Allison reads the manual.
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Allison reads through the manual for the remote muttering “No” “What kind of joke is this?”, and the like in disbelief. Finally, she sets the manual down and picks up the remote itself, feeling a shiver of uncertain anticipation as she holds it.

Her eyes go to her closet, a few outfits visible through the open door. “I suppose swapping clothes with something I own is a safe test,” she says as she looks over the buttons to find the right one. In two clicks, she's suddenly wearing a dark blue dress of hers and she gasps, covering her mouth to keep from screaming. “Oh my god! It works, it works, it works, it works.” She says over and over, until she calms down almost a minute later.

Then she holds up the remote and looks at it one more time. “Oh hell. You can't be real... but you'll be so much fun.” She says as a smile crossing her lips.

Allison merges her father with Misty.
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Allison feels a flood of nervousness as she points the remote at her dad and the horse. Allison feels a bit of relief as he seems to ignore the device. She presses the merge button. One moment, she's looking at her dad as he's lifting Misty's hoof up, then, she's looking at an anthropomorphic and very female horse, wearing her fathers clothes, her mane braided and hanging down her back. Not only that, she's hot, her lips oddly luscious and feminine, with F-cup breasts and an hourglass figure.

The new female mix of her dad and Misty steps out of the stall and closes the door to it. “Thanks for stopping by to say Hi, honey.” Allison stares, struck speechless for a moment, making her father give her a concerned look. “Allison? Are you alright.” Allison nods, recovering as she asks, “A-are you alright, dad?” The horse-woman smiles at her and nods, “Yeah, but you should really get used to calling me Misty, honey. You've been bad about it ever since we went through that procedure.”

Hearing that, Allison turns and walks quickly out of the stable to not freak out in front of her father. She rushes to a storage shed and hides behind it, staring at the remote in shock. “H-he thinks he did that himself? Earlier? How could this do that?” Then, after a moment, she shakes her head, “I was kind of thinking of the change being that way. Did this thing really just change the entire world?”

Allison mergers her mother with Charger.
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Allison selects Charger from the remotes memory, then points it at her mother. Suddenly, looking a lot like her father, her mother is an anthro horse, her figure and noticeably larger breasts, proving she's almost all female, although looking a bit younger. She's now wearing a dark-green dress that, sitting down, does nothing to hide the fact she has Chargers equipment between her legs.

Allison takes a deep breath, trying to hold back the nervous panic she still feels at causing such a drastic change. Then, curious to get any details she can, she asks, “S-so. How's merging with Charger?” She asks.

Jane stifles a giggle at the question, “It's amazing, Allison. I can't imagine I've not said it enough, even though Charger was getting a bit old, I have so much more energy now.” Allison shakes her head at this, “H-how come you got Charger and dad got Misty?”

With a look of supreme patience, as if she's heard this question a few times before, “You're father was dead-set on Misty and we weren't even thinking of doing anything with Charger, but after Misty's merger keeping Charger around longer was just too valuable. The best breeder we've ever had.” With that, Jane smiles at her as Allison begins to sweat a little, nervous and excited. “Y-yeah. We've made a lot of money off of Charger.”

Allison gives herself a horse-cock to play with.
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Stripped down to her underwear, Allison nervously sits on the edge of her bed, pointing the remote at herself and with a couple of clicks, she gasps as she suddenly has a copy of Chargers cock instead of her female sex, the stallions large sheath and balls feeling odd and intriguing as she brings her hands to it. She shivers as she slides her hand under her sack, half of it filling one hand as her other glides across the glans nestled in her new sheath, shooting low, but exotic pleasure into her as her fingers start to trace over it, causing her new cock to start to harden, quickly pushing itself out of her sheath, accompanied by a moan of pleasure as her other hand moves to start stroking her shaft.

“Ohh, god yes!” She moans out as her hands pick up speed, pleasure driving her hands over her cock as the flared head of her cock rising up to her chin as pre starts to droll from her slit, starting to run down her shaft, her hands stroking her length, getting sticky as her hips buck in pleasure as she works her unfamiliar sex to her fist male orgasm.

Allison puts her mouth to the strange head of her cock and starts to kiss and lick it, although after a couple of seconds, her hips buck again and she cries out as cum bursts from her cock, spraying her face, and then her wall as she falls back onto her bed, rocked by an intense, pulsing pleasure with each spurt of cum from this amazing cock.

The young horse-cocked shemale lays panting on her bed for minutes, her cock receding back into its sheath before she finally licks her lips, tasting her salty cum again. She coo's out, running a hand down her sheath before cupping her large, lemon sized balls. “That felt amazing.” She says, sitting up and running a finger down her cum-coated face. “Messy as hell, though.”

Smiling from the afterglow, Allison opens a drawer on her nightstand, “Hell yeah. Wet-wipes,” she says with a smile, taking some of them and cleaning herself a bit. “What about my sheets and everything?” She asks, looking at the wall, and her bed, before noticing the blanket is a bit different and the cum isn't really soaking into it. “Wow, this reality adjusting to the changes can be pretty awesome.” With that, she takes care of the mess she made.

Allison gets back to her room after the shower.
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Allison couldn't resist stroking herself off again in the shower, cementing the temptation to keep her new sex. It was pretty satisfying to just wash the cum down the drain rather then having a mess to clean up. Once in her room, her eyes sparkling, she kneels beside her bed and pulls out a locked box.

She grabs the key from her nightstands drawer and opens the box, here eyes gleaming as she looks at the contents that have replaced her dildo and vibrator. “Hell yeah.” She says, looking over large toys designed to pleasure her horse-cock, including some condoms to help keep things cleaner. “Alright, this just keeps getting better.”

Allison runs into a couple she knows.
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Walking through the halls, Allison comes across Bryce and Terry, Bryce with his brown hair and eyes and Terry with red hair and green eyes both look like they're straight from central casting for a big, kind jock and his cheerleader girlfriend, Bryce packing muscles and size that make him an impressive quarterback on the field and Terry with her long hair, D-cup breasts, perfect skin, figure, and ass.

Allison is on speaking terms with them. On their own, or even together, they can be decent, but around their peers, they follow along with their cruelty a little too easily. Allison smiles as she palms the remote and walks up to them. “Bryce, Terry. How are things?”

Bryce smiles and shrugs, “It's alright. Just chatting a little before class.” He says as Allison points the remote at him.