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"...Can I help the next person in line please?"

In front of Tamara, a heavyset man moved out of line as she handed him back his license over the desk; shuffling over to the photo zone for a new picture. In between the bustle she checked her computer, quickly scanning over her emails before the next person to attend arrived.

Hm. Nothing new. Ads, some spam mail, RSVP for that friend's wedding a month ago...

And that emergency warning from the Department of Transmorphological Affairs about a sudden outbreak of anomalous transformations downtown. Luckily it hadn't been near her so she didn't have to worry, but she was surprised about the lack of buzz on the news. Then again, the containment follow-up had come fairly swiftly after, and it probably would've been a big deal if it had been contagious or something, like what happened in Newart. Still though, she was surprised she hadn't seen any-

A husky, female voice neighed aboved her, before it was cut off quickly into a cough.

Tamara looked up, to where a large anthropomorphic horse-woman stood over her desk. She was about 8 feet tall, with a mane tied up into a thick white (ironically fitting) ponytail. Her coat, from what Tamara could see, was dominated with black fur and dappled in white spots, though a thicker white striped tapered down from her snout to her blunt, pink nose. She was also very clearly covered in muscle that had the clothes she was wearing hanging on for dear life. The sweatshirt she was wearing, clearly made for someone much smaller, fit her more like a makeshift sports bra as it covered her huge breasts, but simultaneously revealed the strong six-pack on her stomach, with just a hint of a white undershirt peeking beneath it. her jeans seemed like they would rip off at any moment from her thick, massively corded thighs. The sleeves of the sweatshirt were alike in this, but faring less better as they had very clearly ripped off as it showcased her melon-sized biceps. Tamara couldn't tell whether or not it was from her shoving her arms through or from growth while it was being worn, but considering how the sleeveholes of the sweatshirt seemed stretched and ragged as well, she would've bet the latter.

Tamara, a human who had reasonably never seen a giant horse woman before and had somehow missed her beforehand, reached under her desk and flicked a button. Instantly a metal shutter was sent up that closed the gap between the glass window and the desk.

The horse-woman whinnied frustratedly, before she dug into her stretched out pants pocket. "Gawd-dayum it, Aye ain't spreadin'! See?" She tore her hand out of her pocket, glancing at the piece of paper on it before shoving it against the window causing it to shake from the force. Sure enough, it was a DTA permit certifying her transformation was not contagious or otherwise a memetic cognitohazard. Tamara flipped the switch back down, relieving the safety shutter.

Tamara looked up apologetically. "I'm sorry. I...was just surprised. I was checking my other work documents and...wasn't expecting it."

The equine huffed. "Ah...guess ah can't blame ya. Ah know ah wouldn't either."

Tamara smiled. Ruffles smoothed over, back to business. "So what would be the cause of your visit today, ma'am?"

The muscled woman in front of her flinched. "Ah-don't-don't call me thayat, iffen you would. I don't-'M not shoor 'bout... Just-uh, call me Dona-Don. Just call me Don."

She nodded slowly. "...Would that be a Mr. or Ms. 'Don'?"

"Ah..." The horse was conflicted. "Dunno. Ah dunno raght now. Just Don, if tha-yat works."

Okay, she supposed it wasn't necessary yet. "Alright, Don. What would your visit today be for?" Realistically, Tamara could already guess how recently the horse must've transformed. Most likely a-

"A lah-cense renewal if yah would. "M'old one don't fit no more." Don explained.

. Right on the money. Tamara unfolded her hands as she moved a hand back to her computer screen.. "...Alright then, Don, would you have the necessary pieces of information?"

"Uhm...lessee..." They dug around in their front and back pants pocket, digging out a wallet before the horse rummaged around in the front pocket of the barely-surviving hoodie, digging out a few more pieces of paper.

They placed it all down and slid it under the glass window. "Ah think this'd be it?"

Tamara picked up the papers, shuffling them in order before she leafed through them all.

"Proof of legal identity..." For that Don had apparently provided her old I.D. card. In the picture was a reedy young human man with a scraggly beard, seemingly male. Donald Mckaran. Blood type: B+, Eyes: Blue, Age: 25. Citizenship, card number...

Height: 5'9. Tamara briefly glanced up as the horse towered over the DMV desk, just a couple feet short of the ceiling. She sighed and marked that for change.

Tamara looked up at the horse. "This would be you?"

The horse flushed and rubbed the back of her neck. "Yeah, y'know, just before'n all this happuhned. Didn't, uh, have all this muscle before." Don did a quick bicep flex. "Or these." She motioned to her breasts, straining the sweatshirts front, and then over the rest of her. "And y'know, not a big...horse gal either."

"Mhm." With that certification, she moved on to proof of residence address. Washington State, the local university, had provided that information with a piece of mail about his robotics tournament registration. Again she looked at the horse, but this time focusing on the severely overstretched sweatshirt to read the warped logo over the front. That also matched, it seemed.

Don peered over, seemingly noticing her looking at the university file. "Yeah, Ahm, a grad'jate of Washin'ton, got that raght. Was uh, on th' roh-botics team too, but, ah, couldn't do thay-at no more even iffen Ah wanted too." Their expression turned down, sighing.

Tamara nodded sympathetically as she went back to making sure the residence was correct from a few taps into the DMV's database.

"With all th' changes, Ah can't really remember the computery bits no more?" She scratched her head. "S'all kinda...fuzzy y'know. Ah try to remembuh the diff'rences buhtween operatin' systems and get real gosh-darn confused." She laughed bitterly. "Guess tha-yat 10-thousand-fuckin'-somethin' dollars for college and four years of work went to waste f' no reason. Thay-at alongside the car..."

That earned them a quizzical look from Tamara, distracting her for a moment. "Do you live nearby? If your car doesn't work, then how-"

"Ah ran." The horse said simply. "Or galloped, Ah guess. Couldn't really fit insahd the car and Ah mean..." They gestured toward their legs, powerful and tightly corded with muscle.. "Ah just...kept mahself cooped up insahd all day tryin' t' figger out th' computer again, n' Ah wasn't makin' no progress so Ah mean...

They shrugged. "Just came here mahself."

"...I see." Tamara returned to overlooking the papers, the explanation sufficing.

"They did say Ah'd get a car mah size to get to th' farm job they were able t' get me, so Ah'm not gonne be hoofin' it there, iffen ya get me."

"Mhm." Tamara half listened, flipped through the papers, many not really necessary for the process. "I believe I'd be missing your social security number, Don. Would you happen to have the card on you...?"

"Oh. Uh..." Don dug back inside their pants, pulling out their wallet. They opened it, and spent a minute flipping through the contents before their muzzle contorted into a confused expression.

Tamara tapped the desk patiently. "I believe it may be on an insurance card, if you have one?"

The horse's face lit up as they reached back in, finally pulling out a folded card triumphantly. "S'raght here!" They squinted, looking at the card. "Now ah think it's nahne-four-three-"

"No! Just-" The horse jolted as the human woman spoke up. "Please slide it under the window with all the other paperwork. I don't think this would be a good place to read that information aloud, yes?"

"Oh! Uh..." the horse looked around, seeing the other people in line behind them and at the other desks. Some still keenly surprised at the novelty of the anthropomorphic horse in line. "Suh-pose not. Here y'go."

They slid the card under, and Tamara input the numbers into the computer to search up the identifying digits. There was a moment of silence as the DMV clerk worked, leaving them both to be cloaked in the bustle of the office.

The silence of which left Don to contemplate. They shifted to the other foot, listening to another seam on her pants begin to rip, though as they looked down, seeing the small tear up her thigh continue to spread from when she'd tried to force the pants on this morning. The horse could remember when she-when they had worn this the other day as a human. It seemed baggy on them then, almost too loose for a skinny body surviving on mostly ramen and monster, but with the explosive growth they'd received on working on the same day as when the event hit...

Well, suffice to say she-they had been lucky that she hadn't been wearing it. Couldn't say the same for their work clothes, though. Don would need to buy a whole load of new clothing that actually fit their overly muscular size. At least the DTA had been open about providing that and a new place of work in the meantime. They felt a strong hand around their jawbone. Don was surprisingly pretty in their new form. It wasn't like they were just a horse in a barn either. Their human features tempered their horse ones into something...surprisingly pretty. Their snout wasn't overly distended, not pulling too far from their face but still displaying their pinkish nose rather cutely with all the muscle on their body. Still...

"Had to get alla' this before I had to move, ya know?" The equine titan said suddenly. Tamara's eyebrows raised to indicate she was paying attention as she sorted through the rest of the documents and honestly really listening at all, engrossed in the work of data entry. "Used 'tah work eye-tee, now I cain't even 'member what that's supposed to stand for."

Tamara mhm'ed. "I believe it might stand for 'Informational Technology?'"

"Ah guess." The mare huffed. "And Ah mean, Ah knew I learned 'bout all thay-at stuff but now s'just...hazy n' stuffy n' shit. Lahk a buncha rocks up there. Same with may-ath too. Y'know, got some a' th' times tables and division and stuff. Not much more."

Tamara nodded, grabbing the license renewal sheet from the shelf behind her. Don continued, though their tone seemed to shift as they discussed the less awful parts of the change.

"N' I mean I guess with muh sahze and stuff thay-at they were willin' t' get me a job out in th' boonies for some farm. Hell, could bench a tractor if Ah wanted to." The horse flexed an arm, and immediately the bicep swelled into a veritable watermelon of muscle while their sweatshirt held on for dear life against the pressure of the forearm size and the basketball sized breasts straining it. "Ah dunno though. Guess it couldn't be all thay-at bad, raght? Seems like Ah gotta buncha farmin' shit stored up there instead now, so Ah mean. Could runna tractor like nobody's business now, Ah reckon?" The prospect did seem exciting, and the horse could easily see herself plowing a field just with her own powerful muscles too. And I mean, getting to be outside, having a body that seemed to thrive with exercise...it wasn't that bad was it?

"Mhm." Tamara slid the paper through the window and pointed down at it with a fingernail. "Please fill this out to the best of your ability, if you could."

Don slid the paper over to them and slipped a scrawny pen from the desk between two strong fingers as they read over the paper. They squinted. "A-nuh-tomical doh-nor?"

Tamara sighed and got close to the window, guiding the draft horse through the application as she went, often needing to repeat certain sections so they could understand. Eventually, they slid it back to her. Tamara looked at it briefly before noticing two sections missing.

"Don, yes? I think you're still missing the gender and name categories of the application?" The horse pulled it back to where they could see it. Surely enough, intentionally or not, they had skipped over it.

"...I believe we'll need that to complete the process. I think 'Don' will work fine for the name, but I will need you to select one of the gender categories. I believe you may select nonbinary in this state? That would be the 'X' category there."

Don moved to fill it in, before hesitating. "Nah Ah think Ah'm...kinda okay with it now?" The muscular mare checked off the 'Female' box instead. "Ah think Ah'm good to, uh, embrace that fem-i-nine sahd for now."

"...and would 'Don' still be an acceptable name, or...?"

The horse scratched their chin. "...Ah think I might Donna just a li'l more, now." She quickly leaned down and scrawled her name into the box. As she passed it back through the gap once more the horse seemed to feel more...complete by taking ownership of the changes that had been beset on her.

"Wonderful. Now that those are completed, you don't have to worry about the renewal fee since it will be covered by the DTA. You'll just need a new picture for the license." Tamara pointed off to the camera station just as another person got up. "That'll be over there."

As the office clerk stepped to the back, Donna strode over to the seat in front of the camera. The plastic one was almost immediately crushed under her powerful body, but luckily a steel chair was able to be donated by another DMV clerk behind the counter. Even sitting in this one, her weight made it groan, but was able to survive as the horse was able to lean forward and divert some of the force to the ground instead.

The half an hour of waiting afterward was somehow the most painful part of the experience being there, but eventually that eternity subsided as Tamara arrived back at her desk to hand the mare her new drivers license, to which the mare took gratefully. Both so she wouldn't have to spend the rest of her afternoon there and explore what these new changes meant for her. For all the good or bad now, Donna had a new identity now.

All encapsulated in a little plastic card.