...a centaur. And not any centaur, but a female centaur. Her wavy brown hair spilled down her back and onto her chestnut equine back. Her human portion was perfectly formed, athletic and physcially flawless, with dark brown eyes, kissable lips, delicate hands and g-cup breasts. She was bare breasted, comfortable with both her nudity and the wieght of her breasts.
"All right, Karyn," said Jon in her newly feminized voice. "What did you change? It had better not be the color of my coat; you know how much I like the way it matches my hair."
"I'll tell you in a while," said Karyn, who herself had stayed human. "I'd like to head out to see if my wish altered anyone besides you."
As they were leaving, they ran into Jon's mom, who had also been turned into a centaur version of herself. "I hope your planning in putting a top on before going outside, dear," she said.
"Mom," Jon groaned. "You know how much I hate wearing clothing. Its so confining. Besides, your still nude, and you let me go around nude even when we have guests over."
"I'm nude inside dear, where its appropriate," her mother said, sternly. "Outside, however, I put on a top, just like I make you and Zoe do. Now go back and put one on."
Jon groaned, but complied anyway. Her 'top' seemed to be a combination sports bra and tank top, form fitting and snug around her large bustline. "Finally," said Jon, "we can head outside. And you're going to tell me what changed, Karyn."
"Don't worry," giggled Karyn. "I will."
