//------------------------------// // Chapter Four: Hooves // Story: A 'Change' to My Life // by evan555alpha //------------------------------// Less than an hour after I get out of the open and into the safety of my own home does Jessie, or should I say, Nurse Redheart, starts bombarding me with questions about these changes. Questions like ‘what is causing all this?’ and ‘why me?’ I answer them as best I can, but I cannot answer why it is happening to us. I ask her if she has been having any dreams that are unjustifiably realistic. At first she hesitates to reply, then blurts out, ‘I’ve been having these really strange dreams. They recur, too. It shows Redheart in the hospital, trying to escape the madness outside that is all caused by Discord. The next part is where Discord corners her, and then starts this really weird chant like thing. “For five score, Divided by four…”’ ‘Y’know, that’s really weird, because I’ve been having similar dreams as well, except it’s Chrysalis that Discord is fighting, and he says the same chant.’ ‘Wait, five score, divided by four, that’s twenty five, isn’t it?’ ‘Yeah, an- oh my frickin’ god. That’s why we’re turning into ponies. Discord. He’s the one behind it all. These changes started on our 25th birthday, didn’t they? What he says isn’t a chant, it’s a spell! The spell has caused our former pony selves to live as humans for exactly twenty-five years!’ ‘Chris, has anyone told you that you’re crazy?’ ‘I’m serious Jessie. We lived as ponies. Earth is Equestria! I am Queen Chrysalis! You are Nurse Redheart! There are probably hundreds of other people out there that are turning into ponies, just like us.’ ‘Or we are freaks and you’re totally crazy.’ -x- Not even an hour after our little chat, Jessie came to the realization that I was right, and that we did live as ponies before our ‘births’. I’d rub it in her face, but I’d probably end up screwing up. Then again, when haven’t I screwed up? And if I have anything to go by, Jessie’d probably end up having Redhearts attitude, too. My fingers have been acting, for the most part, different over the past several hours. They fell like they have pins and needles constantly. I think it must be associated with all these other changes. Jessie has been having the same feeling, and her hair is definitely turning pink. There are little patches of white fur over her, but she is able to keep most of them covered. All she needs to do is do her hair up in a bun, and wear the nurse’s hat. Then she would look absolutely adorable. My middle finger is definitely broader than the others, and the others are shrinking. The same goes for Jessie. I guess she will have a difficult time writing or typing things now, as her hands slowly become hooves. I’d say the same about me, as my hands are slowly turning into a changeling’s representation of what is meant to be hooves, but I have something else. Magic. ‘Jessie, do you know how adorable you look when you’re curled up on the bed like that?’ I ask her. She is in the middle of the bed, looking absolutely adorable; having grown even more fur over the past few hours she’s been asleep. ‘Huh, what?’ she says groggily. I must’ve woken her up with that question. Sadly, she gets out of her position and comes to look me in the eye. Up close, her eyes are practically as big as dinner plates. ‘I said, “Jessie, do you know how adorable you look when you’re curled up on the bed like that?”’ ‘Why’d you have to wake me up?’ She asks, sounding annoyed. ‘Because I have to tell you something. Something important. It’s about what is going on below the uh… belt.’ ‘You’re turning female, aren’t you?’ ‘Um, yeah. But I think I have a solution to that. Y’see, I’m turning into a changeling. I think that with enough practice, I would be able to use magic to turn my body from, well, Chrysalis’s to this one.’ I give her a weak smile to accompany that idea. ‘Honestly, that idea is so idiotic that it might just work.’ -x- My hands are definitely more hoof like. My middle finger is as wide as my hand, and my other fingers are now little stubs. I’m going to miss my thumbs, but once I get really good at changeling magic, I’m probably going to be able to change between my human body and this one. My horn is noticeably bigger, and more jutted. Jessie is covered in even more fur, and said fur is getting brighter. My skin is tough, sort of like an exoskeleton, my eyes are huge, my tail is annoying as hell, and my hair has holes. Don’t ask me how, but strands are missing big chunks out of them, and they’re basically saying ‘fuck you, physics’, and staying there. Not that I mind, it looks cool. Then again, everything about Chrysalis does. ‘Chris,’ Jessie says, ‘do you know how much like Chrysalis you look?’ ‘Yes, I do. I also know that one, you are too cute for your own good, and second, walking on two legs is damn painful. I may have to resort to going on all fours soon.’ I say, with a hint of annoyance at the mention of my painful legs. -x- The next day, I woke up with a pain in my back, and my face, and everywhere else in general. I try getting up, only to fall flat on my face. After getting myself off the floor, and looking into the mirror we have in our room for some reason or another, I notice several things. One, my face is not my own, but Chrysalis’s. Two, my manhood is replaced with Chrysalis’s, er… marehood. Three, I have no hands, but instead, I have Chrysalis’s hooves that are littered with holes. Four, the little thing I had on my head is no longer little. It’s fucking huge, practically as big as my torso. Last, I test out my voice, only to have it replaced with Chrysalis’s awesome one. Now, not only do I look like Chrysalis in general, but I sound like her too. I go to wake up Jessie. I used to think she was adorable before, when she slept. But in her new body, there are no words to describe it. I whisper into her ear, ‘Miss Redheart, there’s a patient here and you’re needed.’ She woke up with a start, saying ‘where’s the patient?’ Meanwhile, I was rolling on the floor laughing so hard I nearly cried. She saw me and tried to glare at me, but my laughing was infectious. After she managed to get all the giggles out of her system, she asked me a Question, ‘Well, Chrysalis, am I Nurse Redheart?’ I gave her a simple reply, ‘Yes, you are my Special someon- er somepony. You will always be the Jessie I knew before all this madness, but you are going to have to put up with me calling you “Redheart” from now on.’