The white centauress is walking around Sharon, looking at how the changes are coming. As she notices Sharon's ears changing at the same time as all this belching is going on, she says "Oooh! The changes have started, haven't they?"
"Yeah," the black-haired one says. "And, Sharon, you might just want to slip out of those clothes. Your about to get a tail, and a bit more, too. It might get a bit tight in there."
"Hey, thanks for remembering, 'cause it's been so long since I wore anything but a top I've forgotten what it was like. And I wouldn't want HER mad at us for forgetting to tell her," the brown mare said.
"Yeah, she's got to save us all still," the white one said. "Let's get her out of here. We're not supposed to get caught! Remember?"
In seconds, through Sharon's discomfort, she feels her ears and knows they're a match to the centauresses' ears, and starts to feel what she knows now is a tail coming in.
The brown one puts Sharon on the white one's equine back, and says, "We're going to get you out of here and help you with the changes. Hold on!" And the white mare says, "And if you want to do more than just hold on, that's OK, too. I remember how this stuff made me feel, and if you don't want to stop yourself, believe me when Isay I don't mind."
Through all the disorientation and the belching, Sharon is a bit worried, and asks, "Is the stuff I already drank going to turn me into a centauress? I just need to know what's happening to me!"
The black one responds, "Not by itself. Not completely. For now, you'll just...."
Thu Mar 13 20:52:22 2003