now the tail touches the ground and the mane is twice as thick and half again as long as it had been. It gives me the appearance of a centaur Lady Godiva.

I can hide the mane fairly easily. Hiding the tail may be impossible.

'George' suggested cutting it, saying that it would grow back soon enough.

'Anita' and 'Arnold' objected because they felt it was one of my best equine features at this time.

'George' pointed out that it was my decision since it concerned my health and security.

I delayed the decision by saying that my wife and daughters would disown me if I were to cut my hair without their permission. Besides, I only had to wait one more day.

I'm dreading tomorrow though.

On the E-team side of things there will be a lot of very disappointed people. I know that they were looking forward to mapping the change from human to centaur (or whatever). The phrase 'Nobel Prize' was mentioned frequently. (The E-team realizes that my 'condition' is probably the result of somebody else's work. But they also feel that the other group won't or can't publish for security reasons.)

On the family side of things I'm afraid that my wife and daughters are going to decide that I'm 'cute' and come up with another set of 'centaur appropriate' clothing. 'Anita' has already demonstrated how a few bows and a pair of pony tails can make me look like a kid. If the four of them should get together, I may end up looking like a centaur Shirley Temple.

And I was just starting to adapt to being a woman.

I'd get drunk if I weren't a teetotaler.

I think that covers how I'm feeling after my first day as a centaur.

Bye for now,

Ms. Dee

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