//------------------------------// // A whole new world // Story: Switching Bodies // by Lunatia //------------------------------// Switching Bodies Chapter 2: A whole new world Lyra Heartstrings was awoken from her deep slumber by the sound of a ringing noise. Groaning, her eyelids fluttered open. Automatically, she rubbed them, only to be met with a foreign feel. Eyes shot open, she stared in amazement at the wonders of her new body. The spell had worked! She had... hands. She giggled in delight at these new features, and begun to wiggle her fingers like crazy, completely ignorant to the ringing noise in the background. Lyra was too busy admiring her fingers. "See, Twilight? I told you that it could be a spell. I told you it would work." The human gloated, now examining her toes. "I told you." Her toes were simply magnificent, the way she could wiggle all 10 of them, as well as all 10 of her fingers. "Look, Twilight! Look at my legs, my hands and feet! I don't even have a tail anymore!" Lyra cried out, her voice sounding unusually different. 'Probably just a small effect.' She noted, looking around the room for the mentioned unicorn. "Twilight?" She whispered. "Hello?" The only response was a beeping coming from the other room. "Hey Alicia! It's us! Are you still coming to the beach or what? See yaa!" Beeeeep. Lyra blinked in confusion, then scrambled to her knees. Her new body was not built for walking on four hooves, no. Somehow, Lyra had to figure out how to walk on two legs. "Well, time for practice to pay off." She muttered, and grabbed onto the nearest object, a bed, she noted, to wobbly stand up. She fell a few times, but managed to cling to the bed as if it were her life preserver. As she stood, she examined her surroundings. A small room, it contained a desk with a large , black box on it, as well as a rectangular box underneath, a bed, which Lyra was grabbing onto, and a dresser complete with a mirror. She sighed, looking down at her pale legs. They were much longer than her arms, so there was no hopes on walking on hands and feet unless she wanted to make a fool out of herself in front of the humans. From her studies, they were picky when it came to making friends, and rejected anyone who doesn't act socially 'normal'. She had to learn to learn how to walk, and besides, she was curious on how she looked. She took a deep breath, lifting her left leg way up in the way, her knee reaching her nose. Then she slammed it back down to the ground, lunging forward as she did so, sending her into an awkward, splits position. She slid her right leg up, causing them to be parallel to each other, upwards. "Twilight?" She called again. "Where am I?" 'We'll figure out soon enough, I guess.' She mused to herself, and continued the silly fashion of how she defined 'walking like a human' until she had successfully reached the dresser and mirror on top. Brushing hair out of her eyes, she took a look. She was tall, in comparison with the bed in the background, and quite pale, by pony standards. Her eyes were a nice hazel colour, unlike the yellow she was so used to. And her hair was curly and blonde. 'Huh.' Lyra thought to herself. 'I expected to kind of keep my mane. I liked it. Oh well. I think someone else is here.' She raised her left leg, but this time only to her hip, which was much more comfortable. Then she proceeded to stomp towards the other room, leaning against the wall for balance. She found herself in a small hallway. Across from her was what looked like a small bathroom, and when she looked to her right, a large, grand door stood. To her left was what seemed like a sitting room. Lyra decided it was best to go left, and stomped her way down the hallway, bouncing off the walls, literally. When she reached it, she found out it was indeed a sitting room, and connected to it was a little kitchen. "Alright, these are the only rooms, then. But where's the other people I thought I heard?" She giggled to herself. She always loved playing these games with other ponies, like hide and go seek. Lyra had loved it as a filly. 'I wonder if humans play it.' She wondered. After a quick look around, there was nobody around. Now Lyra began to panic. Where had that voice come from? She frantically looked behind every bit of furniture, between every corner, but alas, no one was to be found. "Hello?" Lyra called out one more time. No response. Then there was that ringing noise again. Lyra whipped around to the source. There, in the kitchen. It was even glowing a little. A small gray and black box was making the ringing noise. Wasting no time, she ran, for the first time as a human, to the box. On the screen there was a message. "Brittany Gosler - Now calling" Lyra blinked. Brittany Gosler, some person she assumed, was calling her. But how could she answer? Her eyes searched the box until she came across a small part of it labelled "Talk" Immediately she grabbed the box and pressed it. Silence. "Alicia?" A small voice broke it, barely understandable. Alicia? Who's Alicia? Netherless, Lyra decided to talk back. "Er, hello?" "Alicia! Are you coming to the beach or not?" Beach? When did she get invited there? "What beach? How do I get there?" A chorus of laughter. "Stop kidding Alicia, we told you to come with us two days ago! Now hurry up, we're all here." Then a soft click, and a continuous beeping noise. "Brittany Gosler! Are you still listening to me?" Lyra called over the phone. No reply except for more beeping. Scowling, she slammed the phone back on it's podium, where the beeping stopped. Then some realisation came to her. Who was she? 'Lyra Heartstrings.' A voice in her head answered matter-of-factly. No, no. Now she's Alicia, or someone like that. She's alone in this house. Alone. "Twilight!" Lyra cried, tears forming near her eyes. She whipped around, stomping towards the hallway. However, she managed to stumble and fall, so resided to crawling, as she had no support to get back up. The grand door loomed over her. Whimpering, she reached up, and pulled on it. It refused to budge. "No!" Gasping, she fumbled around with the handle. She located a lock, and flipped it. Finally, she pulled the handle. The door swung open, revealing a paved street and endless rows of houses. 'You're not in Equestria anymore, Lyra.' A voice told her. 'You're in the world of humans.'