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I went back to my room, leaving Gerty and Robert to work out what those changes meant to them, as I had a hot date with a very messed up employer. My room was clean, damp and quiet so I closed the door, found the complimentary biscuits and was about to watch TV to see what news coverage there was of the event when a familiar knock on the door heralded the return of Mike.

"Mike, stop swearing, I know you're frustrated, but stop swearing. Where's the $200?"

"Right here, and I need you now."

"Condom?"

"Here."

And to gloss over a frantic ten minutes, Mike was satiated and I was enjoying the post coital drain of energy when Mike began to properly examine himself, and since watching a fantasy explore itself is work of the very highest calibre, I somewhat joined in.

He had not bothered to take his leather catsuit off - it had. of course, a zip between the legs and so he was exploring him at skin level for what seemed the first time.

"I've not actually had a clear enough mind to work out everything there is" he admitted.

Starting with the zips on the inside of each leg, which opened upward gave him access to his platform boots, shiny black and with about a six inch heel and a two inch platform. He undid the zips and took his boots off, leaving sheer stockinged feet. He stood up and found it impossible to put his heels on the floor. "Dammit, feet that must wear heels, yup, that was part of the script" he muttered to himself as his heels hoveed about four inches from the floor, sat back down and undid the zips from wrist to elbow and down the front of the catsuit. I helped him shrug the leather off his shoulders, as he was having difficulties manipulating the material with the long fingernails. I noticed that the leather was soft and lined with a satin lining. Under the pink satin slip which I guess was part of his original costume, his bra contained considerable mounds of flesh, but when the bra was released there was no sag - his breasts simply stayed pointing straight out. What was absolutely noticable now that the nipples were released from fabric is that they were unnaturally wide and long, on areolas that gave them further distance and height. Each one did not look like a normal nipple, more like a tube with a hole at the end. Perhaps Mike had not encountered a real nipple before, because each looked more like a small straw with a single opening. He lifted each breast and examined it. It looked not quite right.

"May I feel?"

"Pervy bastard" he said, but his body moved as if to say yes.

The breasts were light, as if filled with air, certainly not solid. When I let them go they went straight back to pointing straight out, nipples erect.

"I know that they are going to get bigger" he said sadly as he looked down at them.

"What do you mean?" I asked

"Didn't you notice when I first walked in, they were much larger than this. This is small size - they grow as I get hornier."

He stood up and balanced on the balls of his feet as he removed the rest of the catsuit, garter belt, stockings and pink matching satin knickers. Now naked he went into the bathroom to examine himself in the mirror. There was somthing wrong with his walk. He looked every inch a shapely and beautiful woman, but when he walked his walk didn't match the body. It took me a while to realise what it was, and my suspicions were confirmed when he came back in the room and sat down, facing me, legs wide apart, bush in full view.

"Mike, you walk and sit like a man."

Mike closed his legs and blushed.

"That is hardly the worst thing though, is it. I'm Mike, and suddenly I'm Mike in a womans body, and some of my brain has been taken over by this body and it's really horny and the only thing that I know for sure is that I need to know where the next screw is coming from, because that little bit of my brain that is operating this body is going to give me about eight hours of peace before I go mad again and need sex. And I can't afford $600 a day to feed this habit. You are a bastard Jesse, taking advantage of me like that. Give me my money back."

Just when I thought I was beginning to understand Mike he went off in another direction.

"No, and if you've not found someone else to screw in seven and a half hours, I'll be wanting another $200 from you. This is a business arrangement."

"Bastard." He went to my closet and helped himself to one of my cotton shirts. As he put it on it changed, and after a few seconds was a form hugging, fitted PVC shirt revealing a cleavage and tight waist.

He went into a tyrade of expletive abuse about his condition. Frankly I was somewhat interested in what was going to happen next, so I sat on the bed while he tried on different garments from my wardrobe. Cotton boxer shorts - shiny crotchless latex knickers. Polyester trousers - PVC hobble skirt. Cotton running shirt - satin negligee, every piece of normal garment turned into somthing fantasy and more suited to a brothel. As he took the garment off it reverted to it's original form. Naked worked, from there on it was strictly glamour, exotic dancing and materials entirely unsuited to a temperate climate. Even my spare running shoes morphed into high heeled patent ankle boots. He was both frustrated and turned on by what was happening. eventually he put his original leathers back on, which seemed to the magic to be sufficiently erotic.

"I need a pee." he said

"Remember to sit down."

While he was in the bathroom there was a loud hammering at the door. I looked through the peephole and found a man in a shirt and trousers waiting patiently for me to open the door.

"What do you want?"

"I found your room number in my room and I wondered if you knew where my pony is?"

OK, think fast. Deny knowledge, door comes in, get beaten up. Say I know somthing, have to let him in. Might get beaten up. Mike will be no good in a fight. Least worst alternative...

"Yeah, I saw your horse, she needed water and when I got into the room she barged past me and ran off. And I left the note to let her know which room I was in if she came back..."

"How is a horse going to read a note, are you simple or somthing?"

She's a clever horse, no. Introduce someone else, will get complicated. Act stoopid?

"Of course, you are right. I'll let you in."

Simon seemed normal enough. He came in, sat down on the bed, I sat in the desk chair, I offered him some tap water.

He told me a whole backstory that simply could not be true - that he had driven down this morning from his ranch with his best pony in a horsebox behind his station wagon, was exhibiting his pony at a horse show, and suddenly for no reason the pony began to act all skittish and play up, and he couldn't control her properly so he went to take her home and the horsebox had been stolen, so without anywhere else to take her he took her to a hotel room (which seemed odd to me but fine to him) and left her in the room while he went looking for his trailer, and there were a lot of crazy people about all in a panic, and the law enforcement was about stopping him moving about, and he got interviewed by people and sent back to his room and found his pony had escaped and that there was this room number written on a scrap of paper, so how was I involved in all of this and where is his pony?

"I honestly don't know." I said. How could I explain that she'd gone for a run on her own. So I tried a different tack.

"Where do you live?" I asked.

"On my ranch" Simon replied.

"OK, but where exactly is it? What is the address?"

There was a pause. "I don't really know" he answered, looking fidgity.

I left a pause.

"There has been some magic today, no one really knows what happened, but people have seemed to become what they thought they were. I think you were at the convention playing at being a horse owner, and the magic has made that come true. For some people they have completely changed. As far as I can tell, you've changed a bit."

Simon was getting agitated. "Are you saying that I'm mad?"

"No, I'm saying that there is some very odd magic going on, and you and your horse are part of it. Perhaps if I show you something it might help you to be convinced." I lifted my trouser leg to show him my foot. "See this hair on my leg. That's not right is it?" He looked at it and back at me. "No human should have hair like that, it's not fake, feel it. Go on." He did. "And you see these boots. They are not boots - see if you can take them off me."

He felt gently around the boot for the zip, then realised that there was no top to the boot, and looked up at me.

"See, that isn't right is it."

"No, it's not."

"If something weird like that can happen to me, what has happened to you?"

At that point, from the corridor outside my room there was the sound of a cowbell. I left Simon to his thoughts, and opened the door. Outside was a girl wearing a cowbell, cotton top, long skirt, shoes. Nothing else about her seemed to have changed.

"Hi" I said.

"Hi. I'm looking for cows, do you have any cows in there?" she asked.

"No. Only a needy nymphomaniac and a man who thinks his girlfriend is a horse. All pretty normal." I replied.

"Uh. OK. Thanks." She turned to go.

"Can I ask why?"

"Cows like each others company and I was just seeing if anyone wanted to join a herd. We're three floors up."

Yes! Exactly what I was looking for. "Why are you wearing a cowbell?" I asked, casually.

"Because at the point of the change I was wearing a stupid cow mask and cowbell, and I was only wearing it because my friend brought me along and said it would help me get in the spirit of the event, and now I can't take it off. Nor can I take this stupid cow tail off either. And no, nothing else has changed, before you ask. It's just that I know cows have bells and tails and like to be in herds and for reason I do not understand I'm seeing if there are any more cows about." Her speech sounded rehearsed.

"Could you do me a quick favour?" I asked. She said she would, and I invited her into the room. Simon was sitting, thinking.

"Simon, this is..."

"Tanya" said Tanya.

"Tanya, and she's agreed to show you what the magic has done to her.

Tanya undid the collar from her neck and took off the cowbell. It vanished from her hands and reappeared fastened around her neck. "It does that every time. And there's this"

She turned round and lifted her long skirt. Nice turquoise panties would ordinarily have caught my attention, but they were slightly pulled down under the tail. From the base of her spine a brown cow tail was hanging, swinging gently.

Simon looked shocked. I thanked Tanya and she was about to leave with Mike opened the bathroom door. There was a polite greeting and she left to continue her mission.

"Simon - can you see that there have been some physical changes in people?"

"Yeah, like I used to be a man and now I'm a slave to sex" added Mike bitterly. He'd brushed his hair and straightened himself out.

"Simon, please focus. Simon, can you see that there have been physical changes?"

"Yes, I can..."

"And can you imagine that there have been mental changes too."

"I guess so." Simon added.

"So this thing you've got about being a horse owner, it's just not true. The horse you believe you own is actually your long term girlfriend, and while she's physically changed beyond almost all recognition, you've mentally changed as well.

"What do you mean physically changed?"

"Well, she's got the legs of the back of a horse, the arms of the front legs of a horse and she's covered in horse hair. She's got horsey swivelly ears and while her face is unchanged, her lips are a bit horsey, but mentally she's all your girlfriend. Oh, and a horse tail."

"So she's a friek?"

"She's differenty arranged to most normal girls, that all."

"So where is she now?"

"One of the things is that sometimes there is a bit of a mental change as well. Mike here was a man, is now a woman and it seems that he needs sex about three times a day in order to stay sane. Sandra seems to need to run, like take exercise, and she's gone off running somewhere. If we look out of the window perhaps we can see her."

The scene out of the balcony window was of chaos, but no running horse could be seen.

Actually it was rather interesting to watch what was going on outside, and so all three of us looked over the balcony for a while until there was a heavy knock on the door.

"Sharon, how are you?"

Sharon was sweaty, hot, foam was running down her flanks, she smelled really strongly of horse, but she was happy, and grinning from both sides of her rubbery and slightly hairy lips.

"I went to the gym. It was brillient. There was no one there, so I just used a running machine until the rubber tread got so damaged I had to give up. I think you can help Mary here." Mary, short, skinny, black hair, a bit gothic, purple and black knee length dress and boots was standing down the corridor in the shadows some distance away.

"Are you talking to that horse?" Simon had come to see. Sharon was shocked to see him.

"Simon, this is your girlfriend and she's just popped by."

"No that's my horse and she's whinnying like she was earlier. Come here." and Simon went to grab Sharon. She shied away and I held Simon.

"Simon, listen, this is that mental thing I was talking about - I can see Sharon, and talk to her in English and she is a human who looks a lot like a horse. It seems you see a horse."

"Of course I bloody do. She's always been a horse. Are you mad"

It seemed the talk earlier had made absolutely no difference.

"Can we go inside and discuss this?" We went into the room. "Mary, do you want to come too?"

"Can you help me?" she said tearfully, and wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

"I don't know, what's the matter?"

"I've lost my best friend, and I think somthing terrible has happened." Mary said.

"OK, come in, I have something else to sort out first."

I turned into the room, Simon was staring at Sharon, and Sharon was staring back.

"Can I have a shower?" Sharon asked. "And I've worked out how to make the bathroom not so slippery for my feet. Can you take a sheet and fold it over a few times and put it in the bath. Then I won't fall over."

"OK, Simon, can I sort this out first please?"

"You're going to put that pony in the bath?"

"Yes, actually she's going to get in the bath all by herself because she's human." I said.

I organised the bath as she asked, and ran the water. At least the boiler was still working, and hot water streamed from the shower head. She got in and ran the water over her face and head.

"Can you soap me please?"

"Mike - I've got a job for you. Please can you wash Sharon?" I called out. Mike came in, and reluctantly took up the little bar of complimentary soap.

"Mike, did you only take $200 out earlier?" I whispered to him.

"No, why."

"How much you got?"

"$600."

"OK, how about you guarantee your next 16 hours of sanity in advance, I need the cash now."

"Fuck off."

"Look, if I really need it can I borrow it?"

"Fuck yourself. Yeah, alright."

"Ok, thanks."

Leaving Mike washing Sharon I went back to Simon. Mary had joined us and was standing in the room. OK, I thought I'd seen everything but there was much more to see.

"Mary, what happened to you?" This was not going to be good.

Mary had been messing about at the convention, and entirely not taking any of it, like, seriously. Like, how can you totally be into being like Stormtroopers, or like lizard people. Duh. Like it's all so stupid. Anyway, just to like take the piss we were seeing if we could borrow costumes from the stands and just try them on because, like, sniff, it's like shopping without having to pay any money out and a bit of a right laugh. So we'd like, sniff, wipe, tried on a load of different costumes and was having a right laugh. We'd got to a stall where the costumes were, like, all these different furry costumes, like bears and we'd tried some heads on, and then we pretended to seriously like this pantomime horse, and could we like have a go. so I got into the front of the costume and Ziz (that's my best friends name) got into the back and she was, like, holding onto me at the waist and being the back of a pantomime horse and we were parading about in front of the stand when suddenly the change happened and ever since then I've been like this and I don't know where Ziz has gone. Mary had got out of the costume to find no Ziz and the body of a girl who she could completely control where Ziz had been.

Mary seemed to be a humantaur. From the front she was just a normal looking girl, and in the shadows in the corridor there was nothing odd. From the side the body of another girl from just below the shoulders extended horizontally backwards as if one girl was bending at the waist and holding onto the waist of the girl in front. Four legs, four hips, four breasts, two arms, one head. Her purple skirt rode over the extra body and the rest of the body was naked.

"Do you mind if I lift the skirt up to see the join?"

"If you want" sniffed Mary.

Her backbone simply continued through the transition.

"Did Ziz have any tattoos?"

"Yes, oh god, no, this body isn't Ziz!"

"A small bird on her left shoulder?"

Mary was in complete shock. I was too. This was the most unpleasent thing I'd seen so far today. Mary had absorbed the head and arms of her best friend - who seemed to no longer exist. Mary began to topple to her knees, overwhelmed by the pain and anguish of losing her friend, and yet being permenantly connected to her friend. Her front knees, then her back knees bent and she slumped to the ground, resting her torso on the bed.

The shower was off, and Sharon called out if everyone was OK. She came in, closely followed by a damp Mike, and was shocked to see Mary now crying against the bed.

"Sharon, where did you find her?"

"She had wandered into the Gym."

"...Looking for Ziz? Well it turns out that the extra body she now has was that of Ziz, see the tattoo."

It was time for Sharon to comfort Mary, which is difficult when knees don't work the right way and arm movement is restricted, but Sharon was good at comforting Mary. Simon looked on - I could not tell what emotions were running in him, he seemed vacant for the moment. Mike was shocked, and offered some comfort to Mary.

"What will her parents say...?" sobbed Mary. More floods of tears.

We got Mary onto a bed, although there is a lot of length to a humantaur and only by curling her round could we get her to fit. She sobbed, Sharon and Mike comforted and after the sobbing began to abate a little I turned to Simon.