Hard As Hoof (Outline)

• “New year, new me!”
• Jerry was excited. He held a bottle in his hand called “Hard As Hoof”. He had gotten it from a special shop that promised him a brand-new look for the year.
• A little use of this specialized hair gel and he would be off for a whole new look this year
• The paleish man squirted some of the hair gel into his hands and rubbed it into his dry, brownish, scraggly hair
• Rubs and slicks it back, thinking about what the people said. It’ll make you look fabulous, handsome and striking~
• Those green ladies sure know a thing about this kind of stuff. I’m sure I’ll…
• Finishing rubbing it into his scalp, his hair quivers and his head feels warm.
• Looking into his bathroom mirror, his hair puffs up and grows out long in the back
• Locks thicker, style gets wavier and bigger, puffing out more above his forehead
• Hair turns bright, gleaming dark pink with sparkles into it.
• Jerry is taken aback by this change, confused. Pink was striking, but it didn’t strike him as particularly handsome for himself.
• His head throbs with a headache, gritting his teeth as he hunches forward.
• He grips the sink, but tries to keep his eyes on his reflection. Something is happening.
• A long, twirling horn, bright blue, sprouts from the top of his forehead, piercing through his long mane
• What the hell is happening to me?! His heart is racing.
• Bright, creamy white fur grows around his horn and spread overs his forehead and to the rest of his face.
• Eyebrows turn pink as his mane.
• He’s confused, but feels like he should’ve expected this from buying from witches
• His ears stretch out into equine ears
• He huffs, ears bending back. This is not what he wanted. He didn’t want horse ears, a horn, or… such… oddly nice pink hair
• He frowns. Didn’t he just dislike it? Why is he feels so… positive suddenly about pink hair?
• He’s about to think more when he trembles, gritting his teeth and clenching his eyes shut. Face feels numb
• Fur covers the rest of his mug as his nose changes and face pushes out into a horse muzzle
• Eyes open and he gasps, feeling his muzzle. He has the head of a horse now!
• His heart races. Holy crap, that… that muzzle looks great on him!
• He looks and feels handsome. Jerry doesn’t get it, but it feels natural in a way?
• He feels his face, thinking this has to be something else at work… but part of him doesn’t exactly mind though?
• His shirt feels tighter. Shoulders broaden a bit more as his body grows taller
• Fur is rushing down his form as his shirt stretches more, his torso broader
• Feels chest and stomach, noticing pecs and abs beneath it. I’m… I’m getting…
• Shirt feels a few sizes too small, his muscle definition very noticable and defined behind it.
• A small smile forms. This… this he likes! He also did want to be big… be strong. Why not enjoy this?
• Arms tremble and he raising them
• Muscles are bulking up as well here, causing him to smirk. I wonder…
• He flexes and biceps bulge, sleeves ripping open and tearing in several places.
• Heh, awesome! Always wanted to do that.
• The flexing caused the white fur to swiftly cover his arms and hands
• Fingernails turn blue and cloaked his fingertips for hoof-like fingers
• Jerry is smirking and feels proud. He shakes his head to the sides, hair bouncing and whisking about majestically.
• God, what the hell was I thinking before? I look amazing like this! Who wouldn’t be great like this?
• Legs bulk up as fur flows over them. His body is feeling warmer from the new fur coat, but he doesn’t pay it much mind.
• His feet feel odd, socks as well. He looks down, finding his standing stance different.
• He sits down on the toilet and removes his socks.
• Feet are already changing, toes merging together as hoof-like material is covering up, also blue like fingernails
• Legs shift to fit new hooves as Jerry stands up on them. Hooves thicken up and despite being wobbly, he finds himself able to move about on them with ease much to his relief.
• Jerry goes back to appreciately himself in the mirror. I look great… but~
• Rips shirt off without a care. He could get another shirt… or not. Maybe he could walk around casually like this? Who wouldn’t want to see him like that?
• Part of him starts listing off various people, but he ignores it as he admires his physique.
• Observing his reflection, he does note that he certainly looks like a unicorn. Just as striking and cool… but something is missing.
• There’s a loud rip and he looks over his shoulder. Hard to see, so he turns his back to the mirror.
• There we go! A pink, dazzling unicorn tail as well, which is swaying from side to side.
• Jerry faces the mirror again, smiling. Yeah, this look was good! He could totally get used to look like this.
• Now this was starting the year right! He flexes his arms again, smuggly smirking.
• He looks at the gel bottle again as a thought occurs to him. His girlfriend, Olivia, how would she look with this stuff? She did love unicorns. Maybe she’d go for the unicorn look as well~
• THE END?