Jolted awake by the offending noise and the irritation fresh in my mind, someone's fortune does not bode well. I turn my full attention to the door to hear what I can on the other side.
"Shane, are you in there?" I could hear being said by what I recognize as the voice of my 14 year old nephew.
"What?" I call out with anger dripping from my voice.
"Shane, is that you?" He questioned.
"Yeah, of course it's me! Who else could I be?" I say as my anger from the last conversation, fully shifts towards the Justin Bieber lookalike on the other side of that door.
"You don't sound like him." He retorts.
Reaching a boiling point, I jump out of bed and quickly unlock and open the door to face the current object of my rage.
"What do you want?" I demand while staring daggers that the teen.
"You're a pony?" Are the first words out of his mouth as he adopt a surprised and confused look.
How mad do I have to be to completely forget the gravity of my current situation and the fact that the teen I face now is also a brony?
"If that's all you have to say, then I'm going back to sleep." I say while moving to close and lock my door again, until I found that a foot had been lodged in it.
"Wait, how did you do that, how long have you been like that?" He said now putting his weight into opening the door.
"Not now Nate! I'm tired, irritable, and sick!" I say trying to force the door closed, but failing due to the size and weight difference, curse pegasus bodies for being so light.
It took me a few seconds later of useless struggle for me to realize just how far I'm not getting.
'You know what?' I thought to myself while getting an idea.
I then stopped struggling and jumped back while getting ready to pounce with my wings flared out. Once that door fully opened, I let loose my spur of the moment plan.
"ROO ROO ROO ROO ROO ROO!" I began by doing my best Jasmine impression while leaping forward at the teen.
I must have caught him off guard as he turned and began to bolt down the hallway back to his room. I follow in hot pursuit to drive in my point of not wanting to be bothered.
"Gimmie them kneecaps!" I shout as the hysteria of the moment reaches a high point.
Moments later, Nate is behind his own door with an angry pegasus mare on the other side. Standing at the ready. I want to go back to my own room at this point, but I wait for him to try and open his door. A few seconds and I was rewarded with just that.
"ROO ROO ROO ROO!" I bark out again while he shuts his door in response.
"Yeah, that's what I thought!" I say now pleased with the situation.
"What's going on?" My mother says as she appears in the hallway looking reasonably bewildered.
"Raspberry bubblegum, that's what!" I say while lacking the means to come up with a proper answer, as I make my way back to my own room.
I ignore the rest of what happens as I close and lock my own door, followed by me jumping back into my bed. Once down and resting, the anger slowly faded allowing me to review the situation that just unfolded.
"Luna help me, I need to see my psychiatrist sometime soon." I say aloud when looking back with a more sane mind.
As I laid there, enough time passed for me to realize that I wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon. I couldn't help but wonder if that rich woman's head dress had anything to do with it.
"Fine, I may not be able to get to you now, but just you wait until I get tired again." I say to nowhere in particular as I get up.
I really wasn't sure what I wanted to do at this point, I needed to rest but laying down just seemed so boring. I could get on my laptop, but I'm not sure if that would be the best idea. I like the idea of talking to my friends, but I don't know how they would react to my new condition. Better yet, how will the rest of my family react to this? There's only two that actually know and knowing my mother, the news will spread like wildfire.
"Oh no..." I say as my blood turns to ice.
"She hasn't gotten on facebook yet has she, are there any pictures taken of me?" I say while my panic started to grow.
Am I over reacting? The news will spread eventually, but is my panic justified? Being my family, you'd think that they would be accepting of it. Only I don't know for sure how things might turn out, there is always that what if, and it can be really terrifying.
"I need to find a way to relax." I say with a sigh.
Despite the experience from earlier, I decided to head out into the living room. It's probably not the best idea right now, but what else can I do? Once I reached my destination, I immediately hopped onto the recliner to begin my pursuit for a comfortable position. It took a little while, but I managed to find such a position by curling slightly and tucking my legs underneath myself. I could find a bit of solace in the fact that the living room is empty, save for two dogs, one of which is now in my face.
"Not now Jasmine, go lay down." I say putting out a hoof to stop the onslaught of licking.
A few pushes here and there were made while the doberman came back for more rounds, it lasted a minute or so before she gave up the advance. Just after that event ended, I heard the distinct sound of Nate's door opening. Hearing that sound made me breath deeply and sighing at my predicament. I'm too comfortable in this recliner right now, so getting up and running for it is out the window.
"Fine... I guess I'll just deal with the situation this time." I say while firmly set in not wanting to move from my resting spot.
A few footsteps later and Nate appears at the entryway to the living room. Upon laying eyes on me he immediately ducks under cover in the hallway. Reminding me a bit of the times he would do the same under the threat of an air soft or water gun.
"No, don't you even!" I hear as he retreats back into his hiding place.
Is it bad that I could have possibly just barked again to drive him back to his room? As nice as that probably would be, I do need to face the issue eventually.
"Don't bother, I'm not going to do anything this time, I only chased you off like that because you woke me up at one of the worst possible times. Therefore I would like to apologize for doing so, it was wrong of me to take it out on you." I call out in my attempt at a peace offering.
"I don't trust you!" He retorts back.
"Very well, guess that makes things easier on..."
It wasn't until that moment I had realized how long I've been talking without noticing just how feminine my voice is. Why did that not bother me before, was it the shock I was going through? I mean, yeah it didn't seem so important at the time, so why did this detail decide to make itself more prominent? To make things worse, is the sound of my current voice subsequently reminded me of the rest of my situation. The really unfair part about it is, unless I find another unicorn anytime soon, I'll have to face the nature of my current anatomy. Suffice to say, I'm not looking forward to that adventure.
"Hey, are you listening?" I hear while leaving my train of thought to see Nate standing before me.
"Changed your mind quick I see." I say not even thinking.
"Whatever, so when did this happen?"
"I don't know exactly when, I just woke up a pony some time after dad left for work in the morning. The best guess I can give would be somewhere around four and five."
"What happened after you woke up?"
"Well, I had a fight with my door knob, tried to test out my wings and woke up the dogs. Then after giving mom probably the worst wake up call, I was taken to the vet. The doctor there turned out to be a unicorn and I was turned into the mare I am now." I say a little too easily even to myself.
"The doctor turned you in to a mare?" Nate said now raising an eyebrow.
"You're right and wrong about that." I say after a pause to consider the answer.
"Long story short, unicorn magic causes a reaction to some sort of energy in me that changes me physically as a result. I first woke up as a stallion with a pale blue coat, an orange, pale yellow striped mane and tail." I say while wondering how I did that with a straight face.
"How do you know all that anyway?" Nate said now sitting on a couch not too far away from the recliner.
"It came to me in a dream" I say as the front door opens to reveal a man who looks to be in his late sixties.
Almost immediately after he shuts the door and moves to the living room, he stops upon noticing my presence on the recliner.
"What the hell is that, a stuffed animal?" He says after staring for a few seconds.
"Good to see you too dad..."