You want to show your ambition from the beginning and if not impress the teachers, to at least make an impression. Although you know it will almost certainly be beyond your abilities, you form a clear image of your target.
-A Centaur-
You feel a tickling at your ass, and glancing around you see a tail starting to spill from base of your spine. You control your breathing and cockiness, shifting your thoughts to hooves. With a creak of strained stitching you feel your feet expand. As they do, they become less sensitive, harder until they burst out. You see the familiar shape of a horses hoof.
Father Dulu is muttering under his breath, and his face is hard to read. But he can't help but be impressed...
You see him shrinking lower, as the magic progresses. Giving you longer equine legs. As it reaches your crotch you feel it wants to continue upwards ... completely transforming you into a horse rather than a centaur. You feel your nostrils flare, and the hint of a whinny as you struggle for control.
Father Dulu watches eagerly as you battle for control.
Your hands are becoming colder and less sensitive, as you spot the same shape again. In horror you concentrate on keeping your hands. On keeping your human torso... your face and arms.
A groan rips from your throat, a high shrill cry... but at least it sounded human to your ears. A deep throbbing pain spreads out from your waist. With little warning your belt burst open and you grasp for the trousers with one hand.
Your fingers feel two hard bony structures just beneath the surface. Before your eyes, they thrust forward.... keeping going. As your eyes go wide, it feels like this will never end. It's all gone wrong.... you're going to spend the rest of your life as a hideously deformed monstrosity. You feel like weeping, as these ... these things... stab forward.
Father Dulu doesn't seem as worried, and in a moment's inspiration, you guess these will be your forehooves.
As you control your imagination, even their shape reveals their true nature. You can see the shape of the hooves and even the knee joints. A coarse grey fur coats them.
Falling forward, you land on your hooves. You are leaning a little forward, as your new legs complete their growth until they are the same length. You feel that this couldn't have gone any better, this must be the most impressive transformation he's ever seen from an initiate.
You look down your back, and see the tatters of your trousers, lying across the dappled grey coat that covers you from waist to tail.
You realise that you now tower over the teacher.
Even though the magic hasn't finished you spread your arms wide, "So what do you think?"
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