Chapter 2: The Change
I am sitting in the nurse's office, listening to the gossip coming from the nurses' aid's and glancing at the television. Suffering of a stomach pain after eating my school's poorly made cafeteria food. Peering around the room I observed a couple corny health posters and standard health equipment. Sighing softly and watching a news report about a sudden rise of people being hospitalized for a spreading stomach virus. Scientists are calling it something much more than what it seems. I stifled a laugh when the program switched to commercials and the iconic mayhem car insurance commercial came on. I tried making small talk with the aid's, turning to face the group I spoke, "You know these always make me laugh." There was no response so I just kept to myself.
With a body twitch the pain in my stomach intensified. Gasping I told one of the aids who was sitting to the right of me. The woman in the long white coat turned around and told me it's best I should be taken home. That was a shocker, knowing the Nurses in THIS school they would send me back to class.
"A break from school is just what I need" I chimed in happily. But the feeling of happiness faded as my stomach tightened once more and I vomited onto the floor. Leaving the aid's disgusted and unhappy. I grinned at the thought of them having to clean it up. But that happiness was short lived when I was stricken with the pain again.
"God damn!" I squeaked. "It feels like my insides are twisting around inside of me..." The nurse being the ignorant jerk like usual thought nothing of it and called the office and my mother next. I spent the next half hour talking to myself as I waited for my mom to pick me up.
"I am NEVER eating school food ever again... but still... could I have what the news woman was talking about?" I smiled at the thought of missing school for a long time. "Not to mention I will get to spend a while sitting in my room watching ponies" I smiled weakly.
The nurse picked up the phone and told me to head to the main office and that my mother was here. Walking out of the Nurse's prison clenching my chest I couldn't help but notice something strange on the television while walking by. There was a huge group of people protesting outside of a large building. What was even stranger was the moment I left the room it seemed like My Little Pony came on the news station. Never minding what I just saw I dragged myself down the cold hall. A nodded to a familiar passing by as I reached the main office. I could see my mom through the window. I opened the door slowly and waved.
"Ready to go home honey?" She asked softly.
"Of course, it's not like I am going to stay in here while I'm sick." I smiled.
She opened the entrance door to the school and we strolled out and to the parking lot. She parked right next to the entrance so I wouldn't have to walk far. I got into the car carefully, trying not to upset my stomach. After strapping my seatbelt in I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked paler than usual.
"Mom?" I spoke.
"Yes Jordan?" She replied.
I wanted to tell her about what I saw on the news about the stomach virus but it kind of seemed unnecessary
"N-Never mind, just forget it" I whispered and looked at the ground.
It was a quiet car ride home, when we arrived at the house my mother just told me to get some rest and that she will go out and get me some medicine. Quickly I paced up the steps, excited to spend a whole couple days with my internet friends and ponies. Sadly that idea was shot down when I reached the top of the stair case. It seemed I was hit with a sudden wave of drowsiness and pain.
"I guess sleep IS the best thing for me right now..." I sighed and slugged my way to the bedroom and slowly sat on the mattress. Pulling the warm blanket over top of myself. It was surprisingly comfortable, I felt like a baby being tucked in. Carefully I grabbed my remote and turned on the Television, the news station on. I sighed and thought to myself. Rest has never felt so good before... I closed my eyes and instantly blacked out.
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The sound of my annoyance of an alarm clock woke me up. Opening my eyes I had noticed I left my television on. I felt strange today... not just my stomach though. I felt like all the blood had rushed somewhere else. My whole body felt different to me. It felt like my entire body was floating on thin air.
"This is certainly something supernatural." Said the TV news reporter a short blonde woman. As the program turned to commercials I looked up, dazed. The TV and alarm sounded so much louder to me today. Almost as if a construction worker was destroying the floor to my bedroom with a jackhammer.
"ugh..." I moaned, raising my head slowly. My head ached a bit when I moved it. I shook my head from side to side in an attempt to ease the pressure on it.
"God damn why is my TV so-" Before finishing my complaint I became confused, staring at my nose, it seemed so much bigger and... paler than usual, even for sick standards. I went to touch it with my hand but that isn't exactly what happened.
"AGH!" I screamed staring at what used to be my hand. In its place was a white stub. Panicking I threw the covers off of my bed and yelled. Screaming louder when I realized my voice had become much higher pitched and feminine.
"What's going on! What happened to me!?" Inspecting my body. Petrified, I stared down at a stomach with white fur rising up and down rapidly. I shrieked when my eyes trailed lower and saw a tiny slit where my manhood should be.
I tried to stand up to go to the the restroom to view myself in the mirror but fell to the floor. Gasping for air I looked up and had realized all the furniture was... much taller than usual. It was like I had shrunk. And I did shrink, It seemed like I was barely 2 feet off the ground. Shaking my head I attempted to take it all in. All of the brand new feelings and sensations have entranced me.
When I regained control of my senses I tried standing up, only to fall flat on my face. The problem seemed to be my arms and legs have become just two pairs of legs. I lifted a fore leg and waved it around and did the same to the other. Attempting to stand up again using my hind legs first. When I shifted my weight I fell back screaming. Under the impression that I have just broken my legs. Looking back I saw my legs folded back and I was sitting on my new haunches. While looking behind me a wide streak of spiked violet hair extruding from my rear-end shook. I focused and made it wag on my own. I felt like crying but my curiosity has the best of me. All of the new feelings and sensations have taken all of my attention.
Standing up had become the most arduous task. Trying to straighten my hind legs without them collapsing, placing my forelegs in front. After trying for at least 10 minutes I slowly managed to stand up, my legs wobbling as if they were made of gelatin. I felt so strange...
"Honey are you okay?" My mom called from down the steps. She couldn't see me like this, she would freak out. She would probably kick me out of the house, banish me to my lonesome. Call me a freak and not even recognize me. I'm not human.
"Uhm-uh I'm fine mom! Don't come in my room, I just need alone time!" I yelled speaking in a fake, deeper voice. She didn't respond so I came to the conclusion she got the message.
After finally standing up again I had to get to the bathroom so I could look in the mirror and take in my new form and see just exactly what I had become.
"Oh man... what the hell..." I walked awkwardly towards the wooden door. Every step as strange as the next. It felt like I was crawling on my hands and knees like a baby... except this was much different. Successfully reaching the door trying to balance on my hind legs I put a hoof on the knob and instantly felt sick again.
"Crap" I grunted, The door was closed and I clearly did not have the ability to turn the knob with my hooves. I won't even be able to use most of the items I enjoy. Like my computer, or bicycle, or my video games. I bowed my head in silence at the thought of losing most of my pleasures in life. I loved using my laptop to watch videos and talk to friends. The video games were great for getting my emotions out and killing things when I was in a bad mood... after that thought video games didn't seem so fun anymore. They have lost their appeal to me. Too much violence.
Finishing a short period of thinking I whispered.
"I got it! I can at least stare at the TV screens reflection." Trotting cautiously over to the television I pressed the power button with a hoof turning it off and stared at the new me in shock. I was about to scream again but I covered my mouth with a hoof. Instead of a normal human nose or mouth, I had a muzzle. My skin- I mean fur was a creamy white and I had a jagged violet mane falling in front of my eyes. It looked identical to my tail. Lastly I noticed I had tiny wings much like a pegasus in... I realized right at that moment what I have become. Placing my fore hooves on my head, panicking again.
"Oh no... I look just like.... a pony!" A burst of emotion struck me. My face a river of sweat and tears now.
"How could this happen! What could do a thing like this? There has to be a reason, theres always a reason." I continued to stare at my new reflection.
The creaking sound of someone walking up the steps could be heard and my heart sank.
"Are you sure you are alright in there? I heard screaming." My mom spoke softly.
"Y-y-ye-yeah I'm fine." I stuttered in another faux manly voice.
"I'm going out shopping, do you want anything?" She asked.
"N-no I'm fine..." I replied.
My mother walked away from the door and went down the steps. As soon as I heard the front door shut I collapsed onto my bed. Getting in a comfortable position I sat on my haunches and curled up into a ball. Burying my head in the sheets. Finally losing it and letting my emotions go I began to cry. No longer did Jordan the human high school art student exist. What took his place was Jordan the cream colored pony... Not even a colt... I was a damn filly.
What is Steve going to think of this? He is my best friend and all but... his high intolerance to My Little Pony... he has to understand! He promised he would get off of drugs and drinking so hopefully the confrontation if it ever happens will go well. Depressed I let go of a heavy sigh. My friends, my family, and my life... it will never be the same.
My life had been changed forever