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		     TG: Rash Decisions (2/3)

	This is a short and fairly light-hearted story. I've been 

toying with the idea for over a year. 

	It's set in my DNA universe, but it is not a continuation 
of the main storyline. It's set about ten years after the first 
story. My next story is called 'It's Hard to be a Man' and after 
that I'll finally get to DNA III.

	My website is at http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/2525.
There you'll find out a little about me and where my stories are
archived. If you are an author of TG stories and you would like to put
a similar page up on that site, let me know.

	This story is copyright 1997 by Stephanie. All rights 
reserved. You may repost or store this story on your website as long 
as the work is not altered or charged for.

	As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if
you are under the age of eighteen.

		      Rash Decisions Part Two
			       by
			    Stephanie

	"W-what do y-you mean?" stammered Robert.

	"You got yourself transformed illegally," Sarah said. "Admit it.
I can tell."

	"I-it's not true!"

	"Sarah shook her head. "Yes it is. Why else would you be walking
about without any shoes on?"

	Robert looked down at his hooves in confusion. Of course he
didn't have any shoes.

	Sarah realized that Robert hadn't understood. "HORSEshoes. Even
if they had let you out of the institute after twenty-four hours, which
they wouldn't, they wouldn't let you walk around without shoes. You'd
could really damage your feet that way if you're not careful."

	Robert was only just beginning to realize what a leap into the
dark he had taken. He knew far less than he had thought about life as a
centaur. Now, he had fallen at the first hurdle. The government did its
best to best to regulate DNA viruses. That meant Robert could expert a
jail term and a heavy fine if caught.

	"Please, don't tell anyone!" he pleaded. "I just wanted this so
much!"

	Sarah put a hand on his bare shoulder. "Hey. Relax, I've no
intention of telling anyone."

	He looked up at her in hope. "You haven't?"

	"No," she said with a reassuring smile. "As far as I'm concerned,
the more centaurs around the better. We'd better get you something for
your feet and I'll keep an eye out for you. Why didn't you go through the
official routes?"

	"I couldn't wait two years! I could have wasted all that time and
still not have become a centaur."

	Sarah put an arm around him and guided him towards the other
centaurs. Their flanks occasionally brushed together as they walked. The
contact was turning Robert on. He was slightly worried that his arousal
would become obvious to everyone. It was easy to disguise a hard-on when
you had on a pair of pants. When you had nothing on from the waist down,
and you were literally hung like a stallion, however, the problem was
more acute. Fortunately, he didn't feel the familiar sensation of his
member swelling. If the other centaurs had been further away and it had
taken longer to reach them, then the story might have been different.
Robert was almost glad to reach them when he did.

	Sarah introduced him to the others. As the foreman had said, they
were rather understaffed and there were only three other centaurs working
on the large site. There were two females and one male. Barney, the older
African-American centaur was married to Gina, the elder of the two other
females. The remaining centaur was a blonde called Jenny.

	Robert was introduced to them. Sarah didn't say anything about
his illegal status, but she did tell them he had only recently become a
centaur. Sarah wouldn't let him do much work that day, mainly because of
his lack of experience. Robert found himself doing menial tasks while he
was shown what was expected of him. He was surprised to find himself
enjoying the work. It was such a change to be out of the office and
doing something worthwhile.

	They didn't finish work until night was falling. Robert's muscles
were aching, but not as much as they would have been in his old body. The
DNA virus had obviously toned up his body considerable as it had
transformed him.

	"Do you have a place to stay?" Sarah asked him as they left the
site.

	"Yeah, I do," Robert replied, "but it's on the seventh floor. I'm
in the process of selling it."

	"Don't blame you. Stairs can be a nightmare. I'm sure there's a
spare room at the hostel we're staying at."

	"Built for centaurs?"

	"Not just centaurs," said Sarah, "there's quite a niche market
for hotels for modified people."

	"I suppose there would be. It never occurred to me before."

	Sarah tilted her head and looked at him curiously. "You don't
strike me as the sort of person who'd become a centaur. Most
newly-transformed centaurs have spent months or years learning every
single thing about life as a centaur. You're different."

	Robert couldn't really tell her the main reason he had become a
centaur. That he had a crush on her. He knew she wouldn't consider that a
good enough reason take the risks he had. In fact, she would probably be
quite angry to learn that he had done it all simply to get closer to her.
"I hated my job. Not just the job specifically, but all the office jobs
I've had. I just had to get out, and this seemed the best way."

	"I just hope you know what you're doing. There's no way back, you
know. You'll have those hooves till the day you die."

	The hostel was some distance away, but they covered the distance
amazingly quickly. Sarah and the others kept their speed down because of
Robert. He hadn't moved this fast before in his transformed state, but
he felt comfortable going at that speed. he was beginning to feel far
more comfortable now. People still turned to watch them go by, but he
didn't feel self-conscious now he was with other centaurs. Earlier he
had worried that he had rushed headlong into a big mistake, but Sarah
seemed really friendly and they appeared to be getting on well. Robert
just hoped fervently that she didn't have a boyfriend or husband at the
moment. One thing at a time, though. Today had been more than successful
enough. He had made friends with Sarah.

	The hostel was surprisingly large. Sarah pointed out that
centaurs needed to build their houses bigger for obvious reasons. A bar
was built into the first floor, with the centaur rooms directly above.
Above them were smaller rooms for the other kinds of transformed humans.

	The bar wasn't packed, but it was fairly lively. Robert's eyes
widened at the collection of altered people. As well as several more
centaurs, there were a couple of angels and the odd
half-human/half-animal specialist person. Barney got the drinks in and
Robert was surprised at the size of the glasses.

	"They hold about two pints each," Sarah told him.

	"I suppose we need a bit to get us drunk," Robert replied.

	"It can be done quite easily. I remember the first time I got
really smashed as a centaur. My legs were all going in different
directions. They had to leave me to sleep on the floor where I had
fallen. The hangovers are killers though." She smiled. "Anyway, there's
a specialist in centaur medicine I know just out of town. He'll give you
a once over and get you some shoes."

	Robert dredged through his memory. "Don't they nail them to the
hoof?"

	"Well, you can have that done if you want," said Sarah. "There's
quite a few centaurs who want proper old-style horseshoes. Frankly, I'd
never let anyone nail anything to me. I've never even had my ears
pierced."

	Sarah slipped something off of her hoof and bent down to pick it
up. It was a tricky manoeuvre for a centaur in an enclosed space, but she
managed it gracefully without any trouble. Robert remembered that she had
been a centaur longer than nearly anyone else.

	She put the shoe on the table so Robert could see it. "You just
slip it on," she explained, "and it's very secure. Horse's hooves were
never designed with streets in mind. These have rubber built into them
to cushion the blow." She took the shoe back and put it on. "They're
costly, but worth it in the long run."

	"So how is life like as a centaur?" Robert asked.

	"That's the sort of question you're supposed to ask _before_ you
get yourself transformed." Sarah replied with a giggle. "I was always
fascinated with horses and I rode from an early age. When this process
came available I leapt at it. Back when I got transformed there were
barely fifty centaurs in the whole world. Now that's grown to about
fifteen thousand. I never thought there would be so many. My mom had a
fit when she found out what I was planning to do."

	"How do they feel about it now?"

	"They got used to it. Dad is fine about me, but Mom still doesn't
really approve. She hides it well though. Do you have any family?"

	"My mother lives out in Texas. We're not close at all."

	"I'm sorry to hear that."

	Robert shrugged. "It's ancient history."

	As the evening progressed Robert worked his way through several
of the two-pint drinks. He was amazed at the capacity of his new stomach.
The beer didn't seem to be affecting him that much either. That wasn't
really surprising considering the much larger size of his new body.

	Later on Robert and the other centaurs moved to a larger table
where they consumed a large amount of food. It was an entirely
vegetarian meal. Robert had enjoyed meat before his change, but now he
didn't find it that appetizing. He guessed that his new form wasn't
designed to eat meat, but he couldn't ask Sarah such a basic question
with the other centaurs around.

	Sarah had booked him a room. In the rush of the day's activities
he had forgotten he needed to do that. It was late into the evening when
they finally decided to got to bed. He found he was a little unsteady on
his feet when he started to walk. He was alright standing still, but
moving all four legs in the right order was suddenly more difficult.

	Sarah noticed Robert's unsteadiness and helped him to stay
balanced. "I should have given more time to get used to your new body
before getting you drunk." She led him up the wide sloping ramp that led
up to the next floor. "Tomorrow is Saturday. We'll get you some shoes
and I'll get my friend to give you a check-up. Okay, Robert?"

	"Fine," Robert replied. He was aware of how close he was to
Sarah. His alcohol-addled mind wondered what sex was like as a centaur.
Was the experience more intense because the genitalia was so much larger.
An image flashed through his mind of rearing up onto her back. His
hindquarters started tingling again, but he didn't care.

	Sarah showed him his room. "Thanks for everything you've done
for me today," he said.

	"Hey, no problem."

	On an impulse he leaned over and kissed her cheek. "You've done
far more than you had to."

	Sarah smiled. "We centaurs have to stick together, don't we?
Now, go to bed and sleep the booze off."

	He nodded and went into his room. Sarah smiled and shook her
head. He was cute, though. She laughed it off. She had barely known him
for half a day, but his naivete was a breath of fresh air. She turned
and headed to her own room.

	In his room, Robert was looking around him. It was a fairly large
room, but there wasn't much in it. Just a large bed, a window and a
portable TV. He went over to the bed. It was a water bed covered in a
durable looking cover. Well, that answered the question about whether
centaurs slept standing up or lying down. He kneeled unsteadily and then
edged his way onto the bed. After quite a bit of shuffling he managed to
get all of his bulk on the bed. This wasn't too bad. In fact, it felt
quite comfortable.

	He looked back down the length of his body. He was still
astounded with himself for going through with it. Yet it had paid off.
He and Sarah had clicked. He was sure of it. He was exhausted from the
day's activities and any other thoughts were lost as he quickly fell
asleep.

	Robert was glad that the next day was the start of the weekend.
His head was pounding and he felt a little woozy. He felt a need to use
the bathroom and it took him a little while to locate it. Again, it was
outside. Robert was glad to see it was a proper toilet modified for
centaur use and not just some straw on the ground.

	Sarah was already up and about. After another hefty meal, she
said it was time to set out to get Robert some shoes. They left on foot.
Robert was still amazed at the speed he could reach. They didn't press
themselves to the limit, partly to avoid risking Robert's bare hooves,
but mostly to avoid getting a speeding ticket. They were already on the
edge of town and Sarah led him straight out into the countryside.

	The morning hadn't got too warm and Robert was really enjoying
himself. He was becoming more and more convinced that he had made the
right choice in becoming a centaur.

	The road gave way to a dust track and they cantered up to a farm.
Robert could tell as soon as they arrived that the house had not been
designed and built with a two-legged human in mind.

	"You didn't tell me he was a centaur," Robert said.

	"You didn't ask. Stands to reason, though, doesn't it?" She
looked at one of the surrounding fields and waved. "Don't mention that
you didn't get transformed legally," she told Robert. "You might get away
with it, but it isn't worth the risk, and it would put me in an awkward
spot."

	Robert turned to look and saw a centaur running at full speed
across the field to meet them. "Don't worry," he said, "I won't say
anything."

	The new arrival was in his late thirties. he was going bald, but
had a hairy chest to compensate. "Sarah!" he called, "I haven't seen you
in a while."

	"Sorry, Nick," Sarah replied, "I've been busy lately. I need to
ask a favor. My friend, Robert, needs a set of shoes and a basic medical.
He started work yesterday and he needs a check-up and a new set of shoes."

	Nick and Robert shook hands. Then the doctor took them round to
the house. Nick took measurements of Robert's hooves. He told Robert that
he had a pair of shoes he could adjust for him.

	"Why don't you two go out for a bit," Nick told them. "This will
take a while."

	"Good idea!" Sarah replied. "Come on Robert." She led Robert back
out into one of the fields. "Shall we see how fast you can go?"

	"I don't know. Is it alright to try it without shoes?" he asked
cautiously. He was very curious to see what he could achieve at full
speed.

	"Course it is! This is the terrain your feet were designed for!
You'll like this. I remember the first time I really pushed myself." She
started moving forward in a trot. "Come on! Match yourself to me."

	Robert moved alongside Sarah, matching her speed. Slowly she
started to run faster. He had little difficulty in keeping up with her.
Almost without realizing it, he was racing around the field, his hooves
thundering into the ground. He ran to the end of the field and turned
smartly. He was amazed at his power. He was going so fast the fence was
a blur. He was doing this without the aid of any machine, just the power
of his own body.

	Finally, he slowed to a stop. His entire body tingled from the
exertion. Sarah pulled up alongside him and they smiled broadly at each
other. Neither could speak for a few moments as they were gulping in huge
amounts of air to fill their large lungs.

	"That was fantastic!" Robert finally said in amazement.

	"You can do so much more with that body than you could with your
old two-legged one. You're stronger, faster and probably better looking
than you were before."

	Robert was startled by that last remark. Was the woman of his
dreams showing some interest in him, or was she just being playful? She
grinned and galloped away. Robert chased her across the field. She was
far more agile and faster than him and he was unable to catch her.

	Some time later as they passed the house, they saw Nick waving
from the window. "He's got the shoes ready," Sarah said. "Probably best
if we have a quick shower first. You smell."

	Robert saw that both of them had gotten sweaty during the run
through the field. "You're no bed of roses yourself." he retorted.

	She pointed to a basic shower attachment by the side of the
house. As they headed towards it, she called out to Nick to get some
towels.

	"Don't you people do anything indoors?" Robert asked.

	"Where's the fun in that?" Sarah asked back. "Most of the people
who want to be centaurs are outdoors people. Anyway, our bodies are far
more durable than they were before." Without warning, she turned the
shower faucet on him and blasted him with cold water.

	He shouted in mock anger and tried to wrestle the faucet from
her. Both of them were soaking wet within seconds. It stopped suddenly
when they accidentally looked deep into each other's eyes. Robert was
certain he could see desire in her emerald eyes.

	The moment was broken when Nick appeared. He smirked at the
startled look on the other two centaurs. Then he tossed two large towels
to them. "I've got a set of shoes that should fit you fine, Robert. You
ready for your check-up?"

	"Yeah," Robert replied, "but to be honest I feel better than I
have in years."

	While Sarah waited outside, Robert and Nick went through to a
small examination room. "I have a lot of centaurs on my books. Most of
them prefer having a doctor who is a centaur as well."

	Nick ran a few tests on Robert. He listened to Robert's lungs
and pronounced them sound. "Have you been a centaur long?" Nick asked.

	"I only got out of the institute a week or so back." Robert hoped
the doctor would be satisfied with that.

	"Oh, so this will be your first job as a centaur, then?"

	Nick checked Robert's body all over to make sure it had formed
properly. "To be honest," Nick said, "this is mostly a formality. Most
problems in the transformation process would kill you instantly. If you
get this far with no problems, then you're probably fine. Though I
always suggest that all my patients have regular medicals. Just in
case."

	Robert felt embarrassed as Nick moved around to his rear and
began examining his private parts. "Oh," Nick commented slightly
surprised, "I hadn't noticed you had Gifford's Condition."

	Robert's heart skipped a beat. What the hell was Gifford's
Condition? He couldn't ask the doctor because he should already know. At
least he probably would if he had been transformed legally.

	"How are you coping with it?" Nick asked.

	"Okay," he replied. "It hasn't caused a problem yet." That much
was the truth anyway as he hadn't known he had it until that moment.

	"It must have been a bit of a shock finding out." Nick said.

	You got that right, Robert thought sourly.

	"Anyway, as you've probably been told, no centaur puts any
stigmata on this condition. About five percent of the centaur population
have the same condition and it doesn't in anyway hinder their lives."

	Nick didn't sound at all worried to Robert. That meant his
condition couldn't be that serious, but he wished he knew what the
condition was. Nick carried on inspecting the rest of Robert's body
before pronouncing him sound.

	Sarah was waiting for them outside. "So how is he, doc?" she
asked.

	"He's in perfect condition," Nick pronounced.

	Robert was glad the doctor didn't mention his condition. He
wanted to find out something about it before he even considered telling
Sarah. Robert paid for the shoes and had to be helped into them.

	"There's a knack to it," Sarah told him, "you'll get the hang of
it in a few days. In the meantime, I'll just have to give you a helping
hand." She smiled at him again. Robert was convinced there was more than
just friendship in it. Or maybe he was just hoping there was.

	They thanked the doctor and set off back to town. The shoes felt
odd, but they did cushion his feet against the hard surface of the road.
He was alone with Sarah again. His spirits were dampened by the
uncertainty of 'Gifford's Condition' hanging over him. He wouldn't be
comfortable until he knew how exactly it effected him. It couldn't be
too bad however, or the doctor would have been concerned.

	"Have you decided where you are going to live once you've sold
your apartment?" she asked him.

	"Not really, but I haven't a clue where I'll move to."

	"I'm getting a little tired moving around from one building job
to another. Maybe I'll look for another job and settle down."

	They made good time back to the hostel. Sarah wanted to do some
shopping, but Robert said he felt tired and wanted to have a lie down.
Once back in his room, Robert switched on the TV and accessed the data
channels.

	For a small fee he was able to access one of the on-line
encyclopaedias and download all the information it had on non-mythical
centaurs. He didn't want to waste time going through reams and reams of
Greek myth.

	There was a surprising amount of material, but he quickly
narrowed down his search to the references to Gifford's Condition. The
first reference he came across was frustratingly vague. It mentioned that
a significant minority had the condition, but that cases of it occurring
were much rarer these days, thanks to a new version of the DNA Centaur
Virus.

	The next reference he came across was a medical textbook. Robert
had a hard time following some of the details. "The complexities of the
DNA virus," read Robert, "means that occasionally the morphogenic process
may diverge from the correct path. The most common condition is also the
least harmful." Well, that was good news. "It is named after Arthur
Gifford, the first centaur to have this condition." There followed some
pictures of Arthur Gifford and some more of his rear end. "As can be
seen in fig 1, the human half of the transformation has worked as
expected. The equine segment however has undergone a divergence from the
expected template."

	Robert stopped reading. He had finally worked out what was
bothering him about the pictures of Arthur Gifford's anatomy. He walked
over to the wall mirror and lifted it from its mountings. He carefully
laid it on the floor and then walked over it.

	Bending forward and looking down between his legs at the mirror,
he could see his the underside of his rear for the first time. His
anatomy was similar to the ones in the photos. He should have been hung
like a stallion, but there was nothing there. Nothing at all. Thinking
back, he couldn't remember having an erection since his transformation.

	He lifted his tail and peered into the mirror. It was difficult
to get a clear view, but he could see enough. His head span as his worst
fears were confirmed. As he staggered upright he stepped on the mirror
and it cracked. Robert didn't care, he already had far more than just
seven years bad luck.

	He was stuck with this body for life, and it wasn't the body of
a stallion. From his waist down he was completely female. He was a mare!

	Robert collapsed on the bed. His great gamble had backfired
totally. He was stuck in this form and what chance did he have with Sarah
now? She wouldn't want to have anything to do with him as he was the
same gender as her! He was going to be stuck as a female for the rest of
his life!

TO BE CONTINUED...

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