//------------------------------// // Rude awakening // Story: Pony bound // by Shortcourt //------------------------------// <<>>>  I woke up to the sound of my phone’s alarm. I love and hate that alarm. It’s an excerpt from the The lonely island’s “I'm on a boat”. That’s the part I love, but the part I hate is that the excerpt is played in repetition and sounds like this, “GET THE FUCK UP”.  I might be crazy for having that, but it’s very appropriate in morning situations. Heh, I have a peculiar nature of humor. As I reach out to shut off my angry phone, my hand felt numb. My body did too, but I’m not focusing on that right now.  “Why can’t I feel my fingers?”  I said to no one in particular. I also noticed a difference in my voice. It sounded too high-pitched to be mine’s. It could be, I’m in a dormant state, what the hell would I know?  Honestly, my body didn't feel proportionate.  I felt…smaller too. I must be having a hell of a hangover. Nah, I’m kidding myself. I’m straight-edge, I don’t partake in drinking. Just kidding! My parents are alcoholics, but I try my best to not follow in their footsteps;  even though it is bound to happen one day.  Besides, I didn't drink anything out of my natural diet yesterday, so blaming drinking is very perfunctory thinking. Hey, I rhymed!  I tried to wiggle myself out of my covers to get up and shoot my phone off. Yes, that’s how fractious that song was when it was looped. Anyways, I was floundering getting out of the cover. It felt… heavier. Instead of wasting my time completing a simple task, I decided to just roll out my bed.  “Fuck this GAH!” I screamed while falling off my bed.  Bad idea that was. I noticed my fall felt alittle painful. I’m not a clumsy person so I wouldn't know how failing of a bed feels, but I’m sure it doesn't inflict any damage. “Ow, that hurts.” I squeaked. Did I just make that sound? I never make those sounds!  Well, not in my adolescence stage. Still on the floor, I decide to get up. Being the indolent person I am, I took my sweet time getting up. While getting up, I fell flat on my ass. Yep, something is definitely not right. While I attempted to get up, I noticed I couldn't feel my toes and my balance was not coordinated. Not just that, but everything looked… big? I was 5’11 so everything in my room either looked normal or small. Excluding my 50 inch flat screen tv of course. While I was wondering why everything grew, my alarm clock went off. Wow, so much for getting up.  “Wait a sec, today is Saturday!“ I shouted with my new higher scaled voice. I swear all those theatrics for nothing. Examining myself, I noticed something that took place of my hands. Hooves. Yellow hooves to be exact. Last time I checked, hooves were apart of equine anatomy, not human anatomy. There is one thing though: 'my' hooves looked animated. It looked out of place compared to the rest of my bedroom.; reminds me of the live action Looney Tunes movies.  I couldn't have turned into a horse. Nah, that’s out of question. This made me allude to two disturbing possibilities: I’m either a mutated freak, or I’m an animated pony. Probably a pony, I have enough evidence to validate that. I watch MLP, but I don’t consider myself a brony. I don’t really like being included in fanbases; same for religion. Either way, this is probably a lucid dream, but to end my suspicions, I decided it would be a good time to give Mr. mirror a check. No, my mirror isn't sentient.  I got up on all fours. Let me tell you, it felt weird. I felt an odd sensation in my legs. They were shaking and I felt like they would break any second. I controlled myself and got my four legs to stay still. “Baby steps.” I muttered.  I figured walking on hooves would be equivalent  to crawling. So far it worked, even though I felt my movement didn't look as glib as I thought. That’s not important right now. Luckily, I had a mirror on the opposite side of my bed, so it wouldn't take a long time to get there. “Oh god, this feels too weird.”  I uttered in that high-pitched voice again. Okay, I tried to ignore it at first, but the more I hear it, the more disturbing scenarios pop up in my in my head. The voice sounded very feminine, and my voice was deep as the Atlantic Ocean. I’m dead ass, I sounded like Shaquille O’Neal. Anyways, I made it to my dresser finally.  All I needed to do was get on top of it so I can look at my reflection. Damn you small body.  I braced myself, placing my yellow animated forelegs on the surface of my dresser. “Wow.”  What was in front of my two eyes astonished me. It wasn’t a bag of money. No, it was what was inside of my mirror. It was a yellow female pony. Do do you call a female pony a mare or filly?  The pony’s height was 3 inches shorter than the average mare’s height. I used Rainbow dash as an example. Either way, she had a golden mane with orange highlights; The mane puffed out alittle. She had green pupils and long eyelashes. I stared at the mirror absently for a few seconds. I felt paralyzed, like something was hindering me from moving. I gulped. “What the fuck?”  I said with fear in my tone.   The yellow filly repeated what I said. She apparently copied my exact words and movements. I frowned, evidently irritated. This was too much to take in.  First, I wake up 7:00a.m on a day where school is closed. Second, I had a problem trying to get out of my bed because of this freaking pony body. Third, I magically switched genders. I assume I did, the voice, face, frame, etc…But, that still doesn’t mean anything, right? I could still be a male with fucked up hormones. You see, I’m quite the skeptic, so I’m not convinced until I’m satisfied. I didn’t want to do this, but it’s the only thing I can do to confirm my sex completely. “Well, here it goes...” I whispered.  Biting my lip, I bent over and spreaded my hind legs, whilst placing my forehoof in between. I expected to feel a certain wiener. Instead, I felt something flat. It felt like a..? I suddenly felt the urge to put my head between my legs.  You got to be kidding me, man That cannot belong to me. After confirming my suspicions, I came to the conclusion that I changed genders. I hope this is a lucid dream, a gender bent dream at that. Yeah, I’m not psyched having a dream where I changed my gender, but it’s not reality, right? “I'm a guy! Why the hell do I suddenly have a-!” I put a hoof in my mouth, blocking out the final word. I realized I was a little too loud. Damn, I’m glad everyone is asleep. “Okay, calm down, man. This is just a corrupt dream that is dragging on too long.” I said to no one in particular. When I’m in shock, I talk to myself outloud.   “Yeah, it’s just a dream,” I say while forming a huge grin on my face. “Dreams usually end when something lurid happens to you.” That statement made an idea pop up in my head. It’s crazy as fuck, but it’s the only thing I can think of. “Time to end this shit!”  I said in a determined tone.  That line would've sounded more epic with my native voice. Oh well.  I accosted my reflection and smirked.   Geez, the pony in the mirror looks quite cute.  That isn’t me though, so I can’t call it my reflection. My dream reflection, or, whatever. I shouldn't be contemplating about what I should call my “reflection”. I want to get back to my old life, my real life. I miss my manhood already, even though this is a dream. I waved a hoof deviously. “Bye bye.” I then became suicidal and voluntarily head butted the mirror.  *SHATTER* Next thing I saw was pitch-black. That should wake me up, or kill me. I hope it wakes me up.