This choice: 'Sandy' grazes waiting for the party to start • Go Back...Chapter #6'Sandy' grazes waiting for the party to... by: Michelle   Tim grazed around the tree in the shade chewing on grass. He was pleased to be of assistance to help out with Allison's birthday party. He figured he could tough out being a pony for the day if it meant using the medallion tomorrow to make his tee time. He couldn't wait to transform into the professional golfer clothing he purchased off the internet. Both he and Ken bought items from the sports memorabilia website that sold golf outfits last worn by athletes who auctioned them off. Tomorrow Tim would have a strong male body that could drive a tee shot over 300 yards perfectly. He was still curious to find out who Ken chose to be? They agreed it would be a necessary precaution to alter their faces to make sure fellow golfers didn't spot a real celebrity on the course. During their friendly competition, from below the neck they would both have carbon copies of professional golfers they chose to be. They'd make sure to transform their heads, hair and face to something different to so nobody recognized a golf star on their local course.
While roaming around on 4 legs, Tim bent his mane down for investigation and smirked at the absence of a pony penis dangling between his legs. When he originally volunteered to be the entertainment for Allison's birthday party, he assumed he'd end up a male pony. But Miranda was right. If he had a huge set of balls and a pony penis swinging around between his legs all day, it would cause distractions from his job. He figured being a girl pony was the logical choice. He didn't want to find out what sore pony balls felt like after being swung around all day mashing into his hind legs.
Tim hadn't noticed the tether line that was attached to his reins until he wandered about 15 feet from the tree. Miranda must have tied him up like an ordinary pony to avoid escape. Tim tugged on the line testing out it's durability. He let out a disappointed neigh knowing he wasn't strong enough to break the rope, "Miranda didn't need to put me on a leash! This seems a bit unnecessary. It's not like I'm going to run away or anything!" Unlike a real domesticated pet, the last thing Tim wanted to do is escape and roam around the city. The authorities would think he was a real pony and he'd end up on a farm forever somewhere. Tim knew his neighbor's backyard well. They had an enormous amount of land that was completely fenced in. There was no way he'd be able to sneak out unless he figured out how to manipulate his hooves into opening the numerous gates around the property. There was taller grass just out of reach that Tim sniffed out. He wished the leash line was a few feet longer. That way, he could taste the delicious smelling grass. He laughed to himself realizing how strange it was to have different taste buds now. Instead of burgers and steaks, Tim was more interested in how the weeds around the yard would taste. He knew once the party started that he'd have time to sneak in some bites while giving pony rides.
As he chewed on grass awaiting the party's start, he felt annoyances around his hind side. He could sense flies near his rear end but didn't have any arms to swat them away. He was amazed to instinctively take control of his tail and wave it around. He bent his head back giggling to himself watching how fun it was to wag it around. He easily shooed flies away while swooshing his tail back and forth. He wished he would have asked Miranda to cover his hind end with bug-spray before he lost his ability to speak. For now, having a maneuverable tail would be an exciting way to deal with the pests. Tim liked swishing around his newfound appendage. It was exciting to have control of something attached to his back side. He began daydreaming about how handy having a tail would be if one was attached to his normal human body. He'd be able to shoo away flies whenever he worked outside. He'd have to cut a hole in the back of his pants though to let it dangle down freely. He considered all the options he could try with the power of the magic medallion. He smirked at the idea of his normal body having a long fluffy feline tail attached. He wondered if it would hurt to sit on? He started picturing all sorts of larger animal tails. He could try out having a zebra or tiger tail. He wondered if having an alligator tail full of scales would be fun? He then pictured smaller animal tails and wondered if he could get away with wearing a tiny dog tail around underneath his pants all day so nobody noticed. He could try out a pig tail or a fluffy fox tail and tuck it around his crotch if he wanted to venture into public. For some reason he was fascinated with tails now. Being able to control them was quite the experience. He proudly swished away more flies taking advantage of his new body part.
With no cell phone or watch to look at, Tim judged by the position of the sun that it was around noon. He knew the party was about to begin and eagerly awaited his customers. He proudly stood on all 4's looking the best he could. Shortly after, the back door of the house opened up with endless screams of excitement from Allison and her friends. Tim knew his daughter was among the group and finally picked her out. He couldn't wait to start giving pony rides and impress the party goers. However, he let out a disappointed neigh when the group of little girls all wearing their swimsuits headed into the pool instead. They started giggling and splashing around. Tim was smart enough to know that 7 year old girls traveled in packs. Once they got bored of swimming, they would move on to the next thing. Tim knew once they discovered the pony awaiting rides that they would all congregate around him. He'd be the hit of the party while giving rides around the property.
Not wearing clothing was an odd sensation. After all, Tim was an animal now and didn't need such accessories. He got a kick out of knowing he'd be the center of attention once the lined formed for pony rides. He knew he'd eventually end up giving his daughter a ride and would make sure he trotted around extra proud when Jillian was on his saddle. He wondered what his daughter would think if she found out that her father was currently inside the body of a pony? He wondered if Miranda spilled the beans to Jillian about his transformation? Tim was fortunate to have a best friend who lived next door that owned the magic medallion. Over the years, Tim had used it plenty of times to help during awkward parenting scenarios. Given he was a single father who's ex-wife ran out on them years ago, Jillian didn't have a female figure in her life. Every year Tim transformed himself into 'Aunt Vicky' to go shopping for school clothes. Jillian had no idea she didn't really have an Aunt Vicky. She loved whenever she randomly showed up. That meant she'd get to hit the mall for a shopping spree. It was much easier for Tim to roam around the girl's section with a female body. He fit in with the rest of the mothers helping their daughters choose new outfits.
Tim started becoming 'Aunt Vicky' more recently during summer excursions to the local water park. When Jillian was younger, Tim could easily get away with bringing her into the men's locker room to help her change into her swimsuit. No guys cared that he brought a toddler along into the private male area. However, as she aged past 3 and 4, Tim realized she was too old to accompany her father into the men's room any longer. He received strange looks from other men who though it was inappropriate. Tim didn't want to send his daughter off alone into the women's locker room and be scared. That's when he realized becoming 'Aunt Vicky' for the swim park would be convenient. He selfishly loved infiltrating the women's locker room. He could catch glances of women changing into their bikinis. He could also shower along with them going unnoticed. He ended up buying a summer season pass for 'Aunt Vicky.' Jillian loved whenever her mysterious Aunt suddenly showed up to bring her to the swim park. Tim would secretly transform and sneak out the back door. He'd make it look like 'Aunt Vicky' spontaneously showed up and would knock on his own front door. He easily fooled Jillian when she was younger. But as she started to get older, he had to cover his tracks better. She found some of Aunt Vicky's clothes in her Dad's room one day and asked why they always do her laundry? She periodically found Vicky's bikinis or cover-up dresses in the clean clothes pile. She was curious when she helped put clothes away one day and found a bunch of women's panties along side his Dad's boxer shorts. There were bras in his sock drawer too. Not to mention the small collection of dresses, pants and tops obviously designed for a woman that were hanging in the back of Tim's closet. Tim played it off with a white lie. He told his daughter that the female items belonged to his mother who left them behind when she ran out on them years ago. As Jillian continued to get older, he wondered how long he could continue the lie about Aunt Vicky's random appearances. He wondered if Jillian knew about the magic medallion yet? He realized over the past few years, she stopped asking so many questions whenever Aunt Vicky showed up. She seemed to like having a female figure around the house and loved having somebody take her shopping. The last thing she wanted to do was be caught shopping for girl clothes with her Dad. All her other friends had mothers who helped them with that sort of thing.
Without the ability to speak, Tim was just an animal on 4 legs alone with his thoughts. He shook his mane wondering if he was over-thinking things. His daughter most likely didn't know Aunt Vicky's true identity....or did she? Had Jillian known it was her father periodically turning himself into a woman the whole time? For now, there was nothing Tim could do but chew on grass pondering life's questions.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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