Just go for it. What have you got to lose?

Taylor stared at it with only a moment's hesitation, before deciding to go ahead with it. Sure it was a female horse body, but he was still himself, and a chance like this to "play centaur" has been a fever dream of his for ages. He also spent a lot on this and not using it would be a real waste.

He used part of the packaging box to climb up onto it. This also made him realize a little more how big something like this was. He was about a foot or so from the ceiling, which also made him think getting the female body was the best idea. Males are generally taller, and he'd be scraping his head in something like that. The smaller female body suited his cramped living situation much better.

Initially he tried to work right into the slit at the head, and realized quickly he was going to need to lube up a little. Jumping down he grabbed the bottle and set it on the back of the rubber horse body, and then had the clever idea to grab his full length mirror from his room before hopping into it. What was the point of being a centaur if he couldn't admire it.

Finally ready, he slicked up his legs and a bit around the hole at the neck where he was going to need to slide in to. Then he began working his legs in, then up to his hips, and finally managing to fit all the way to his waist. It was tight, and took a little more lube and time than he'd expected, but he was in.

He then felt like there was more rubber below his waste and realized the hole he had crawled through was the neck hole for a body suit top that had been tucked into it. He pulled it up and got it around his shoulders, finding arm holes to work his own through. Eventually he was completely covered in skin tight latex from the neck down, minus his hands as the sleeves ended at the wrist. He also noticed the upper part was a fair nude tone, a little lighter than his own, and at the waste it faded to the black of the rest of the body. Looking in the mirror he was kind of shocked at how the blending between his body suit and the horse half looked surprisingly realistic and well done. His only complaint would be that his taller male upper torso looked a little disproportionate, but otherwise he was loving it.

He began looking down at himself, running his hands around the body, still slick from the lube. There was, again, a comfortable warm feeling between him and the latex, and he figured the lube must have some sort of warming agent in it. He rubbed the tight front muscles of the horse body around where his crotch was situated. He found he was getting turned on once more by all of this.

Taylor was simply enjoying standing there in the suit for a moment. He liked how the latex, tight around him, made him look and feel much slimmer. The warmth was nice, and again he looked down to where his crotch would be in the suit, rubbing the area. Unfortunately he couldn't feel anything, despite being obviously turned on. He felt his tail whip, and a gasp as the muscles in his horse pussy reacted to his arousal. He moved a hand up and sensually gripped a handful of the growing breasts on his chest.

"The fuck?!" Taylor shouted. His mind suddenly snapped back to reality, and, mirroring his sudden shock and panic, the horse body began to stumble around the place.

"What the actual fuck is going on?!" He said, in full freak out as he watched breasts continue to grow on his chest. His head also began to itch incredibly and as he looked back up he saw himself in the mirror, growing a head of long dark brown hair.

"No..." His mind tried to process it all as he stopped, stunned, and watched the rest of the transformation take place. He had been shrinking to fit the proper proportions of the horse body. His figure had gone from a decently broad shouldered guy in his mid 20s with a little gut, to that of maybe a 19-20 year old woman. His belly was neat, trim, and slightly muscled. His slimmer arms mirrored that level of fitness, and his chest finally stopped growing at maybe J or K cup size.

He definitely had the appearance of an almost too busty petite from the waste up. And from the waste down he had a sleek, shiny body of a latex horse. He noticed the color changed slightly from its original black to the dark slightly reddish brown of the mane of long hair now flowing from his head. The shock he felt was suddenly overcome with a realization as he looked this new form up and down in the mirror.

"Fuck, I'm hot." Taylor muttered. Then stopped, consciously taking in the fact that even his voice was now feminine and very attractive.

He turned away from the mirror giving himself one more glance over. He noticed that his skin had faded to the same lighter skin tone of the suit, and that, although he was still obviously wearing a latex suit, there were no seems as it somehow melded right into his own skin at the wrists and neck.

'What the fuck do i do now?' He though to himself. He may have a sexy female centaur form, but he was still very much Taylor in his head. He was feeling scrambled though. He was not mentally prepared for anything like this. Who would be? He instinctually laid his horse body down as he felt the wave of exhaustion, and looked back up at himself in the mirror.

'Why'd I have to be so damn hot, too?'

Taylor laid there for several minutes, just trying to calm his head and emotions and decide on his next step.