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	Ms. Dee's Centaurization Journal: June 10, 1998

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The following posting was made on June 10, 1998.

OVERVIEW:

(This is very, very late due to Jazz Fantasia practice.)

An interesting weekend (June 6 + 7). Tanya and my family were at a horse show so the E-team had to do some of their testing during the week. That made it possible for them to bring Joe and Marie down for a more thorough exam.

'Arnold,' my veterinarian, drove up on Thursday to do a little fishing and visit some of his equine patients in Canada. On the way back he picked up Joe, Marie and Shamu.

I didn't know about the trip until they showed up on my doorstep late Friday night. At that time I was hock deep in the seas of cyberspace and planning on going deeper. (Hi Anna!) Luckily all they wanted was a place to rest before heading in for scanning.

When morning came, 'Arnold' hitched up the solid sided two horse trailer my family uses for small events. Once it was rigged for running, the ponies and I climbed aboard. It was cozy back there. 'Arnold,' Joe and Marie then climbed into the truck and we were off.

We had been on the main road about five minutes when a car behind us hit its colored strobes.

There is nothing quite like having a cop on your tail to improve your driving. Only I wasn't at the steering wheel.

'Arnold' pulled the rig off the road a minute or so later. Given what I remembered of the drive, it was the earliest he could pull off the road. The fact that the vehicle behind us didn't tweak its siren told me that the officer was being patient and reasonable.

I told myself not to panic. Then I realized that my late night and early morning cyberspace surfing had made me forgetful.

I was in the back of a horse trailer in what might be called my birthday suit. (Greatly altered, but still me.) My disguises were up in the truck. There wasn't a place to hide.

I reminded myself not to panic. 'Arnold,' after all, was a respected member of the community.

He was also pulling a trailer that didn't belong to him. Worse yet, there wasn't anybody who could give him an alibi.

I quietly opened one of the air vents so I could listen. Road noise from passing vehicles drowned out parts of the conversation between 'Arnold' and the officer.

From what I could hear, the trailer's brake lights were out.

'Arnold' played it straight by admitting that the trailer belonged to a friend who had let him use it in exchange for treating her ponies.

'Arnold' and the officer discussed the legalities of the situation, with additions by Joe and Marie. It sounded like things were going to be okay.

"Is there anything else Officer?" 'Arnold' asked as the conversation wound down.

"Just one thing," the officer said. "May I see the ponies? They've been awfully quiet back there."

"Why certainly, Officer," 'Arnold' said as I began to panic.

Weak legged, I lowered myself down to the dust encrusted floor. I then curled my torso into an approximation of the fetal curl.

'Arnold' stalled by checking the connection between the truck and trailer.

It has come loose. The cop pointed out that the wires looked stretched. 'Arnold' brought out one of his pocket tool kits and, with the officer's help, did a temporary repair.

I was very much aware that they were very close. Then a hint of a breeze made me aware that I had left the vent open.

One of the ponies nickered. I began rehearsing my Misty of Varna act, hoping to play off the officer's maternal instincts.

There was a slight delay while 'Arnold' and the officer tested the brake lights. That delay gave me more than enough time to become a teary eyed little lost filly. (Being in a subdued panic also helped.)

Then came the moment of truth. 'Arnold' opened the back of the horse trailer.

There was a clatter of hooves as one of the ponies forced her way out. 'Arnold' and the officer swore as 'Arnold' forced the door shut.

For the next ten minutes 'Arnold,' Joe and Marie played 'chase the pony' while the officer stopped traffic. They were eventually able to convince Shamu to join them in the cab of the truck.

A short while later we were back on the road again. The rest of the trip was delightfully dull.

ITEM ONE: Pelvic changes--Bone (See Item Eight)

ITEM TWO: Pelvic changes--Soft Organs (See Item Eight)

ITEM THREE: Pelvic changes--Were-Spheres

'George' and 'Myke' have been working on hardware/software enhancements that might enable them to better scan and/or ignore were-spheres. I'm being used as a baseline for this research. Tanya is our live test subject.

With luck, we'll figure out how they work some day.

ITEM FOUR: Lactation

Still nothing. My wife has noticed that I keep writing about this as opposed to saying 'No change.' She warns me to be careful of what I way, otherwise they might come back several sizes larger.

I'm trying not to think about it.

ITEM FIVE: Cumulative changes (See items Eight or Nine)

ITEM SIX: Mental/Physical health

Things have been stable enough to be boring. Given this stability, E-team members have spent more time studying Tanya, Joe, Marie and the ponies.

The stability, and a slight weight gain, has prompted 'Arnold' and 'Anita' to devise centaur exercises. According to them, these exercises are designed to keep my cardio-vascular system in peak condition. They are also intended to improve a whole bunch of things they consider to be 'essentials of centaur health.'

I can hardly wait until Tanya finishes the training arena. That would allow me to run during daylight without much of a risk of discovery. (Actually, as of today, it just requires a little bit of hardware. But this is June 20th, ten days later.)

Mentally, I vary. A lot depends upon conversations with Tanya. She's a good kid, but she can get a little Earthy at times.

Earthy and observant. For example, during lunch today we were reviewing video tapes of the weekend's Jazz Fantasia practice. The dance team had selected one session as being much better than the others and had insisted that I duplicate it.

It was better, but I couldn't figure out why.

Half way through the third go around Tanya started giggling.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Listen and watch." she said between giggles.

We played it a fourth time and I focused more of my attention on the video. Tanya managed to stop giggling before that run was over.

"I don't get it," I said.

"Yes you do," Tanya replied with a leer in her voice. "If you don't believe me, play it again. And listen."

Nervous, I played the session a fifth time. The session was almost at and end when I realized why the D-team wanted me to duplicate it.

Misty, the exotic dancer, blushed.

"You're growing up Misty," crowed Tanya. "That's a stallion in the background, isn't it?"

I blushed again when I realized that my tail was cocked to the side, just like the video tape.

"I'm not ready for that," I mumbled.

"Mentally or physically?" asked Tanya, throwing one of my favorite questions back at me.

"Physically," I began.

"Maybe," agreed Tanya. "I'd wait a few years before putting you to a stallion IF you were a foal."

I didn't like her emphasis on the word 'if.'

"I'm not interested," I said.

"Ha!" Tanya snorted as I realized that my statement was wrong.

"I'm not ready for it up here," I said, tapping my head.

Tanya became serious. "Then you better figure out what you're going to do about it when your body's ready and a stallion comes a calling. I have the damnedest feeling that you'll be a very complacent brood mare when the time comes." (Note: This section of dialogue has been extensively rewritten to keep me, and the readers, from dying of embarrassment. The words Tanya used were a lot more explicit.)

It sent chills down my spines. (That's one of the reasons my family has "What if..." discussions like the one I posted earlier. I think faster if I've thought out some of my options in advance.)

I don't think I need to watch the tape anymore. My mental tape recorder keeps replaying Tanya's words and the stallion's cry.

Things like that aren't conducive to a (marginally) healthy mind.

Arrrgggghhhh!

ITEM SEVEN: Cravings

We've just figured that I could go into an 'all you can eat' place with a decent salad bar and prepare a meal that won't upset my stomachs. I'd just have to avoid bacon bits (sigh) and go light on the cheese. Oh yes, and we couldn't stay too long, otherwise I'll have a bad case of the runs (or trots?).

The biggest problems would be the dress code and health regulations. (I'm ignoring the need to retain a low profile at this time.)

I'd fail the dress code because I don't have shoes. Horse shoes, I fear, would put too much wear and tear on the carpet and flooring. (Kind of like golf spikes) Besides, I've been going bare hoofed without any problems. It's not like I'm carrying a lot of extra weight on hard surfaces.

As far as the health code is concerned, I don't think very may places permit horses in the dining area. I would be leery of it.

I suspect that it will be a big issue of sentient rights. Until then, I'm not going to push things.

ITEM EIGHT: Equine Body

It appears that the call of a stallion (among other things) can make me horny. We're making plans to carefully investigate this phenomena in the not too distant future. I do not want to run into a situation like Mavra did on the Big Island of Hawaii.

'Arnold' is puzzled by my tendencies. (We talked over the phone after lunch.) According to him my body is to young to be experiencing those feelings. He things that it may be mental.

Mental or physical, I'm going to avoid stallions unless I have a husky escort. Say an entire football team, offense and defense.

ITEM NINE: Human Body

No apparent change. (If you want an idea of that I look like, see the New Equine Beauties pages recently mentioned in another posting. (Look in the B & W section. The little flip tailed filly in the corral has my build, if not my face. The other younger centaur could be an older cousin. Beautiful work, both.))

ITEM TEN: Dance

The good news is that we're getting close. (I'm typing this during breaks in Jazz Fantasia practice.)

See Item Six: Mental/Physical Health, for the bad news.

ITEM ELEVEN: Centaur Appropriate Clothing

Tuesday night (a long time ago) I found that my wife and daughters had been using some of Tanya's seed money to make clothes for her daughter Shanna. At the same time they had been adapting the patterns to clothe a little lost centaur filly known as Misty of Varna.

It is strange seeing how clothing can cut ten years off your apparent age. My son taped the pre-dinner show so I was able to see what Tanya's daughter and I looked like.

There's one scene where she's on my back with a thumb in her mouth and her eyes wide. I copied her pose with my own centaurish nuances. (Ear position, leg stance and tail position.)

It's scary. Despite adult proportions, I look like I could be three going on four. Ribbons in the mane and hair do wonders for the young and innocent look. (The proper type of ribbons in the proper style. There are ribbons and styles that make me look adult and sexy.)

There were six paired outfits. Five were fancy ones meant for church, parties and special events. The sixth was a play outfit, meant to be comfortable.

Sad to say, I looked better in the fancy outfits.

At least the clothes weren't trying to portray me as a sexy centaurette. (Sorry Mavra. There are times when the term centaurette is appropriate, though sexist.)

I think that covers everything I had been planning to post a week and a half ago. There is more to come.

Ms. Dee

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