Mom always did say, I'd blossom into myself one day.
My tiny yellow ears perked upward cutely in the full length mirror of my room. Large vibrant orange eyes gazing off into the distance unable to focus on anything in particular. I very much doubted this is what she meant. Fluffy bright red hair cascading over my eyes softly, before a loud snort escaped my tiny yellow muzzle.
My name is Adam Crune. Until just yesterday, I was a normal average guy who lead an uneventful life. Sure I had my guilty pleasures just like anyone else in the world, but they didn't warrant my humanity being stripped away by force.
I was an avid fan of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. I enjoyed the earlier seasons to the older ones, but the show still had some merritt. Cute art style, wonderful stories, and of course the characters that almost seemed to become part of your life.
Being the fan I was, I enjoyed catching specials on television or perhaps buying the occasional plushie off the internet. But as for cosplaying or even joining a fan site, I tended to shy away from such social options. I'd be the first to admit, I wasn't the most extroverted person out there.
So suddenly waking up as Apple Bloom was quite the shock to be honest. Before you click off my story thinking I'm insane, just know I'm being one hundred percent honest with you! We Apples, have a tendency not to lie outright.
I just woke up in the body of a young filly. I didn't meet an odd merchant in an eerie alley or read some magical spell off an email in my inbox. It just kind of happened, I honestly didn't even feel pain while changing.
That or I'm a very heavy sleeper.
I remember trying to slide out of bed to use the bathroom. But being so tiny I plunged to the floor with a thud. The loud crash of a tiny equine smacking muzzle first onto the floor, caused my parents to run inside worried. Of course screaming and panic ensued, but didn't really last as long as you'd think.
My Stepmother Karen noticed the little filly flopping around on the floor was wearing my oversized pajamas. The rest was pieced together really easily, Dad staying mute in a shocked silence for nearly the whole day.
Oddly enough I couldn't talk. Sure I could make little horse noises and maybe a few squeals here and there. But I didn't own a cute southern accent by any stretch of the imagination. So here I sit in my room alone, trapped in a tiny yellow body of fluff with fiery red hair sprouting from both ends.
Such a horrible way for a life to end.
“Adam?” Karen poked her head into my room cautiously. Her pale blue eyes locking on my oversized orange hues innocently.
“...” I clopped my little yellow hoof on the floor twice for yes.
Or should it have been once?
Had I been replying “No.” to my Stepmother all night long?
“How are you doing? Did you sleep well?” Karen pushed the wooden frame of the door open wide, kneeling down to the floor smiling sweetly.
“Mmm.” I moaned softly in place, walking over to her with saddened eyes.
“I know, you feel frustrated.” Karen gently scritched a sweet spot behind my ear. Sending a warm wave of pleasure down my hooves in excitement.
My eyes gazed up to her for answers in a somber manner. Karen simply reaching into her back pocket removing a bright red apple. My little muzzle sniffing over the surface inspecting the glossy outer skin. A scent of infinite sweetness filling my nostrils in a matter of seconds. Greedily, I snatched the apple from her grasp, trotting off to enjoy my snack.
“Is he better?” Dad appeared out of the hallway in disgust of my current predicament.
“She's eating?” Karen shrugged her narrow shoulders as I bit loudly into my apple watching them speak.
It was surreal to hear people talk about you, as if you weren't even there. Or worst yet, as if you were just a simple minded animal. The lovely sweet juices of a well grown Red Delicious filling my mouth. My cheeks puffing out adorably as I chewed happily on my food.
“He's not a...I mean it's …” Dad rubbed his fingers firmly across his pounding temple in utmost confusion.
“Honey, I'm not sure if she'll ever turn back?” Karen spoke those icy words of despair.
My heart sank deep into my chest as I let out a loud whinny. Karen and my father flashing a gaze of uncertainty. My Stepmother quick to coo aloud, kneeling back to my eye level. Dad keeping his distance and exiting the room.
“Adam! Don't worry, we won't ever abandon you!” Karen held her slender arms outward offering a warm embrace.
I could feel tears stinging my eyes. My lips parting to let a loud whimper escape my muzzle. I was so frightened yet couldn't even share my feelings with anyone. Sobbing softly, I cantered into my Stepmother's open arms, feeling her wrap my tiny body in a loving hug.
Karen squeezing my tiny frame, I buried my muzzle into her shoulder tenderly. I felt so lost and alone, I just needed my family to be there, if only for a moment. Karen soothingly began singing a lullaby from her youth into my ear, my heart slowing to a calmer rhythm.
I regretted that in my human form, I wasn't as close, as I should've been with her. My body soon lifting off the floor, cradled protectively in my mother's arms. I wished this moment would last
forever, the frightening reality awaiting me something to truly fear.
Would I forever be a pony?
If so, what would my life become?
I prayed that in the morning, I'd be back to normal.
But this was sadly, just the beginning of my waking nightmare.