My street clothes were simple and still in the same dark motif as the ones I left in my room. Mostly navy blue and black, I didn't want to draw too much attention to myself. There were some noises in the stables, so I went to investigate, as I came in the side door I saw that it was nothing to worry about. One of the mares had backed out of her stall after her bridle had come loose and was just standing around. The other horses, three on one side and two on the other were disinterestedly eating, drinking and making work for the stable boy to clean up.
The stable boy was came in the main door, in a gust of cold wind, holding a mug of something hot. He smiled at me, he struck me as being a nice boy so I smiled back, and then he asked which of the horses was mine. I tried to remember, but before I could even say which if any was mine, he noticed the loose horse, and tied her back in her stall. He eyed me a little suspiciously as if I were a horse thief, and approached me cautiously. I stepped more into the light so that he could see my face and recognise me as one of the dancers. It was then that all hell broke loose it happened so fast, that it was over before I could react.
A hooded and cloaked wizard slipped out of one of the stalls and froze me with a spell. Having dealt with me, he turned to the lad, who was just recovering from his surprise and tried to make a run for the door. The wizard froze the boy also and then he proceeded to approach the stable boy, chuckling maliciously, saying "If you like her form so much, perhaps you could try it on for size?". With a few gestures and a quick incantation, he transformed the boy into my form, firstly he magiced away the boys clothes, and laughing watched as the boys feet first shrank and began to look more like mine, as the spell travelled up the boys legs, they became shapely and pleasingly muscled just like mine, I would swear his ass looked bigger than mine. With barely a whimper from the boy as the spell took his manhood, his waist shrank in, and the spell advanced relentlessly up his torso. The boy seemed to gain more of his mobility, and although he was still looked rooted to the ground he took control of his thinner arms and daintier hands. He held them out in front of himself as if in horror, silently shrieking. The spell finally shimmered over his face and out his hair leaving him looking like my twin sister. She was trying to push her bust back in, looking more and more despairing with every failed effort.
It was then that the wizard turned back to me, and with a snap of his fingers all my clothes vanished and started to appear on the stable lad's new body, he looked like his worst nightmare had just accelerated downhill as the clothes proved remarkably skin-tight and revealing. Over his shoulder the wizard put a geas on the boy to believe he was me, a dancer at the club, and that she was about to go for a night on the town after a hard nights dancing.
As the new dancer left the stables, I felt incredibly vulnerable, naked and alone in a cold stable with only a mad wizard (probably one of the joyriders) for company. It was then that the wizard introduced himself, a little belatedly I thought. "I am Treelus" he said "Pleased to make your acquaintance.". He cast another spell, which made me feel very peculiar, as I floated across the stable and found myself in the body of the mare. I could barely move my head but upon looking round I saw Treelus cast a spell upon my old body to become the form of the poor stableboy and act appropriately. Apparently it was a simple spell as both the mare and boy were only computer controlled characters, with simple routines.
Treelus approached from the side gently resting his hand on my rump, (still felt like my ass from here), annoyingly I couldn't kick him or show any annoyance as he saddled me up, he gently whispered in my ear. "At least you still have your darling little ears, as for throwing or biting me you can't the horses are written to be friendly and easy for the characters to use, as long as I'm quite nice to you, you shall be a well-behaved little filly."
I tried to show some independence, and free-will but when he untied me, I just stood there and let him saddle me. He mounted up and rode me out of the town. Even when I was galloping he still was in total control of everything I could do. As we passed some fields and headed south, I saw a stallion in the field to my side, and scented him. With fear growing by the second I realised I was in heat, and that Lancelot's gifts were still in my head. I just hoped Treelus didn't notice or didn't see fit to humiliate me.
