Centaur

After thinking it over, looking at all his favorite pieces of wank material for comparison, and sleeping on the decision, he finally knew what he wanted: a centaur, or rather, a centauress. Pulling out the coin, he rubbed the area with his wife’s face. “I wish that my wife became a centauress, with the lower body of a horse starting at her waist.” He’d made the wish in the early afternoon, when Sarah was out on errands.

It was a tense, and very horny, few hours to wait until she got home, but Tom barely managed to do it. Finally, he heard the sound of hose’s clopping outside the front door, which opened to reveal his transformed wife. She was now at least two feet taller, and her upper half looked the same as it had before the newest wish. But from her waist down, she had the body of a mare, with a chestnut coat. Only her top half had any clothing on, and she carefully walked into the house carrying some groceries. Then, Tom thought about something else...how had the wish been granted? Would she think she’s always been a centaur? Would she notice the changes, but not see it as odd? Would she be as freaked out as anyone who suddenly changed like that? Were centaurs just a regular part of the world now?