He was becoming a mare.He grimaced as his thighs continued to swell. He was forced onto hisside as a pain in his growing bottom signalled the arrival ...of his tail."What is happening to you?" came a voice. It wasn't a voice herecognised. It sounded like a young girl. Then he heard the voice again.It was the foal who was speaking!James was still frightened as the changes continued to engulf him. Henoticed as the nipples on his belly became swollen."You do have some more milk for me!" said the. I have to admit she was sort of wild when she tightened that think around her hips and I knew I was in for a heated session of prostate massage. She seemed to delight in making me shudder and quake with her weight on my back and buried the cursed thing deeper until I pleaded for respite. She managed to make me feel closer to her at those moments than anyone in the world and I knew I would never allow anyone else to do the things she did to me in the privacy of her locked bedroom. I would be. We were able to carry on in this fashion for many months without difficulties. We didn't make love every night of course, sometimes we would just cuddle and other times we would be screwing for hours. Of course we both had the usual feminine interruptions, although that didn't always stop us its true.There was a hurdle preventing me from enjoying our lovemaking fully. My damn virginity! Mum had several really inviting sex toys but the only one of much use was a small vibrator which I loved. It turned out that I was the one who needed help. I had no idea how the hanging boxes were assembled and I didn't see any directions either. Well, like I have mentioned several times, I'm a guy. We like to fix things. We don't have to ask directions and lastly, we don't need or even follow directions ... most of the time.So there I was with one of the boxes half unfolded and holding a metal Giz Wiz that looked like it was the thing you hung the hangers on but not a clue how it attached to the.