Commission for Internmatt over on DA

Emma's family has had quite a particular trait passed down through the generations. Now shes afraid her daughter Julie has inherited it as well.

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Emma smiled as she made lunch, it was going to be a nice day with just her and her daughter. She hadn’t seen Julie since christmas when she came home for winter break from college, and she was glad her husband had taken her twin boys out for the day. She was a bit worried though, some things Julie had mentioned in her phone calls had her concerned she might of inherited the same...condition she had dealt with her entire life.
At first it was simple stuff, Julie asking her to send extra razors in her care packages, her deciding to go vegetarian and then change her mind seemingly within the same week. Things that Emma could write off as her daughter just experiencing the college life. It was when Julie started complaining of foot pain and asked for a larger pair of shoes that Emma tied it together.
She remembered going through a similar experience around her last year of high school, and if she was right Julie would not like what was coming next if emma didn’t do something about it. She’d save her daughter from the embarrassment she went through at her senior prom if she could. It was about time Julie learned the truth, she was actually surprised she hadn’t wondered about those long weekends Emma took quite regularly while Julie was growing up. Emma had tried to research the cause over the years, and best she could come up with is that an ancient ancestor had been the first one to get it, The curse weakening every generation until it became the mostly manageable state it was now.
When her daughter came down for breakfast emma could see even more signs that she was right. Julies hair was significantly longer than yesterday and she had styled it in such a way that her ears were completely hidden. Emma herself was familiar with the style, having used it many times to hide her own when they were less than human. Not to mention she had just grunted at her instead of saying good morning, as she shoveled the oatmeal into her mouth.

“Good Morning Dear, trying out a new hairstyle?” She said trying to get her daughter's attention away from the food, which she was sure her budding instincts were making the number one priority.

“Huh? Oh Morning...and yea, the “just rolled out of bed” style” Julie responded with a chuckle seeming to break from her trance and slow down significantly.

“I can see” Emma laughed as well “Did you like the new shoes we sent?”

“They're ok, its weird, its like some days they're too big and others just fine, it’s like my feet can’t decide what size there gonna be” she said ending with an annoyed snort before going back to her breakfast.

Emma nodded at even further confirmation of her fears before changing the subject, “Since it’s just us today, how about we go on a little trip...a girls day out if you will.” Emma said smiling.

“I don’t know mom, i haven't been feeling well..” Julie mumbled, scratching at her arm.

Emma noticed the faint signs of fur coming in where her daughter had scratched. “We’ll get some apple pie from that place you like” emma said, playing on her daughter's changing tastes.

“Oh! Okay! Can we leave now!” Julie said hopping up, which worried emma, she was obviously being affected by this more than she thought.

“Sure...let me just get ready, I’ll meet you at the car in a few minutes.” Emma said as she watched her daughter bolt out the door. Heading upstairs she gathered her usual supplies when she had to make one of these trips for herself. The most important of which was the cure to the ailment. The brilliant blue flowers that allowed her to change back after letting go for some time. Heading outside, she was a bit shocked to see Julie nibbling on some of the wild flowers next to the car.

“Julie? Why are you eating flowers?” she shook her head, trying to look less serious.

“Oh! Well i was smelling them and they smelled so good, I figured id try a taste. There really good!” she smiled getting in the passenger seat. Emma noticing that her shoes were looking tight, seems she had outgrown the new pair already.

Emma just shook her head and got in herself, the prospect of the flowers appealing to her own self, but she had to keep it together, one of them needed to be able to drive.

The trip took about 2 hours, and 30 minutes in her daughter had already passed out, the changes starting to show now, seemingly triggered by her colorful snack. The tiredness was a normal side effect, the body having to work a lot as it changed. Her nose was visibly swollen now, just starting to merge with her mouth do to its size. Her ears were by far the most advanced, nearly fully done, poking through her hair and swiveling at every sound. Her daughter was growing as well, her clothing hugging her frame as she put on mass, emma felt the familiar itch of her own condition starting, her daughter changing next to her seeming to influence it.
Emma had nothing to worry about though, she had changed enough times to know how to have a fair degree of control over it, she could hold it off for another day if she really had to, so slowing it down enough to not impede her from driving was not an issue.

As the trip slowly ticked by Emma tried to concentrate on the road, her daughter proving to be quite a distraction as she changed, becoming more and more equine. She actually jumped in surprise a bit as she heard the destruction of her daughter's shoes sound with a loud *RRRRIPPP* as her pseudo hooves broke through the constricting footwear. The large black nail that was the swollen middle toes sticking out accompanied by a plethora of fur poking through at every small tear. Her shoes were certainly not the last victim, her daughters outfit popping seams seemingly every few minutes, a large gap between her strained belt and her shirt forming as she was constantly growing taller, a furred swollen belly showing as her torso continued to round out, her ears now folding against the roof of the car as they continued swiveling in her sleep. Small nickers and whinnys issuing from her small muzzle as she dreamt.
Thankfully Emma was almost there, perhaps only another 20 minutes, so her daughter should be able to get out of the car unless she had growth spurt, which was uncommon for the curse. As she pulled into the national park she sighed in relief, she had been having trouble holding off her own change the entire ride, much more than she planned for. Her hands were starting to get stiff, making driving a little bit more of a challenge despite her best efforts to keep the change from them. Thankfully other than her hands, a lack of slack in her outfit, and some pointy ears she had managed.
Turning off the engine with a sigh, she got out and stretched as she looked at the beautiful and secluded forest. Blushing in surprise as one of her shirt buttons decided to fly free.

“Guess I had less time than I thought” she grumbled, undoing the others and taking it off to save the shirt, throwing a old t-shirt and sweatpants from her trunk as sacrificial replacements for the nicer clothes, just in time too considering she had to do quite the shimmy to free her hips from her jeans. She saw made sure the spare clothes she had packed for herself and julie after they returned to human form were easily accessible as well.
Turning her attention to her still slumbering daughter, she opened her door and tried to wake her up, but she was knocked out cold. Snorting in annoyance Emma ungracefully pulled her daughter out, trying her best not to get her stuck in the car door as she was far to heavy to lift now. With a moderate thump Julie's significantly equine body tumbled out, covered in the torn remains of her clothes.
Crawling out from under her daughter, Emma tried to make her comfortable as she locked up the car and hid the keys, buttoning up everything she needed hands for. She had stopped trying to hold back her own changes since she arrived, there was no reason now, and already they were happening quite fast. The old T-shirt and sweatpants, loose only a half hour ago when she put them on were growing tight, her feet were well on there way too hooves, Emma now putting her weight on her the growing black nail rather than her heels.
She had hoped to talk to her daughter and explain what was happening, but she had been unable to wake her up, the first change was particularly draining, and even with all the extra calories at breakfast, Julie was out for the duration of the change. Emma had taken precautions though, having a prerecorded explanation ready to go once she did wake up, since she doubted she would be able to talk at that point still, in fact based on her own current progress, she would probably be done with her changes as well.

Sitting down with a yelp combined with a neigh, Emma awkwardly reached around behind her and freed her blossoming tail from her pants, her arms barely able to get her stiffening hands back there, her joints rearranging to work for forelegs not arms. She nickered as she saw it swishing behind her, joining her daughters which was already fully grown at this point. In Fact julie was nearly done changing, she was still growing a bit, but there was very little human left showing. Just a Chocolate brown horse with a Blonde mane.
Emma snorted as she felt her face push out, beginning to become the large muzzle she’d still never grown used too even after all these year. She hoped her daughter remained asleep at this point, waking up as a different species would be enough to send her into a panic, let alone seeing a her mother three quarters of the way changed as well. Emma could also chase after her once she was fully changed.
Emma Sat there next to her daughter For the next Half hour as her changes finished. Eventually leaning forward onto her forehooves and shaking off the scraps that had been the T-Shirt and Sweatpants she walked over to her daughter and nuzzled her. It worked surprisingly well as Julie's eyes slowly opened after the first try. A look of horror and confusion slowly taking over as she observed her surroundings.
Emma Carefully made her way over to the tape player, deftly hitting the button with the tip of her nose. Hopefully her daughter would understand at least the basics from the tape, and she could enjoy the weekend in with her.