As soon as Eilidh woke up, she could tell that something was different. Every inch of her body was tingling. She hadn't even opened her eyes, but she could feel that she was younger. Her body was healthier and in better working order. Her skin was smooth. And she could feel something below her waist. She could....actually feel below her waist. Her eyes shot straight open and she turned to look, immediately seeing that below her waist was the body of a horse.

She screamed. But nobody heard her.

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One hour later, she was trotting around her floor  testing out her four new legs (In the tower block she lived in, every floor was one very large apartment, as opposed to there being several small apartments per floor as many other blocks had.) She could only vaguely remember how to use two legs! On the other hand, that made the process easier. She didn't need to 'forget' how to walk with two feet. The first thing she had noticed besides the changes to her own body was that all the windows on her floor had been blown in. Her wheelchair lay crumpled in a heap in the corner of her room. In fact, she herself had woken up on the floor.

Besides the horse's body, another change had occurred to Eilidh; she was younger. In fact, she had the upper body of her teenage self. Her short, white hair was not long and curly. Of course, this would mean having to once again find something fashionable to wear. She naturally did not have clothing befitting a teenager currently in her possession. The most fitting thing she found was a tight, dark top with a shoulder missing. It was reasonably hip. She also used a clip-around skirt to hide the 'transitional area' between her hips and the horse's body. Looking herself in the mirror, she liked what she saw, but it still needed more...youth! Plus the horse's body itself was a bit plain. She should dress it it up a bit. The only appropriate thing was a circular silk table decoration. It would have to do. She also tied a ribbon in her tail, for all the difference that made, and also tied one in her hair, which she was begging to find annoying left loose, and she hadn't the patience to straighten it. As for the 'youth', she found some warm, very modern fingerless gloves in her bottom drawer. They were a present she received in her forties, back when she was clinging on to the last shreds of being able to dress modern. She'd never worn them in her life. She put them on now.

Grabbing her credits, she nodded at her reflection. Ready to hit the city! She moved her arms as if to reverse her wheelchair, and they brushed her hairy horse body. It would still take some getting used to...

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Trotting down the street, Eilidh had fallen into the trotting rhythm. Walking on four legs wasn't as hard as she'd have thought once she knew how. Of course, nobody recognised her. Nobody tried to. Everywhere she looked, changes had occurred to everyone, and not all of them were success stories. The streets were gruesome. The roads were filled with debris. It was truly starting to feel like day one of the post-apocolypse.