//------------------------------// // What just happened? // Story: Twilight for a Day // by Mike the Red //------------------------------// "Mike, could you go get me a glass of water from the kitchen?" asked Brenda. "Didn't I just get to sleep a couple of hours ago? Yeah, I guess," I grumbled. I looked at the alarm clock, which was sitting on the near corner post of our bed. It read 4:32 AM. "Why do you have to wake up so early?" I asked, with a little exasperation. The shock of my new voice startled me, but it was my wife, Brenda, who woke up with a start. "Who are you? Where's Mike?" she asked, more than a little nervous to hear a female voice coming from my side of our bed. "Relax, it's just me, Mike," I said, and then covered my mouth with what should have been my hands -- only now, it felt like my arms had lost those hands. I panicked. "Where the hay are my hands?" I asked, nearly shouting the question. "What the fuck happened to you, Mike?" she asked and rose from the bed to turn on the light. She flicked the light switch and came over to my side of the bed, seeing a lavender colored head, adorned with a small horn and long straight hair of navy blue, with a purple and pink streak running from my bangs on down. "What the fuck are you?" "I dunno, let me see here," I said, still unnerved by the female voice. I know my voice already has some femininity to it, as I have been mistaken for being female when talking on the phone to folks who don't know me. I tried to sit up, propping myself up by placing my "arms" behind me on my pillows. The stumpy ends sank into the pillows and I lost my balance and fell backwards, hitting the back of my head against the headboard. "Ow, that hurt!" "I should have known something like this would happen to you," she muttered. "You have those ponies on your computer. I didn't know you really wanted to become one of them!" she said, with quite a bit of contempt in her voice. "Brenda, I had no idea something like this would happen!" I protested, and still, that voice! There's no escaping it! I inspected myself a little more closely, seeing that I was now a lavender unicorn and tried to pull the cover off as best I could. I usually sleep on my right side at the edge of the bed, with the edge of the cover just hanging over my body. My new body was considerably smaller than my human one and my physical strength was equally reduced. Being female made the lack of physical strength that much more evident. "Here, let me help you," she said. She pulled the cover off, unveiling my whole unicorn body. Lavender all the way around, from horn to hooves, the navy blue with purple and pink streaks from bangs to tail. "Oooh, what's this for?" she asked, lightly touching my horn. "Uh, careful how you touch that," I said. "It's very sensitive, just like the nipples of your breasts." Her touch to my horn is ever so slight, but the heat from her fingers sends an electric thrill through my body. I do my best to control the feeling, but I let a small moan escape my lips. "Is it really THAT sensitive?" she asked, still very curious about my appearance. "Yeah, it is, so please be careful. That thing also serves as the focal point for magic use," I said. "Does that mean you can actually use magic?" she asked, growing more surprised with the combination of my voice and mannerisms, which seemed to be taking over my body. Maybe it was the shock of the gender switch. Not sure of which, but it did feel kinda nice... "So which pony are you?" she asked, as she never watched the show. "Twilight Sparkle," I said, beaming a smile. "My favorite of the group, the smartest one, the one who has the most powerful magic, and faithful student of Princess Celestia." "Who?" "If you had ever bothered to watch the show, you'd know about me, the Princess, and the other main characters of the show," I said, almost indignantly. My attitude surprised even me, because I'm not this assertive by nature. "Well, if you can use magic, show me what you can do," she said, still unconvinced. "This is new to me, so I'm not sure if I'll be able to pull it off," I said. I concentrated, and my horn started to glow purple, or at least that's what she said. I looked at the TV on our bookshelf in the corner of the room, and pictured it moving up above the bookshelf, ever so slightly. It moved up, and then a little higher. "Hey Brenda, you see the TV over there?" "Uh..." she said, her eyes going wide with shock. "Okay, I'll set it down gently," I said, slowly allowing the TV to set back down on the bookshelf gently. That TV is a 37" flat screen that weighs about 50 pounds. Moving it made my head feel a little dizzy. "I guess I need some more practice," I grinned. "Uhhh, what else can you do?" she asked. "Not sure, but her magic is quite strong. Maybe I can try teleporting?" I concentrated again, and a lavender POP appeared over the bed where I had been laying. I was now laying on the floor beside her. "Jesus, Mike, do you have to scare me like that?" "Please call me Twilight, if you would, that would make it easier." "Mike, I'm not gonna call you Twilight, 'coz you ain't her!" "Brenda..." I paused for thought, "If I'm in her body, that makes me her, at least in THIS reality level," I said, still trying to convince her -- or maybe I was trying to convince myself. I made an attempt to get on all fours, finding the effort to be rather difficult. "This is going to take some getting used to." "How are you going to drive me to work? How are you going to work in THAT body? What are your co-workers going to say? How are we going to pay the bills?" she asked, in very rapid fashion. She asked some more questions, but I tuned her out as I finally managed to get on all four hooves, and started testing my walking motion. I promptly fell on my face, making a heavy thud as I fell. "Ow," I said again. "Can you hold off on the questions for a minute, Brenda? I actually thought about what might I might do if something like this happened. Anyway, you saw me teleport, so I should be able to take you instantaneously from here to your jobsite, or at least I think I can." "If it's anything like what you just did getting out of bed, I'd rather have someone else drive me to work." "Yeah, doing that made my stomach hurt," I observed, rubbing it with my right fore-hoof. "How long are you going to be stuck like that?" she asked, apprehension tinging her words. "I have no idea, Brenda." I started to worry now. I might lose my job, my house, my car, and my wife. The kids were hers, through previous relationships, but I had none by her. "I might have to make a new identity for myself, and I have no idea how this society would react to a talking unicorn, especially one who's only 3 and a half feet tall." I started to finally get a rhythm going for walking -- right front, right back, left front, left back, repeat ad infinitum...