//------------------------------// // Chapter Two: Hair // Story: A 'Change' to My Life // by evan555alpha //------------------------------// Oh, god, more holes. Great, just great. Just what I needed, more holes. I swear, any more and I’d look more like Swiss cheese than a human. Oh well, at least it isn't colored hair. I am turning into Chrysalis. That I am sure of. Her drones don’t have hair, and if I am turning into a changeling, then my hair would be receding or falling off. But no, I swear it is getting longer. I cannot help but feel that something is off, especially that season five finale. It's probable because I've been thinking about the last scene on that horrible ending. Just horrible. Discord and Chrysalis were battling each other within the badlands. Discord was winning, and he seemed more, evil than just chaotic. He almost allowed her to win, but then stabbed her in the back, metaphorically, of course, and overpowered her. Discord then started his mysteriously familiar chant: For five score, divided by four... I don't understand why, but the last scene just seems so, realistic. It's almost as if it were a vivid memory. Wait, what am I thinking, it can't be a memory. It's just the last scene to a terrible season finale. Nothing more. The strange thing is that I also seem to be having dreams. Not just any dreams, mind you, but really realistic ones. They also revolve around the finale, especially that final battle between Chrysalis and Discord. As they go on, they seem to fit together better. Some nights I may only have bits and pieces of different scenes, and others I seem to practically relive the entire episode. I then end up waking up in a cold sweat, and then I get questioned about it by Jessie. My hair is also definitely longer than what it should be, and I could swear I could see a slight blue hue within it. My skin also seems to have become even darker, but then again, I'm probably just letting my imagination run wild. Oh well, I best not let my imagination get the better of me, just yet, anyways. -x- OK, now I know my hair is getting longer. Just this morning it was halfway down my forehead, but now it's covering my eyes. And I swear that there is some blue in it. My heels also want to stay up in the air. I've tried to put them on the ground but they won't respond. But I must say, this feels much better than having my fee- what the hell am I saying? I prefer having my feet flat on the ground, thanks! Not up in the air. Speaking of air, it'd feel good to be able t-No. Wait; actually, it would be nice to be able to fly. Yeah, flying sounds nice right about now. Oh, wait no wings... Damn! Ugh, I need to lie down for a while and let this all sink in. Again. It’s all coming far too quickly for me to comprehend. I am utterly confused about all that has happened today. -x- 'Man, how long was I out?' I mumbled to myself as I got up from a seemingly short nap. I looked at the clock. It read: 7:03AM. Oh wow, I was out for 14 hours!? Jeez, don’t think Jessie’s going to be happy. I checked my palm. It still had the hole in it, and my skin was surely darker, as was my hair bluer. Some of my teeth also seemed sharper, like fangs. I check my eyes. Yep, just as I guessed. They’re harlequin. Definitely Chrysalis. Her drones have turquoise eyes. My tongue feels weird. Almost as if it were forked, and thinner. I check the mirror, and again, my senses don’t lie. My tongue is like a snake’s. Thin, forked, and orange. I notice that my facial features have changed considerably throughout my ‘little’ nap. My mouth seems to protrude a little, my eyes are freakishly larger and my hair is slowly but surely growing longer and turning a nice shade of dark cerulean. I feel a slight pain at the base of my spine. I try to check what it is but cannot see what it is, so, I take my pants off. Guess what I find? You guessed it, Chrysalis’s tail, in its entire cerulean and hole-y glory. What I wouldn’t give to have just a single strand of Chrysalis’s hair. Now I have them all. As it turns out, Jessie was not happy. Strange as it seems, she kept it a secret from me. She was hiding the fact that she was turning into a pony. As my memory of background ponies serves me, she is turning into Nurse Red Heart, the medical nurse of Ponyville Hospital. She managed to keep the medical cross and hearts of a cutie mark, from me. Not that it matters though; She had no Idea what was going on with her legs. And I don’t blame her. -x- ‘So,’ she says, ‘what does it mean?’ ‘It means that this is either a very cruel prank, or we are turning into fictional characters from a little girls show.’ I say. ‘I thought we ruled out that this is a cruel prank. The holes you have appeared within the last twenty-four or so hours and the cutie marks I have are far too realistic to be a tattoo. It has to be the latter. We are turning into ponies. Talking, Technicolor ponies.’ ‘No, you are turning into a pony. I am turning into Chrysalis, who is a changeling.’ ‘Changeling, pony, whatever. All I know is that we’re probably going to be stuck like this for a long time, so we may as well enjoy the little amount of time we have left as being physically human.’ ‘Yeah, physically. Mentally I’m still going to be the humanoid being known as Chris Allis. Nothing, I repeat, nothing, is going to change that. No matter what I look like, I want you to love the guy you fell in love with, even if it means I’ll eventually have a gender swap.’ ‘What? The guy I fell in love with, a female? I know that you’re turning into Chrysalis, but I never thought to go so far into this transformation as to have a gender swap.’ ‘Well, it looks like we’re going to have to put up with it. My love for you is strong. Strong enough that not even a dramatic gender swap is going to stop it.’ She’s visibly trying to hide her emotions, but I tell her to let it out. These pent up feelings are not good.