Jon made his way back into his bedroom, and stood looking out his window. From here he could see quite the distance down the street.
There were a number of people out, A young couple jogging, An elderly man mowing his lawn, A group of children playing some probably made-up ballgame, and a boy about Jon's age, riding a horse.
In the neighbours garden, a cat was chasing after the birds, and a woman was packing things into her car.
Wanting to test on something that would go easily unnoticed, Jon pointed his index finger at the boy on the horse.
"Give me those legs" he said.
Wobbling, Jon stumbled backward then fell forward. But to his surprise, he stopped himself with his hands much sooner than expected.
Looking down, he saw why. Stretched out below him, were a long pair of brown fur-covered legs, ending in a dark hoof.
"Ah crap" grumbled Jon kicking himself upright with his forelegs.
Looking down inspecting himself, he saw his pajama bottoms were strained to breaking point under the size of the equine hind legs. His hooves digging into his rug.
"You can have it back" he said, stumbling again, his balance shifted.
"Well, it works then" he said, removing his stretched pajamas.
