This story is a sequel to Pandemic: Monsters We Make

Hi, I'm Jess, or you can call me Doctor Middleton (not a medical doctor, but a doctor of math and physics). When I was a newborn baby, I was changed from a human to a pony, which likely saved my life. When I was six years old, I was changed back to a human, which also likely saved my life. I'm nothing but grateful for both of those changes.

However, when they changed me back to human, it wasn't completely thorough, and now people stare at my ears, furry legs, and tail, and it's all they can talk about. They whisper behind my back about 'The Partial'. I'm literally one of the most intelligent people on the planet, but instead of talking about my accomplishments, they want to know things like do I eat hay, do I have a human period or a pony period, and if I'm attracted to ponies or humans. I could probably cure cancer, end world hunger, or invent light-speed travel, and they'd still be asking about my biology before anything else (no, I've done none of those things yet, but I have high hopes I'll accomplish something!).

So, yeah, here is my life as an anthropomorphic whatever. Where I can spend time detailing the effect of dark energy on gravitational forces, and people will still be more concerned that I ate oatmeal for breakfast instead of bacon.

Now, life is getting even more complicated, as I'm trying to balance dealing with dream gods, ancient alien civilizations, strange artifacts haunted dolls, and, worst of all, relationships.

Rated teen for mild language, discussion of child neglect, mention of narcotic use, and sexually suggestive language.

Part of the Pandemic Universe.

Tags: Profanity for cussing, sex for sexually suggestive content and situations but there are no sex scenes. Narcotics for smoking and alcohol.

Cover art by CrimsonRose97