"You almost lost control at a few points." Father Dulu's tone is cautious, but he does appear impressed.
"You were aiming to become a centaur?" he asks.
"Yes, Reverend Father. I felt it important to make a good first impression." your voice cracks as you speak. You feel your mane cascade down your spine, a traditional feature of all centaurs.
He pauses for a second, appearing uncertain how to proceed.
"You do realise that you need to have a clear image in your mind of exactly how you wish a transformation to complete..."
"Certainly father..." You run a hand over your body, in case you have horns or some other non-centaur feature.
"That you need to put aside modesty and concentrate even if it makes you uncomfortable... else the magic will take it's own path..."
"Please, father... In what way have I failed..." you sound a little more panicked than you want, but clearly he's trying to hint at something.
"Centauress, not centaur. Your equine half is a filly." he says.
Twisting in disbelief, you try to check out your own nethers....
You feel a churning, rippling sensation in your torso as the magic reaches towards it's conclusion. Your nipples swell, and swell, growing in sensitivity as they do. The feeling is oddly arousing, and you have to restrain your hands from reaching to caress them. You find you are panting in a husky but feminine manner.
Just as it feels irresistible you feel the pressure mount and mount. Without warning your breasts develop beneath the enlarged nipples and areolas.
Your shirt presses forward trying to contain the new flesh. The buttons start to gap, allowing the breasts to become visible to Father Dulu, you are embarrassed, and try to cover your chest with your arms. In the hope that'll contain or at least cover the problem.
But in the haze of hormones, you didn't feel your arms change too. They are thinner and less muscular, a smoothing layer of fat keeps them looking feminine.
Your eyes boggle as you try to estimate what size your new bust is. A difficult task with your inexperience and this view isn't one that you are used to either. But, they are too large to be held or even covered in your arms. They bulge over the top, and are squeezed out the bottom too.
As you feel the tingle of the magic flee your finger tips.... you feel a lot less cocky and self-assured.
Father Dulu floors you with one more question.
"Is your equine half house-trained?" his eye-brow rises.
Your mouth flaps silently before you close it, with a click of your teeth.
"If you prefer I can induct you as sorceress... or a wizard?"
The question seems offensive, coming hot on the heels of your mistake. But his face is open and sincere.
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