You ever have those days where you end up at the wrong place at the wrong time? Well that’s how it’s always been for me; end up at the wrong place and at the wrong time and something always ends up happening to me. My name is, well, was, Skyler, the average everyday day run of the mill teenage boy. I was probably one of the most awkward boys in school; I rarely talked, when I did I either talked too fast or ended up sounding retarded and saying something stupid, stuttering, and on occasions rambling. I was what most would call the shy and quiet guy, which I wouldn’t blame them, I never said much, when I did though, awkward silence always fallowed. This led to most people not really talking with me that much, when they did most people lost interest in what I would be saying after three sentences. The only person who didn’t was my friend Elise, or Eli as I liked to call her.
Where I had the tendency to be shy and quiet, Eli was the opposite. She was the one who was never afraid to speak her mind, if something confused her, she would say so, if something was funny, she would laugh like no tomorrow, and if something pissed her off, she would be sure to show it who was in charge. She was a tomboy girl, did not prefer dresses, but dressed in a way that stood out in the crowd. From wearing odd outfits with stockings, to wearing cool hats, to having a vampire like look, she always dressed in a way that was 100% her.
So back to what I was talking about, the whole wrong place wrong time thing? Well one day, Eli and I were walking home from school, talking about the usual things, my IPod blasting Fishbone in my ear, when the strangest thing happened.
Out of no were, an old timey phone booth shot up from the side walk right in front of us, knocking us back on to the ground. “What the fuck!?” Eli shouted as I helped her up. “QUICKLY GRAB THE SUBJECTS!” a voice said, before the doors opened up and metallic like tentacles grabbed us before pulling us into the mysterious and unbelievably dark phone booth.
Since then I had been bound, gagged, and knocked unconscious. When I woke up, I felt as if my head had been on the receiving end of a golfers swing on a pro-course. I noticed that the room I was currently in was either painted all black or was just insanely dark. The only illuminated area in the room was where I was currently strapped to a strange Frankenstein like slab. Both my hands and feet were bound, there were buckles like those in pilot seats holding my chest in place, and atop my head was what felt like a weird over sized metal helmet with wires running from the top of it down to my chest, arms, and legs.
I tried to move my mouth to speak but for some reason no sound came out when I tried to make out a single syllable. That’s when I heard what sounded like laughing, like someone was amused at the sight of me trying to make sense of what was happening. I tried to move, but the straps and cables were constricting my every movement. This only caused the strange laughing voice to have more to laugh at. “Silence you moron! You make any more of that unbearable sound and I will have no choice but to lock you in a room with a cockatrice!” Yelled someone who sounded as if they were serious about the threat they made. “O-of course master, f-forgive me for my imbecility, hehe.” A guttural and slime like voice responded, apparently the same one who had been laughing. Suddenly a strange figure stepped forward from the darkness and into the light. What did not make sense was that it was a pony with a bald head, small round and black glasses, and a lab coat with what looked like blood stains on the bottom of it. “Pardon my associates, un-professionalism; he is not as civilized as others.”
It talked? What the hell was happening, why am I strapped to a lab table, why is there a talking horse in front of me? These questions were all I could think of, as I struggled to try and break free from the table. “To answer the many questions that are, hopefully, going through that primitive head of yours, you are in my laboratory where you are taking part in a revolutionary procedure!” he said, sounding not like a kidnapper or possible serial killer, but like someone who had had years of experience in some type overly complex science, like he knew what he was doing, hopefully, but just didn’t care. “Your friend’s procedure had gone flawlessly, she had put up a fight in the beginning, but a quick dose of morphine and depressants quickly calmed her down. I do hope you will be more cooperative, we wouldn’t want to have to us drastic measures.” He said puling a chart out from behind him, looking it over. Suddenly another pony came out from the darkness, he was a larger pony, dressed in a black suit with matching sunglasses, and he whispered something into the pony in the lab coats ear before leaving the light and going back into the darkness.
“It seems my employers have something in mind for you; apparently not only will you be given the same treatment as your friend but your operation will also be the first species and gender change!” he said with a disturbing amount of enthusiasm. “Now then, simply lay back, relax, and let the anesthesia take over…” he said before placing the mask over my mouth, allowing the drug to send me off to unconsciousness.
When I regained consciousness, my entire body felt as though something had just ripped it in half, stapled it back together, and torn it to pieces for extra measure. I slowly opened my eyes, closing them quickly due to my eyes not being used to the light. “Look! She’s waking up!” a voice said. “WHAT!?” another voice said before making what sounded like a long inhaled breath followed by the sound of a door slamming shut.
‘She? They are probably talking about Eli, I hope she’s alright.’ I thought before my eyes got used to the light, allowing me to open them to see where I was. I noticed I was in a room that looked as if it was built inside a tree with a weird type of pink wood. There were book shelves against the walls and a window above where I was laying. The bed was surprisingly comfortable, compared to the slab of metal I was on before blacking out. I raised one hand to rub the back of my head where I was hit when I was captured, but I didn’t feel my fingers, or my skin for that matter. I brought my hand in front of me to see that my normal hand had changed, now what appeared to be…a hoof? I looked at my other hand to see that it too had changed a matching white colored hoof.
Starting to panic, I pulled the sheets off of me and looked down at my body to see that my old human body had changed. This couldn’t have been happening; this had to be a dream. Scrambling out of the bed I felt alien feeling of some strange appendages flaring on my back, bringing a wave of pain that went through my whole body, causing me to fall to the floor, squirming in pain.
“Sky, Calm down! You’re still not used to your new form to be moving around so much!” yelled a familiar voice. I looked up to see a silver coated unicorn mare with a pale blue mane and tail. Her mane was done up in a very large bun with a curtain of pale blue hair over her face, only being separated by the silver horn. Her eyes were a matching shade of blue, and she had on what looked like a pair of black pair of headphones.
“E-Eli?” I said, noticing my voice sounded lighter, more high pitched, and softer than before. “Yep! And its Blue Moon Now, Silver.” She said with an optimistic look. I had a feeling this nightmare was far from over.