Chapter-5 Umm... hello?
"Wait wait wait," Brock says while holding his hands up. "You're telling me, whoever you are now made a deal with... whatever it is you just tried to describe to me?"
"Yep." You say deciding to just give the short answer.
"Ok, that's great. We know who did this to you. Now, what the heck do we do?" He asks while holding his head and letting out a frustrated sigh.
"Well, I seem to be dreaming a lot. I used to never dream, so maybe it will tell me. These aren't normal dreams either." You say as you finish the last of your food.
Trying to explain something like that to someone who has no idea in the slightest what you are talking about is hard. Very hard. At first, he thought you were just joking, but you quickly reminded him that you are currently a talking miniature horse with wings. That sure seemed to shut him up for a while.
"Well, I would normally say alright, but, it's currently Saturday and we have school on Monday. Plus, your parents are going to come home eventually." He says while shaking his head.
"Well, that gives us the rest of today and tomorrow to try to figure this out." You say while getting off your chair and heading towards your bedroom. "Be a dear and clean my plate pretty please." You finish just as you shut the door to your room. You are still able to hear him sigh from the kitchen.
You walk over to your computer and decide to check your email. You haven't really done anything you normally do in the past day. Well, you're not really you anymore so...
After the tedious task of turning your computer back on, you open your email, which thank goodness is already logged in, and wait for it to load. "Hmm, I could go for some music right now." You say as you open Spotify while still waiting for your email to open.
After shoving an ear-bud into your new equine ears, which is actually strangely comfortable, you look back over to your email and see that it is now open.
"Hmm, let's see here..." You say to yourself as you look over the emails while attempting to scroll down. "Spam...spam...news...parents...sp- WHAT!?" You shout while instantly making sure that you read that correctly. Well, it turns out you sure did. "Oh no... it was sent last night..." You say to yourself while you move the cursor over the email.
"Bro, chill, what happened?" You hear Brock say from behind you.
"My parents sent me an email..." You say while just staring and praying that it doesn't say what you think it's going to say.
"Well, open it already." You hear Brock say once again from behind you, although now much closer.
"Here we go..." You say while clicking on the email.
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To: Preston55139@gmail.com
From: JsAndel7144@gmail.com
Subject: Hello?
Preston, why are you not answering your phone? We really need to talk. Something happened and we are coming home right away. We will be back around noon tomorrow.
Mom.
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"Umm, Brock, what time is it?" You slowly ask.
"Well... it's-" He is cut off by the last thing you want to hear.
"Preston! We're home!" You hear your mother shout from the front door.
You and Brock just stare at each other having no idea what to do. The both of you look like a dear caught in the headlights. You should probably hide or something to maybe soften the blow, but nooooo, let's just stare at each other and wait for it to happen.
"Preston!" You hear her shout from just outside your door. "Preston! Where the he-" She immediately stops what she is about to say and just stares at you. She casts Brock a question glance, but her attention is almost solely on you.
You decide to break the ice, but she beats you to it.
"Umm, hello Brock. First, where is Preston, second, why is there a pastel horse in the house?" She asks with her eyes still glued to the sight of you.
"Well, Preston is in here and to answer the second question, he lives here." Brock says deciding to not directly say it.
"What do you mean? I don't see him. And wh-" It was at this moment that realization dawned on her. "T-that..." She shakily says while pointing a finger at me.
"Yep, it's me, Preston." You say with a smile on your face.
"W-wha..." She isn't able to finish her thought as she promptly faints right then and there.
"Honey, where *cough* *cough* where are you?" You hear your father say from the entrance to the house.
'Oh yea, I got to tell dad also... hopefully he doesn't rea-'
"What happened!?" Your thoughts are cut short as you hear your father at the door to your room.
"Well," You begin. "she fainted when I sta-"
*Crash*
"Well so much for a different reaction." You say to yourself as you walk over to their limp forms on the ground. "Hey, help me get them on the sofa and make sure they didn't hurt themselves." You say to Brock which snaps him out of his gaze.
"S-Sure." He responds after you break his staring contest with the wall.
After moving both your parents to the sofa in the living room and putting ice on their visible bruises, you and Brock sit down on the chairs on the other side of the sofa.
"Well, that could have gone better..." You say while letting out a sigh.
"Yea, maybe just a little." He responds.
"Oh shut up. Well, we don't want them to do something irrational, so what should we tell them when they wake up?" You ask while staring back over at their resting forms.
"Well, we tell them the truth and get their support. They should be able to help us especially since they would find out that you were missing pretty quickly." He says with a shrug.
"Yea, I guess so." You say, dreading the moment one of them wakes up.
Oh, how the universe loves you.
"W-What happened?" You hear your father say while rubbing his bruised arm and looking around.
"W-Who's there?" You hear your mother say while she starts looking around as well.
It only takes a moment for both of their gazes to meet you sitting on the chair opposite of them.
"Umm, hi?" You say having no idea what to do to keep them from passing out again.
They do nothing but stare at you. If stares could kill, you'd be a stain on the ground right now.
"Did it just talk..." You mother shakily says.
"Yes, and I'm not an it, I'm your son, Preston." You respond deciding to be blunt.
"Wha... ok, Brock, what's going on here?" Your father asks, turning the attention onto Brock.
"Well, what he, er she, just said is true. That is Preston. Although, now you have a daughter! Yay." He says while giving a little clap.
This does nothing but causes your parent's jaws to hit the floor. You were really hoping he would leave out the fact that your now a girl... well they would find out eventually. 'Wait! Do horses have periods!? Fuuuuuuuu-' You think to yourself as your parents are still busying picking their jaws back up off the floor.
"I-Is it true? Is that really y-you Preston?" Your mother asks while looking like she is on the brink of tears.
"Yea, it's me." You say after a moment's hesitation.
"N-Not y-you too..." After saying this, your mother starts sobbing into her hands while your father gets up and starts comforting her.
Her words register in your mind after a few moments. "Wait, me too?" You ask.
"Your... sister called us. That is why we came back." Your father starts. "She said that she woke up in the morning and was a horse like you." He pauses and just stares at the floor. "We didn't believe her until she video called us. I don't know how but she managed to call us. She is still inside her dorm room at college."
"Oh my..." Is all you can say to this. First you, now your sister? She has been gone since the start of the school year. It is her senior year of college at USF. 'How could this happen to her too? Is she getting dreams as well? Is she alright?' All these thoughts ran through your head until Brock spoke up.
"Uh, I don't mean to interrupt anything, but, if the same thing happened to her, where is she?" He asks, still sitting and taking in the scene unfolding before him.
"We wanted to come to check on you because you weren't answering your phone. Well, one of us will get her now." Your father says as your mother finally starts to calm down.
"H-How... w-why..." She says to herself, still crying into your father's shoulder.
"Shh, it's alright, everything is going to be alright. Let's get you into bed and you can rest." He says to her as he helps her to her feet. They start walking towards their bedroom. After a few minutes, your father reemerges and walks over to the couch, and sits back down with an obviously worried look on his face.
"When did this happen to you?" He asks.
"During school on Friday." You respond while rubbing your hoof over the armrest.
"Alright, why didn't you call us?"
"Well, all the stuff I had on me just kind of disappeared when I woke up in the school bathroom, including my phone."
"I see." Is all he says.
"Plus, I'm on the news." You say which seems to catch his attention. "When I woke up and came out of the bathroom, the bell rang when I was walking down the hallway. And as you can guess, lots of people recorded it." You say while letting out a sigh.
After you finish, your father got his phone out and one could pretty easily guess what he was up to.
"Wow, they really like you." He says with a small chuckle that quickly fades.
"Well, are you going to go get Elizabeth?" You ask starting to feel worried after remembering your sister is going through the same thing. She, however, is stuck in the middle of a college campus.
"I guess I'll leave now, we should be back in a few hours. Help your mother out alright? She was freaked out even more than she is now when she learned what happened to your sister." He says while rubbing his forehead.
"Alright, bye dad."
He gives you a little wave as he walks over to the front door before slipping his shoes on and exiting the house.
Letting out a sigh, you remember that Brock has been sitting next to you silently almost the entire time.
"Hey, you there Brock?" You ask while waving a hoof in front of his face which seems to do the trick.
"Hmm, oh yeah. Dang bro, your family is going through some weird stuff right now."
"No kidding, I'm still a little surprised how little my parents said. Well, my mom is basically speechless right now but my dad didn't say much."
"They seem to be taking this pretty well considering the circumstances." He says with a shrug.
"Well, considering my parents are back and they know, you don't have to stay here, you can go home if you want." You say while looking up to see him giving you a reassuring smile.
"I wouldn't leave you in a time like this. I'll help you fix whatever the heck is happening to you. I will have to go back to school though, but I can come after school and I have all of tomorrow." He says with a smile.
"Thanks, although, unless you want the couch, there is nowhere else to sleep." You say feeling a little disappointed he can't stay the night... wait what the heck are you thinking?
You very quickly bleach your mind of that thought.
"It's fine, I can just go back to my place, it's pretty close."
"Alright, well I'm gonna be on my computer." You say as you hop off the chair and start heading towards your room.
"I guess I'll see what you're up to." He says as he follows you.
After sitting down in front of your computer, you decide to search the internet to see if anyone else is experiencing similar effects.
Well, after a few hours of searching and finding absolutely nothing, you give up as you hear the front door open.
"We're back!" Your father exclaims but the noticeable clip-clop of hooves is what captures your attention.
You quickly get out of your seat and head to your door which leads to the hallway connecting to the front door.
As you enter the hallway, you notice the small pony, which you learned you're called, walking next to your father. As you look at her, she looks up and stares directly back at you.
"Elizabeth?" You say deciding to speak first.
"Preston?" She responds, she also seems pretty surprised by something else.
'Oh yea, girl voice now.' You think to yourself.
After that, both of you immediately rush over to each other and give each other a big hug. Well, try, hugging as a pony is very difficult especially when you try to do it standing on both legs. That resulted in both of you on your back before getting helped up by Brock and your father.
After exchanging a hug and a small chuckle, you decide that now is a good time to eat.
"Hey dad, could you make us something to eat?" You ask while looking up at him. Jeez, you really never took in how short you are now. You're no more than three and a half feet tall at most.
"Sure." He says before walking off towards the kitchen.
After a few minutes, your father sets down, whaddya guess, a salad in front of two seats, the other you are assuming is for your sister which turns out to be correct after she sits down in front of one of the plates.
After taking your seat, you notice that aside from a small chuckle and your name, which she basically whispered, you haven't heard her talk.
"So... how was the ride." You ask her.
After letting out a sigh and looking up at you, she says, "It was good."
"That's gre-" You stop yourself not believing what you heard. "Umm, could you say that again please?" You say with uncertainty.
"Good." Responds the very masculine voice.
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Oh god yes. More ponies!!
Keep it up!
Nice one.
My sentiments exactly. Also,
Considering the possible implications, their children's situation might soon be the least of their worries.
The ponies intensify!
Oh snappers, literally different to what I usually read. Keep it up
DAMN IT DISCORD YOU SWITCHED THIER DAMN GENDERS
I can’t believe I just got Rick Rolled
That was fucking perfect!
Also, I can’t wait for when u come of hiatus, this is a wonderful story.
hay why stop the story? continue it
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I'm rewriting it. Just check out my stories page
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can you put a link to the new one?
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Here is the link to the new story
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/486293/so-yea-now-im-a-pony
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Thankfully, it played an ad, so I was able to back out before it actually started.
oi continue it
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