The Morning After: 1
I had just woken up, afloat mid darkness of a night that should have been long gone, or so I thought. Then it came to me, slowly, since I had been sleeping, my eyes were closed. Besides, I sleep in a dark room.
Once the realisation had hit, I tried to open my eyes, not that it grew any lighter, at first. Just as dark as it is, it is quiet. I did not even feel the pressure of the bed under me, or the quilt over me at all.
Slowly, memories came back to me, I had gone to bed, just like every night, though I had enjoyed a warmly comforting massage, maybe an hour or possibly two before I had gone to bed. Then it hit me, it was about everything I actually could recall.
Dark as it is, I could see nothing. There is this warm, fuzzy feeling, something thick surrounding me, as if I was floating suspending in it. Where it came from, or what it was made out of, I still have no idea, maybe I never will, but that wasn't a problem.
For a moment I try to come to terms with where I am, slowly moving my hands and arms, aside from the resistance I feel from the substance I float around in, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Then I move my legs and feet, only to realise something had changed, I have no toes I could move, and my legs are feeling very different from what they had been like, not that I could recall what they had been like.
Bending feels normal, though I soon noticed I can twitch my ears, now on the top of my head. Furthermore, I have a tail, should I have been surprised, it feels quite normal, thinking back.
As I lift my right hand, I soon feel the inner surface of what was keeping the substance in place. I'm in a Chrysalis. Like a cocoon. Only as I touched the surface it feels smooth, slippery. Once I press further, I feel my hand slip through.
Momentarily, I pull my hand back in confusion. As I relax, I feel my limbs slowly move back to the original position, stretching out, and I lay flat as if I had been resting on a bed.
If it is my hide that is this smooth, or if the fluid I'm floating in that made my hand slip over the hide so effortlessly, I have no idea at this point. I can clearly feel my waist narrow, my hips wide and my mound fairly generous and well rounded with the sensitive orchid on top of it. The Orchid teasing me with electric tingles each and every time I slip as much as a Finger over it
Then I noticed how thick and muscular my short thighs are. The rest of my legs feels slender, yet firm. It is completed with a smooth and cute rounded hoof to walk on.
My Jigglies are about a handful, smooth and nicely rounded orbs on top of my chest. Fairly large, sensitive Nibbles teasing me each and every time I touched them.
The one detail sticking out is that where I had nails on the tip of my fingers, I now have hooves. Though I did not reflect on the detail, since I couldn't recall being any other way. My small, short Ponyish Muzzle and pointy ears on the top of my head just feels normal, since I had no experience of being any other way. I had after all forgotten what I had been like, the memories had all vanished with the changes.
Apparently, both my mane and tail are in the same style in vivid red and blue stripes. The hair flowing freely in large waves all the way to the tips.
If there had been light enough to see, I would have gotten a fairly wide perspective with my eyes on the corners of my head, large as they are.
After resting a few moments longer, I once more stretch forth my hand, feeling the inner surface of my chrysalis, before I push through, reaching out to feel the cool air of the room in the early morning.
I push myself up into a sitting position with my free hand, pushing firmly towards the surface under my rear. Now I turn to the side, finding the bed under me, where I had been sleeping all night. First now I get a glimpse of the first light of the day. In part, because the surface of the Chrysalis reflected and stopped the light from entering, and secondly because the room had still been in darkness up and until now.
Strangely it allowed me to freely slip out of it, while allowing me to push myself out. Then I slipped out of the bed, finding me standing steadily on my hind hooves, looking around to note that I still am in my very own bed room where I had gone to bed the night before, unless I had been sleeping more than the one single night. For now, there is nothing that could tell me how long I had been sleeping. Aside from the small detail about the loss of all previous memories. I had no idea what day I had gone to bed, or which day it is now.
Enjoying to just stand upright, before I walked to the door. The bed left behind me, while the quilt apparently had slipped to one side behind me, now piled up against the wall and the Chrysalis staying on the top of my bed where I had been laying as I fell asleep. The night stand empty and devoid, just wooden furniture, as beautifully carved as the Cherry had been when I bought it, a few years back. The twin doors to the wardrobe opposing the night stand, the floor to my living room by the hoof side of the bed, comfortably away from the side where my pillow still lay under to upper edge of the Chrysalis.
I push the door aside and walk out of the room. Only stopping long enough to take in the sight of the room in order to familiarize myself with what I couldn't remember.
To my right, the north there is a sofa by the wall. I could clearly see a beech wood table before it. A large screen TV before the sofa, just where I could watch what ever show may be on, available to me. Behind the sofa and table, there is a set of book shelves, filled with books and video on discs which apparently was the latest on the front of entertainment. The films, shows and documentaries I enjoyed to watch, when ever I was in the mood for it and had the time. A green mat under the table, feeling soft and comfortable to me, when I had placed it there, untold time earlier.
Behind or beside the TV, I could clearly see the door to my kitchen, where I had prepared my meals, maybe I should make myself a breakfast. Behind the door I could see the cooling system, the fridge and freezer. The space to store the food for when I was needing it. Apparently, I had a covered bowl of salad standing in waiting. I picked it up and closed the door, before I went back to the living room and sat down with the salad before me and a silvery fork in my right hand.
Once I sit down, I pulled the clear cover off of the bowl, before I started to stab the salad with the fork, enjoying the vegetables.
I left the bowl, after putting the cover back on. Moving further in order to see what my home was like. Next to the kitchen, I have a shower, then the Mares' room. Then I found the hall on the south side.
Beside the bed room door I found the door to the wardrobe. Behind the door my clothes are hanging, or laying. Tops, shirts, skirts and pants hanging, while panties, stockings socks and tights lay in neat piles in the cool fresh air in the room. I feel cool air flowing in from vents on the wall, then slipping out into my bed room through the slits in the doors towards my bed room.
In the hall, I found several pairs of different shoes I had enjoyed wearing in the past, I just can't recall ever wearing any of them, now I never will.
Behind the wardrobe is the door leading down into the basement, opposing it is a door leading up to the second floor. The third door leading out to the front of my small garden. The floor is covered with stone tiles, smooth and dark.
Since I had seen my home and how I live, I went back to my bed. The Chrysalis still lay where I had left it. I walked up to it, still nude. Tentatively placing my right hand on the top of the smooth clear surface. Then I pressed my hand down, only to find it smooth, slippery and elastic. I can't push my hand through the membrane, as opposed to when I had left it. I am forever exiled from its embrace, it would appear. I guess it didn't bother me. Why should it.
I turn my back on it as I walk to the wardrobe, opening the doors, before I examine the contents of what I had to wear. These had all been my garments, hadn't they? Unless someone or some pony had added or taken out garments. Some I can wear, others are clearly pointless now. The socks, stockings and tights are no longer for me, since I don't have the feet they were made for in the first place.
Looking closer, the tops wouldn't fit either, though I guess the loose shirts would. I pull out a green skirt, slipping into it, finding it fitting satisfactory. At least I have something to wear, if and when I feel like it. I leave the rest for now, leaving the wardrobe after once more closing the doors.