From Brony to Pony?!

by Fictional Fanatic

First published 23rd of January, 2015

So what happens when you have your worst cold ever? Well, you start to change, and I mean physically... into a pony?!

So I was having my worst cold ever, and suddenly I am no longer myself. How do I know that? Because I suddenly have a cutie mark on my 'flanks'. And what more? I recognize it. Oh, did I mention I'm not the only one? Yeah, this is worldwide... Every Brony and Pegasister is changing.

Please, someone... tell me... What is going on?

Part of the OTVerse

Chapter 1. 7th of October, start

I awoke with a frown on my face. Great, another day staying at home being sick. I thought to myself as I felt the mild headache and my unusable nostrils.

For the past few days I had been sick with a simple cold. Well, rather simple if it would go THE **** AWAY! Now seriously, I was really getting tired of this shit. I had spent to much time going back and forth at home, having to take care of myself and take the medicine meant to help me. Now, for some this is standard. You get sick, you rest and take some medicine and you get better after a while.

Well, not really me. I for one, almost never get sick! And when I do, I'm only sick for one day, I'm not even kidding. All it takes is something against the symptoms and a good rest and I'm fine and dandy. Yet, somehow this forsaken 'common cold' wouldn't leave me alone.

Don't get me wrong, it was great to have some off time from my job, but when you're unable to enjoy it to the fullest, it's kind of a downer. Also, I was starting to run low on medicine, Note to self, remind mom to get some more medicine. I thought.

Now, I might not be a morning person, but that has never stopped me as I had inherited my fathers ability to forcefully set my internal clock to wake me up every morning at 6 AM. Now, why would you want to wake up at 6 AM? you ask? well, waking up as early as 6 AM allows for a great deal of time to transpire between the point of waking up and getting out of the house. Plenty of time to get ready and plan the oncoming day without having to stress, as well as being fully awake before having to leave. Also, 6 hours of sleep are plenty to survive a whole day.

SO, time to get up i guess. I think to myself as I look at my alarm clock standing next to the bed, showing me 06:03. Now I did say I had an awesome internal alarm, but I'm not stupid, of course I'd have a real alarm as a fail safe.

Actually getting out of bed I look around for some clean clothing lying around my room, I see none. Sighing I walk towards my closet and take out the first white shirt I see. A pair of blue jeans accompanying them. Throwing these pieces of clothing onto a chair leaning against the wall. Walking past them I pick up all the dirty clothes I have accumulated in my room these past few weeks. After getting rid of laundry material I got back to my room, still only in my undies. I had abandoned the idea of wearing pajamas a long time ago.

I went back to my wardrobe and pick up a clean pair of undies and make my way to the bathroom having only the thought of a warm shower in mind. After the shower I change my undies and got dressed, I went to take a look at the calendar hanging in the kitchen... after having to blow the living crap out of my nose a few times first.

October 7th, nothing special planned for today... again.

Now, despite my age of a mere 17 years of age I did already have a job, and I didn't go to any kind of fancy school, I was home schooled and had plenty of time to pull off my studies as well as having a job and time to sustain a hobby. But seeing as I was sick and wouldn't be working until I got better. And seeing the rest of the family was still sleeping I would have to make breakfast for myself... again, but I didn't really mind. Cause I could make any kind I wanted, so I went with my favorite, pancakes!

For everyone wondering I am not a big fan of working in a kitchen. I do enjoy the food and sometimes the processes of making the food, but I am not the one to willingly cook as long as someone else is available. The reason? Well, it's simple. It is simply the fear of setting fire to the kitchen... It is embarrassing but my fear comes from a time when my parents forced me to cook for the sake of being able to, in my complete boredom I had at some point left the kitchen with the stove on and a frying pan full of cooking oil waiting for it to heat up so I could fry the food. However during my absence from the kitchen I completely forgot about the safety hazard I had left in the kitchen.

I think you can guess what happened?

It wasn't until I heard something fall in the kitchen that I remembered what I had been doing there a few moments back. Rushing into the kitchen I saw to my horror how flames where stretching from the frying pan and almost licking the ceiling where they had melted some plastic of the lamp and a big decorative screen had melted of and fallen to the floor. In my panic I did the only thing that came to mind, I grabbed the frying pan and put it in the sink and poured water on the frying pan. (Do not do this at home) I now realize how stupid that was. But fortunately it had the best possible outcome as I had enough head on my shoulders to make sure I was out of harms way and that the fire was immediately extinguished.

Boy do I remember that day, I got a lot of scolding from my parents. I also had to fix the lamp, clean the walls and ceiling that had been darkened. Thankfully nothing had sustained lasting damage, I was even able to fix the lamp.

Now back to reality. After having made a good amount of pancakes from the pancake mix we had. I ate enough pancakes to fill the void in my stomach, while still making sure there was still enough for the rest of my family.

After eating and blowing my nose once again I left for my room. Now I say it's my room, but in all honesty it is actually our guest room. I was the only resident in our house to sleep on the bottom floor, I even slept on a couch. This was however only the case as I had to give up my room on the top floor to water damage caused by a leaking roof. The couch was one of those you can turn into a bed, but considering how lazy I am I would only remove all the pillows of the couch and add everything you need to call it a bed.

While in my room I would browse the WWW and play a few games. Soon I could hear activity in the house. Taking a look at the clock I saw it was now 8:14. Man, time really does fly. I thought before getting up from my laptop.

Entering the kitchen I saw my Father sitting by the dinner table reading some news on his own laptop while holding a cup of tea. While many would argue that coffee is more effective in the morning my father actually dislikes coffee and therefore drinks tea instead. Next to him was a little monster in the processes of obliterating a perfect plate of pancakes together with such an amount of maple syrup that the tooth fairy would faint. This monster was of course my younger sister. While she was adopted she was still my sister and I treated her as such. Or at least when we weren't arguing. We would argue quite a lot, but we also had an agreement that we would never, never ever as much as touch a hair on each others heads. The reason? My father.

While I was 11 and my sister was 9 we for the first time had an argument that broke into a fight where we started to use our fists, my sister noticing my superior strength soon started grabbing anything she could and would land some painful hits with toys and other stuff. Naturally I applied a similar tactic. My father was Outraged when he came down the stairs to see what we had done, both of us thinking he was mad when he saw what we had done to the living room where in for a surprise. He practically exploded with more rage than we could fathom at the time when he saw the state we had beaten each other into. My father was normally the most professional and calm being on the planet, but with the amount of screaming and threatening (threatening of limiting our computer and TV access as well as grounding us, nothing such as beating us) he exposed us to we didn't even think about arguing over anything for a whole 4 months, that's how scary he was at the time. He had scarred us for life. Period.

This is also one of the reasons I am against violence, I would try to settle any argument with words. There are only a few occurrences when I use violence, when someone is about hurt someone else or when my one punch would stop more violence from occurring.

Therefore me and my sister had devised a system to keep ourselves from angering each other and a few signals to let the other know when they where stepping over the line. Something our parents where grateful for.

I was surprised to find my sister still at home, she would have to have left a while ago to get to her classes on time. But with my father sitting next to her and mother still not at work I could have missed something important, so I dismissed the thought. It's probably nothing, maybe the teacher is sick or something and they didn't get a stand in so the first lesson isn't happening. (While I am being home schooled my sister actually goes to school, I sometimes envy her as she has gotten pretty popular at school and now has lot's of friends while I only have a few) I thought, she could always look up info on the school's website. I decided to look at the website myself to clarify this mystery after a quick trip to the throne. (toilet).

After my visit to the throne I noticed neither my father nor sister where at the table anymore. The pancakes where gone, Hope mom already ate. I thought while grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl. While munching on my newly acquired fruit I let my thoughts wonder.

Arriving in my room I had only one thing on my mind, my bed. I'm not that lazy that I constantly sleep when I can, but when I am sick I mostly rely on one thing to get better, this happens to be sleep. If anyone would make me choose between something for getting rid of colds or sleep, I would most definitely choose sleep. So, as it stands, whenever I'm sick and stay home I sleep a lot.

While undressing and getting ready to sleep again I heard a lot more activity from upstairs. Whatever they're doing it doesn't concern me so I shouldn't really have to ask them what the're doing, if they needed me they would have said so. I thought while getting sleepy by simply looking at my bed. Soon I was falling asleep, while forgetting to look at my sisters school site. But, meh. I would find out what was going on sooner or later. And then I fell asleep.

Now the boy had finally fallen asleep, Thank you, now I'll be the one taking over. I am the 3rd person POV. Nice to ... well... what's the word... be read? I don't know, I was about to say 'meet you' but that doesn't work cause we didn't really meet. Guess Pinki- ... I will not speak her name, I do not wish to suddenly summon her before her time. Ah yeah, sorry. We got a bit off track I believe. I am the 3rd person POV and will be explaining what is happening while the boy is either unreachable or something needs clarifying.

The first thing is that the 'boy' is very forgetful and forgets small details or stuff that seem insignificant to him. The first one is of course his name. George E. Nirotub, the boy laying on his bed currently drooling. Another example of fine detail George forgot to mention that would clear up why his family is acting weird would be the date. The 7th of October, just so happens to be his Birthday. So while George did look at the calendar where this day was circled and had a big 'Happy Birthday' written all over he didn't even think about it cause he already knew, therefore forgot to mention it to you readers. Now I guess you realize why the family is acting strange? No? Well, they are obviously preparing his gifts and making sure it'll be a surprise!

Somewhere else: An unnaturally pink pony could suddenly be seen having a spasm and a big smile while miming the words "Surprise Party!".

What was that disturbance? WAIT, IS THAT TEXT ACTUALLY PART OF THIS STORY? THAT I, OF ALL THINGS CAN NOT SEE? WHAT KIND OF SORCERY IS THIS? I'll be right back, I gotta fix this. You can go back to George...

Author's Notes:

Haha, no.
Sorry, no more George for now. You'll have to wait for the next chapter.

Also, THANKS FOR READING.

Comment and tell me where I made some kind of mistake, also tell me what you like and dislike about the story. And those who are familiar with OTVerse stories know what's coming very soon. And those of you who don't will have to follow the link.

Edit: I have now changed the first chapter to be only a little bit more pleasing. It wouldn't require any re-reading but is now a bit more pleasing to the eyes.

Chapter 2. The Party

As I woke up I knew immediately that something was wrong. How? Well, if my younger sister bursting into my room screaming my name wasn't enough of a clue, then I don't know what is. The fact that she had burst into my room without any regard for the wall that would receive the blow of the door was also something as I had made it quite clear to my family that they would have to knock before entering. Fortunately the door hit my giant LEGO container, (Yes, I still have all of my childhood LEGO in my room.) stopping the door from impacting a wall.

This better be important, if it's something like the gameboy incident I will make sure she gets extra vegetables with her food for a whole year.

"George! Come, quick, You won't believe what happened!" The 'monster' shouted.

"Ugh... could you... please not shout Sabrina? You kinda woke me up just now... ugh..." I replied as I was getting trying not to fall asleep again.

"Oh, oops, sorry. But you really gotta see this!" Sabrina said while standing in my room waiting eagerly for me to get up.

"Yeah sure, just... give me a minute... Also, could you like... I dunno, leave? I kinda want to get dressed in private if possible." I said, reminding her that she was in my private room and that we're of the opposite gender, making quite the unsuitable situation.

"Oh, sure" Sabrina said while rushing out of my room with a blush on her face. And then closing the door.

Getting up I quickly cast one last regretful glance at the bed, Man, why do you get sleepy from sleeping?, after I got dressed and entered the kitchen looking for my sister who was waiting form me while looking in the mirror, seeing something that I couldn't see.

"So what was it you wanted to show me?" I asked looking at her with my 'I'm not amused' face.

"You'll see." she simply said before darting into the hallway and going up the stars where I could hear laughter.

Walking up the stairs I noticed a few signs of glitter, paper and other useful ingredients for wrapping presents and decorating banners. Only then it clicked for me that it was in fact my Birthday, Man, how could I not realize this any sooner?. Now, with a smile on my face and the thought of presents I walked into my parents room where all the laughter had come from. I can honestly say, I could not be any more surprised at what I saw.

Entering the room I had to rub my eyes to make sure they where in fact not deceiving me, my family had completely revamped the room. The giant double sized bed by parents slept on was gone, the small carpets that usually littered the floor had been replaced by one big carpet covering all the floor. However, the most peculiar thing was probably all of the confetti and streamers that where all over the place. They where everywhere! But to top it of, in the middle of the room was the most spectacular cake I ever laid eyes upon.

The cake was familiar, as it was an exact replica of the cake from the MLP episode: MMMystery on the Friendship Express.

Now I should probably mention that my whole family is a collection of fans from the show MLP, imagine the shock I got when I found out my father was a brony! Now, what surprised me more than the fact of how grand of a cake I had in front of me, was the fact of the small party itself.

It was what I would call grand, or grand on the scale of parties I ever been a part of. I had never seen this many streamers and confetti in the same room at once.

I smiled, knowing this must not have been easy. With teary eyes I went for it, I took all of my family for a group hug. They laughed, I laughed with them. They had touched me in the heart, I knew how much they cared for me, yet this showed it off even more. This was the best Birthday i could have asked for. After breaking up the group hug we ate both cake and sang, and laughed even more. I tried some alcohol seeing I was now 18 and my father insisted. I almost puked the same instance the vile drink touche my tongue. It tasted like shit. And my father just stood there laughing, knowing I wouldn't touch the stuff for a while.

The clock on the wall was showing us the time, It was time for presents. Well, it was actually 08:57 AM. I started opening my presents, happy to have them wondering what they would hold. I had not wished for anything specific (something that drove my parents insane, they had really hard times choosing what to get me without letting me down). Still, I got some nifty stuff. I got a new game for my 3DS, some articles of clothing (I had in recent years come to acknowledge clothes as a reasonable present, and not like worthless junk that could not substitute a present as I had put it when I was younger). And a nifty old lava lamp, the really cool old ones.

Once again we all went in for a group hug, but this time something was quite different. As soon as we touched each other we where all blinded by a light, said light was the whitest of lights that I had ever experienced. But soon I got goosebumps as I heard some kind of maniacal laughter in the distance.

Confused and suddenly feeling weak I fell backwards and landed on my bum, hard. The rest of my family seemed just as shocked as I. I looked up to see how they took the whole experience but as soon as I saw them I stopped, I could not comprehend what I was seeing and had to blink a few times to really confirm what I saw.

In front of me was standing a slightly different view of my parents and sister. My father was standing there with pony ears on his head and his previous ones missing, my mother and sister both had pony tails, and I don't mean in their hair, but coming out the backside was a real pony tail.

"Well, that was weird." My father said, oblivious to the changes that had occurred. Seeing as he could see neither the top of his own head or the backsides of the others. Meanwhile my sister and mother where starring at the top of my fathers head where his light grey pony ears twitched suddenly, making my sister jump back and discover her own tail as it brushed the wall. My father and mother now noticing her tail as well. I just stared...

Coming to my senses I was about to ask what happened, but stopped myself as soon as I knew they knew not the answer to the question. Instead my father spoke up. "Dear Celestia... Tails?" he said while looking behind himself to look if he had one too, I did the same and was as relieved as my father seeing nothing of the sort attached to me. When looking back, my father had discover his own addition and was actually despite the situation having fun trying to figure his ears out, making them move in different ways, It was somehow really hypnotic.

I stood up looking myself over, not finding anything weird or out of place on myself I started to move forward to help my sister who had frozen as soon as she had seen her own tail. My mother was already being comforted by my dad, his ears still twitching and turning.

As I came up to my sister my mere presence seemed to awaken her from her daze. "Tail..." she whispered barley hearable. I took her shoulder and looked her in the eyes trying to snap her out of whatever she was in. After looking at me for a short amount of time she blinked, then blinked again and carefully pushed me aside. Making her way over to a drawer and pulled out a hand mirror, looking at ti she sighed "No ears, huh?" and actually looked rather down.

"Wait, you wanted to have pony ears? What do you know about this?" I confronted my sister. Turning around my sister smiled and looked at me.

"Idiot, Of bucking course I don't know anything about this. It's only that I would have preferred to get ears like dad instead of a tail." She said, seemingly no longer fazed bu the fact that she now has a real tail.

"And why is that?" I asked, actually curious, also wanting to know why she appeared so calm. Alright, I was actually doing a decent job hiding my own panic, but she was either doing an excellent job or was not actually freaking out at all.

"Because this tail is so in the way, I'll have to cut holes in my clothes for it to be comfortable and sitting will never be the same." She had a point. I thought, a still a bit confused over her acceptance, I would probably just have cut it off, it's just hair, right?

"This is just so weird." I said instead, while once again looking over the scene. My father had light gray pony ears, My mother had a dark brown tail that she was holding with one hand while looking at it in what looked like both confusion and awe. And my sister with her light gray tail, inspiring the thought of light smooth powdered rock.

The only one unchanged was me. But before I could question the weirdness of the occurrence my father spoke up.

"Seems, we're not the only ones." Showing us what was currently transpiring on the WWW. "It seems every brony and pegasister are in the same boat as us, Every Brony is going Pony. I gotta go make some calls. Sorry, George, seems your birthday is over for now." he said before leaving the room.

But, I am a brony. Why haven't I changed? My mind immediately started answering the question with unpleasant scenarios.

It could have changed my insides.

It could have to do with my senses.

It might have given me magic? (That would be both interesting and scary)

I shrugged of the unpleasant thoughts and decided that it's better to find out than speculate.

"I'll be going to the bathroom to make sure I haven't lost my jewels" I said intending it as a joke to lighten the mood. As I walked of I could hear my father chuckle. If it was from somehow hearing my joke or from talking on the phone I couldn't tell.

Entering the bathroom I quickly locked the door and undressed to get a good look at myself in the mirror, then I stopped. I saw something Incredible and terrifying. I was looking at my sides where on my 'flanks' I could see something, a cutiemark. I could only stare as horror filled me and I got goose bumps. The cutiemark I was looking at was something I knew, I knew full well what it meant and who it belonged to. And that's what scarred me. On my flank sat THE cutiemark, the mark of twisted fate, the cutiemark of a madmare and the cutiemark of my OC, my dear Glimmer Thorn.

And I was scared out of my mind as I could hear the mad laugh of a certain mare coming from my own throat while starring at the mirror.
I was so scared.

Author's Notes:

Now stuff is going to get weird.

Heh, would have been done earlier with this story if not my internet disappearing on me when I was just about to save my work and for some reason reloading the page making me loose the progress, I should so have saved 3 seconds earlier...

Comment, like/dislike and tell me why You like/dislike. What you guys Expect and what you think I should have happen in the story.

Edit: So this chapter had a bit more editing then the first one. Some might appreciate a re-reading of this chapter.

Chapter 3. The talk and more changes

Still looking at the mirror I had started to doubt my own mind, Did I really just hear myself laugh with the voice of Glimmer Thorn? Only after realizing just how cold it was just standing in the middle of a cold bathroom without clothes was, I awoken from my daze. Quickly getting my clothes on I left the bathroom and headed for the stairs leading down so I could go to my room, to my bed and sleep. Hoping all of this is just some weird dream I could wake up from.

While leaving the bathroom I was however stopped by my sister. "What is it? What's gotten into you?" I really didn't like the way she put it, I now felt obliged to tell her about the monster, I thought would either haunt me or that I might turn into said monster now that I had the cutiemark. So I told her the truth.

"Nothing, or... well, I found out what happened to me."

"What? really? What is it? Is it something... You know I don't think I wanna know If you had to take your clothes of to find it." She said while pointing onto the shirt I wore, showing me I wore it inside out.

"No it's nothing like that, I got a cutie mark, and I know what pony I'm turning into. It's my OC Glimmer Thorn, If you remember me telling you about her." I told my sister while pulling of the inside out shirt and then putting it on once again, this time the right way. (Yes, I just did that in front of a girl/woman/mare/whatever, but she's my sister and she has actually seen worse. So, shut it.)

"No way, are you sure? That's... That's terrifying!"

"Tell me about it. Anyways, I have to think about this, I'm gonna go sleep." Suddenly feeling both sleepy and also noticing that my nose was now in prime condition, like it was never damned in the first place, Weird, but that word isn't enough to describe this day, not even a little. I made my way to my room. Once inside I did what I had promised, I once again undressed and got into the bed, trying to sleep away my problems.

I was standing on grass, next to me was a great cliff wall and on the other side a forest. Looking around I quickly came to the conclusion of not knowing where I'm at. While still trying to find any kind of landmark or maybe even identify the mountain I heard someone chuckle behind me, or rather somepony. Turning around I could see a pony standing on it's hind hooves leaning against the cliff wall, looking directly at me. Her white coat shining against the dull gray background, Her crimson red mane and tail where both wild and ended in curved spikes looking like thorns. Her horn was like any other horn, white as her coat but with a black streak running through it. Her eyes were for a start like any other ponies, except when it came to the iris, instead of an iris I was starring into what looked like a yellow changeling eye sitting in the middle of a normal pony eye and there was no pupil. And last but not least was her cutiemark, the same as mine: Two branches clinging to each other in the shape of a double helix, one of them light brown and bare, the other was green and full of thorns.

While I was taking in the look she smiled, "Like what you see?" she said and once again started to chuckle. Contradictory to her mad mare laugh, she now sounded quite cute. Suddenly clicking in my head what she said and that I had been starring I looked away with a bit of embarrassment. At this she started laughing, this time a normal laugh.

"Sorry, but I couldn't resist making that joke, but neither of us have the whole day, we should get down to businesses." Now planting her fore hooves back on the ground she walked up to me and smiled once again. But before I could even start to speak she interrupted me.

"You and I are currently in Equestria, the main reason we're here is because I know stuff you don't and I want to share. What do you say? Gonna listen or you still be afraid of me?" She said, looking at me. Her stare making me feel a bit uncomfortable.

"Afraid of you? Why would I be afraid of you? I'll listen to what you have to say. But how can I be in Equestria? Is this a dream?"

"Whoa, slow down with the questions! *sigh* One, yes I can feel the fear you feel for me, you fear me for my mental instability. I can assure you, I've gotten it under control. Two, Yes, this is a dream, for you that is, for me this is reality. You may have made it, but I live in it and therefore I see it as reality. So both yes and no on that one. Anything else George?" She asked me.

I was sitting there in this absurd situation, now the reason I wasn't too skeptic Is simple, One: I had always had an open mind and was always open to the idea of magic to be real. Two: I rather trust and regret, than doubt and regret. So I once again began to speak.

"Alright, but then what is actually going on? Why am I turning into you? And the rest of the fandom into their own OC's?" Now, I didn't expect her to know. But I just had to ask the question.

"Ah, so you figured out that part. Yes, you are turning into me. Your OC as your kind calls us. And so are the rest of your kind. As for why and what will happen after that I can only speculate, I have theories and such but nothing I can say for sure, would you like to listen? Two heads are always better than one they say, right?" She asked me, making me relax as she spoke in a more friendly tone.

"Kay. Let's listen to your theory. I hope this thing is reversible." I said. Getting an amused smile from her.

"What, you don't find little me good enough to become me?" She said with a pout looking down at the ground.

"What, no. I didn't mean it like that. It's just that I'm not exactly trilled to either turn into another race completely or/and turn into the opposite sex!"

Glimmer looked up on me with an amused grin on her face. "You could always get a sex change, right?"

I was stunned into silence. "Please, enough with the jokes, let's get back to those theories of yours." I said, regretting giving her such a personality.

"Fine, but I'm only gonna talk about the most probable one. Okay? Good. So listen well, cause I'm not gonna repeat myself. Now, first let's talk about what we do know: Somepony in your world is responsible for this, they somehow managed to create a surge of power to change your world. What it was and how it worked we do not know. Still following? Good. Now to my speculations. The surge I believe boosted your worlds magic capacity, meaning your world is right now high on magic. However, this is strange, as your world to begin with had very little or no magic at all and is unable to create more on it's own. Where did all the excess magic to fill the capacity come from? Yupp, Equestria. Well, not this Equestria anyway, I think it's the one you'd call the 'real' one, the original. As, you can guess this means that somehow your worlds are connected and therefore affecting you. But why or how is beyond even me. The universe works in mysterious ways, like black holes, why, just why would the universe want to create those? They eat the universe itself!" Glimmer ended her explanation.

I had been sitting there quietly the whole time, only when she said "the original." could I only think one thing. Does this mean all the ponies from the show actually exist, just in another world connected to ours? Would we be able to meet? "But wait, this means you don't know how to fix it?" I asked, hoping I was wrong.

"Nope, if I knew what caused it and how it worked, maybe. But without being able to confirm anything my hooves are tied." She said, shrugging her (shoulders?).

"I guess, I'll have to ask the ones responsible, only problem will be to find them." I said, not completely losing hope just yet.

"Oh, that shouldn't be a problem, BTW, might be time for you to wake up. Besides I'm going hunting." She stated while starting to trot away.

"Wait, hunting? I thought you where herbivore?" I asked her confused.

"Ever heard of pandas eating meat when they can't find anything else? same principle. Besides, Wild Vine is a great cook when it comes to meat, she's the one who introduced me. But you should really wake up soon. you've been asleep for nearly 8 hours, any more and you'll become nocturnal. Bye, see ya some other time." She said, disappearing in the treeline.

"Buh... eh, what? I'll see you again? When?" I screamed after her.

"Someday, I don't know, maybe even never. I'm done with you and you're done with me. So now, WAKE UP!" She screamed back from beyond the forest.

I woke with the dream still clear in my head. I turned to look at my alarm to see what time ti was 16:34 or 04:34 PM. I groaned, sleeping this much made it really difficult to get up during the next sleep. I got up and got dressed. Eager to find out if there had been any more development while I had the weirdest talk of my life, in a dream. Still, the meeting had gone quite differently to how I had imagined it to go, but that was for the best.

Walking into the kitchen I saw my sister doing homework at the dinner table and my mother making dinner, I think I could hear my father still speaking over the phone upstairs. "So, anything new while I was asleep?" I asked, sitting down at the table.

My sister looked up from her homework and smiled. "Yeah, some guys claim to be behind this and are organizing a meetup here in Chicago, otherwise nothing else. Dad has been trying to get more information the whole day. And I wa-"

*poof*

My sister had suddenly sprouted wings. I was sitting there, looking at her new appendages, just like my mother. We where both looking at the two moss green wings sprouting of her back. My sister was surprised as well, she now had wings, two whole new limbs she did not know how to control. And as you can imagine, she of course tried to use them, right there right then.

Her wings flapped in an weird angle and made her fall of the chair with a loud *thud* and a groan of pain, me and my mother where by her side instantly.

"Sabrina, You kay?" "Sabrina! Are you hurt?" me and my mother said at the same time.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You don't have to worry. Just didn't expect my wings to fling me like that, they're quite powerful. Guess that comes from them being vertical instead of horizontal? I might not be able to use them to fly. I could injure myself."

"That's awfully observant of you, but I still think you could fly if you practiced, remember Equestrian girls?" I pointed out. While our mother had gone back to cooking our dinner, smelled like something vegetarian, but I didn't recognize the smell.

"Is that even count as cannon? Whatever, guess we'll find out. Meanwhile I now have some sort of new entertainment." She said, smiling to herself.

"And that would be?" I wondered.

"Training my wings of course!" She exclaimed, her face going from happy to happy meal.

This is gonna end badly, I should keep an eye on her. "Well, I'm feeling much better. My nose I completely fine and I only have a small headache. So I'll help you train. So first of, where are you gonna train?" I asked her, silently hoping that I could stop her from doing anything stupid.

"Huh, what ya mean?" She said. Of course she hadn't thought it trough. I thought to myself, almost face palming in front of her.

"I mean that you couldn't or rather shouldn't be trying to use those wings indoors until you can use them like you can your arms or legs. Also simply doing it outside wouldn't do either as we do have quite a few neighbors and who knows how the'll react. So, where were you planning on training those?" I said pointing at her wings.

"I guess, besides, if you're coming with me it really would be best if nopony saw us." Did she just say nopony instead of nopony? Wait what? I just did that too? What is going on? I thought as I caught us both saying it without thinking.

Dude, she just insulted you, what are you thinking about? Priorities man.

Shut up brain! You're not helping, but you do have a point.

"Hey, that wasn't nice. I'm quite good looking for your information sister." I said, showing a proud smile.

"Yeah? Well, I doubt your charm makes everypony ignore your fangs and creepy eyes." she stated in a mocking tone as if I was stupid.

I must have gotten additional changes just like her, great. Gotta take a look at that, did she say eyes and... FANGS?! I thought as I was suddenly fully aware of a weird feeling in my mouth. Great, I want suck your blooooood... I thought to myself, as I remembered som kind of reference with a vampire saying such a thing, just to entertain myself and not freak out, again.

"Could I get a mirror, quick! I gotta see." I asked my sister.

"Here." She said handing me a hand mirror.

Taking a careful look in the mirror revealed the eyes of Glimmer Thorn, they looked like normal eyes except the irises looked like changeling eyes do and where the same golden/amber/yellow color Glimmer's had, as well as missing pupils. My fangs weren't visible with my mouth closed, but if I opened it four fangs where fully visible, the ones on the lower jaw somewhat smaller but still at least twice as long as the normal teeth. Strangely I had not noticed them before and also soon found out I could retract them at will, and found it really helpful that they already did so on their own every time I closed my mouth. Must be why I didn't notice. With enough effort I was able to retract them almost constantly while talking, I looked creepy enough as it is with the eyes.

My father came down to see what the ruckus had been about, and we explained to him that another transformation had occurred, and they would probably keep on happening till we where ponies. I then went on explaining who I was turning into and that they probably would turn into their own OC's. This made my father laugh.

"Damn, to think I'm turning into Growing Soil. Hope I'll get his magical talent! That would be awesome, although problematic but still cool." He said, surprising both me and my sister that he actually had an OC.

"Huh, didn't know you had an OC dad, since when?" My sister asked.

"Well, I think after season 2? Don't really remember." He replied, unsure.

"It was actually before the end of season one, I remember cause you wouldn't leave me alone until I made one of my own. Guess I could see myself living as Sundrainer. That would be interesting." My mother suddenly burst into the conversation after completing the dinner she had made.

"Really, huh. Oh, well. Just hope I'll be able to use the Earth pony magic soon, that would be so cool." Dad said, referring to the passiv magic of Earth ponies to make plants grow faster and better.

"Well, I'm able to use pegasus magic, so I think you should be able too if you wanted to, or maybe we have to wait for another transformation?" My sister hypothesized.

My father nodded at that, "Probably, I haven't felt anything I'd call Earth pony magic."

"So anyone else has their curiosity peaked? Should we talk about our OC's over dinner perhaps?" My sister asked. We all nodded and started to clean the table for dinner.

During this we notice my mother had grown a beich colored horn. And my fathers eye colors had changed from green to blue. This would take some getting used to, hopefully we and the rest of the world would adjust rather sooner than later. We wouldn't want to disturb people with our mere presence and hiding our whole lives wouldn't work either.

Author's Notes:

Wow, this chapter turned out to be a bit more than I hoped.

Next chapter, the training will begin!

Can you wait? Cause I sure can't, although I do know what will happen.

Leave comments and feedback, love to hear opinions or maybe even suggestions to what will happen next.

Edit: This chapter has now also been edited. I believe it enhances the chapter.

Chapter 4. Reality strikes

Dinner ended horribly. My mother had broken down and started to cry in the middle of the meal once she realized she had lifted her spoon with magic. That eventually got to me and my sister when we really realized that we weren't technically humans anymore. Something we had been and had our whole life was now being taken away from us without our consent. And it really felt horrible. We all sat there and felt miserable for what felt like hours. Our food was soon cold and stale but we didn't really pay it any attention as we had all lost our appetite in this foul mood.

Eventually we got bored of sitting and feeling miserable and left the table to keep our minds busy with other things; training. During dinner, before the tears, sobs and misery could interrupt I had forwarded the idea of finding a place for my sister and I to train. Seeing how I, in all probability, would grow a horn eventually, I too would need some place safe and open to avoid setting something on fire or blowing something up. (We all know what a magic misfire can do. And I was not gonna let myself turn my parents into cacti.)

My father, being the reasonable and predicting person he is, had already solved this problem. We now had access to an empty warehouse, free for use for a whole year. And the best part? We would be completely undisturbed. Dad has some great friends, I have to say.

Telling our parents we would be home before 9:30 PM, we left for the warehouse. With my father's blessing I drove my sister and I to the warehouse. I might not have a drivers license but I could drive just as well as my father. And seeing how I could still pass for human if no one saw my eyes, traffic shouldn't be a problem. My sister had to hide her wings behind her back while sitting in the back seat. Fortunately, she soon found an old blanket and used it to cover herself instead and pretended to sleep. No one would question that.

The car of my choice, or rather only choice. Was a red Suzuki Baleno. Not the coolest car of the lot but still a nice family car. My father wasn't much on spending money on cars... or anything he didn't need for that matter.

When we arrived at the warehouse I noticed two major things. One: my sister was actually sleeping, and looked damn cute doing it. Two: It was 7:49 PM. Safe to say; we won't get much training done today, if any at all. Not feeling tired at all and now stuck in a car with a sleeping sister, I started thinking about the situation a bit more. We were transforming, into ponies... How? How is it possible to find and target every single brony/pegasister in the world and then force them to do the impossible; transform into their OC? And how would whatever caused this be able to know about their OCs? This was unnatural, if the dream was anything to go by.

Okay, let's explain everything weird right now with magic. That makes sense, if my sister is able to use pegasus magic and my mother her unicorn magic then why wouldn't there be other kinds as well? Great, one thing established. Next, how long will this go on for? Will we eventually transform into full blown ponies or does the transformation stop at some point letting us keep something from our time as humans?

Humans... Is there a possibility this affects not only humans? That would be weird, imagine meeting a former dog that for some reason enjoyed the show and now is turning into a pony able to utilize speech... or not. Will we lose the ability to speak English like humans and start to talk some kind of pony language? I don't know, I don't think there is any canon source I know of that confirms what the pony's original language is. Kinda like a dub when watching anime.

Also, what will the governments do about this? I guess they'd still see us as humans as long as we can talk. But I imagine them being rather unsure about the future since a considerable amount of their people are turning into ponies that are probably unable to do their duty and work. This might actually be devastating for the world. There are a lot of people that are a part of the fandom after all, at least since I last checked. And what if...

My thoughts were interrupted by my sister grabbing my shoulder, making me almost jump out of my seat.

"What time is it?" she asked me looking at the dashboard of the car that didn't show the time anymore since I had already removed the keys. I brought up my right arm out of habit to look at my watch (Yes, I keep my watch on my right arm, find it easier for some reason), only to discover that I had forgotten to put it on. (It's not comfortable sleeping with a watch on your arm. So I tend to forget to put it on after I wake up.) I bought forth my mobile phone instead, lit the screen and looked at the display to see the answer to my sisters question.

It was 8:27 PM.

Horse apples! How long was I just sitting here doing nothing? Time doesn't go that fast! I showed my sister the time on my phone and looked back to see her confused gaze.

"George. Why didn't you wake me up earlier? We have training to do!"

"You mean that you got training to do? I kinda don't have any kind of magic, yet. Besides, felt kinda wrong to wake you up. You know? Thought you might need some sleep, seeing all this weird stuff going on. I know I would, but I already slept a lot today." I said, trying to shift her blame of me.

"I'm fine, now let's go get some training done. How much time till we gotta go back?" She asked, thankfully not blaming me anymore. Probably found that she indeed felt better after sleeping some.

I sighed. "Fine, we have about 20 min until we gotta go to get back before 9:30 PM. Will you make any progress during only 20 min? There's a reason babies take time to learn how to walk." I said, doubting that it would be enough time. I'd much rather just go back home at this point.

"It's alright; I got some kind of feel for them now. Also I had a dream about learning to fly. It felt pretty natural so I'm gonna try that out." She replied, a bit to my disappointment, but I didn't show.

"Really, how was the dream? I had a strange dream as well. One where I met my OC and she told me I was turning into her and what might be the cause... It was really weird..." I said, not thinking much about it.

"Really? Mine was kinda the same. I met Wild Vine, she told me that I was turning into her and then showed me how to move my wings. I was able to get off the ground but not able to fly. But then she said she was getting hungry and it was time for me to get going, and she took off into the Everfree.

"Really?" I asked surprised. Now that I think about it, Glimmer Thorn said we were in Equestria in the dream. But where were we? It was next to a cliff side and a forest, maybe Everfree forest? I thought, remembering that Glimmer was going out to hunt, something that led to food. I felt that her going hunting and Wild Vine's hunger might be connected.

"Yeah, now let's get going!" My sister said, leaving the car by opening the door and jumping out, her wings almost getting caught on the frame.

The warehouse itself was completely empty and bare. A concrete floor being the only thing in sight between the white colored walls on an area of 70 square meters. (Yes I use the metric system. Deal with it.) And about 5 meters in height. Plenty of room for flying. But I would like to get some mattresses to cover the floor, don't wanna see my sister fall and splash her brains out.

During the next 20 min my sister was trying to get herself to stay in the air. She was just about able to take off. But as soon as her feet left the ground she lost balance and she either started going sideways into a wall or fell over in the air and fell down to the ground. I was both worried about her health and laughing my ass off, earning myself a few glares from my very unhappy sister. However I was indeed impressed. If she was only able to clear the lift off she should be able to stay in the air, and from there it should be 'a cakewalk' as she put it.

But 20 min passed by fast and it was time to return home.

"Sis, it's time to go home. You can do that when you get home." I said, getting up from the spot I had been sitting at.

During the last fall my sister had realized that her feathers had gotten roughen up a bit and had decided to try and preen her feathers. I had offered to help her to save time but she had denied saying it was weird enough as it was. When I had asked her how she came to the thought of preening she said that Wild Vine had done so after a lot of flying around and that she then tried it herself and it felt... natural to do so. The preening was a learning process; Sabrina had by mistake pulled out one of the more firm feathers from her wing at one point but had only winced at the pain. Yet I could see her holding back her tears. It looked rather painful.

Returning home we were greeted by our parents. Somehow mother was a lot more cheerful than before, seemingly dad was able to calm her down and cheer her up. Man, dad must really be a jack of all trades. I thought before I told my dad about the need of something to soften the fall in case my sister really got into the air and fell to the ground, a 5 meter drop onto concrete is not a soft one. After that I went to my room to see if anything new had popped up about what's going on.

Finding nothing I sat for a moment and wondered what to do. And I could only come up with one answer; watching YouTube videos. And of course almost every single one of them mentioned what had happened today at least once during the video, many having hypothesis of their own and some were even of youtubers becoming ponies themselves. All of them with different animalistic traits, one even had Draconequus traits. Some were spreading the word of the people claiming responsibility and other had yet to find out.

Well, this will be interesting. I thought as I was looking around to see what authorities around the world came up with. And came down laughing my as off as soon as I came to Sweden. The bucking KING had gotten wings! Oh, this was brilliant. I knew Sweden was a nice country; I had been there on vacation with the family. So they would probably take the whole thing calmly, only problem would be the many cultural differences as they had a lot different people from all around the world living within their borders. But that was their problem and when their king had gotten wings I don't think many would be against treating all effected as normal people.

After a few extra searches I found a few sites where people had put up diaries starting from when they woke up to right now. All from bronies and pegasisters, further convincing everyone that only our fanbase was being affected, damn. Is this really happening? Only bronies and pegasisters? What's next? Dragon migration? ... I should not tempt fate. Exhausted and having a lot to think about, I put my computer to sleep (I never actually turn it off unless I really need to) and sploshed down onto my bed or couch as it really was just that.

And I was in for one of the wildest dreams I have ever had.

First came the sounds. It sounded like a fire nearby and some crickets playing their hearts out in an attempt to woo a mate. Only to make me wake up so to speak. After that came the smells. It smelled like morning dew and campfire, burning on wet logs. Nice. I thought in sarcasm. After that came the feeling. I was lying on moist dirt and was a bit cold from the dew that had my clothes all moist, didn't help my only clothes where a white T-shirt and sweatpants and my socks. Weird, considering the fact I slept with far less. And then came the vision as I opened my eyes to see a campfire not so far from me. Still far enough for me to not feel the heat it produced.

Getting up, I took a better look around. I was in some sort of clearing under a star filled sky, but the moon was nowhere to be seen. I was currently alone in the clearing and I realized that the crickets had stopped from my sudden movements. A small smile appeared on my face, I really disliked the noises they make.

Another look around made me realize that it was far to bright too be considered night back at earth. It looked more like everything was covered in shadows rather than being plunged into darkness back home. Either my eyesight got far better or I am now in Equestria, again. With the fact of my last memories were of me trying to fall asleep back home and the fact that I woke up in an unfamiliar place, all pointed towards Equestria.

I got an unpleasant flashback when my thoughts reached the topic of lucid dreaming, the closest thing to what I was experiencing I guessed. I had never really had any lucid dreams except like 2 where I was able to fly but they were really short. The uncomfortable memories I had connected to this was that lucid dreaming is closely related to sleeping paralysis, something I would never wish upon anyone else... Okay, maybe some of my enemies. But point is; that shit is really scary.

For me it was at the age of ten, what I experienced was waking up to see the door to my room wide open, (even though I closed it so I didn't have to see the darkness in the hallway that could not be reached by my nightlight) and everything being clear as day as moonlight was illuminating everything. And through my wide open door was a black figure slowly walking towards me. (This was around the time I had gotten the thing about how terrible death was; one of our families budgies had died earlier that week.) And of course the figure on my doorstep was to me, DEATH. I was in panic and could neither get out of bed or scream, I was only able to scream out and sit up in my bed once I woke up. It was truly terrifying. But believe it or not, I have experienced worse scares in the living world.

This one was also during night. I awoke to my younger sister standing by my bunk bed and crying. At the time I was just confused and tried asking her what was wrong, she responded with "go away" and more cries, unable to get through to her I woke my parents and got them to calm her down and then resumed my sleep. It wasn't until the next day I got the scare. I found out my sister had been sleeping the whole night with no memory of what happened. She had been sleepwalking and held actual conversation. This to me was the most terrifying thing. I know it seems weird to see it as terrifying, but you should try waking up to your sister crying in the middle of your room and then next morning walk around like nothing happened.

But all this was soon interrupted by the sound of something disturbing the grass behind me. Taking my eyes of the campfire I took a look behind me, cursing over the fact that I had been so gone as to not thinking about my surroundings and letting something sneak up on me, I had been in the scouts for Celestia's sake.

Wait, Celestia? was the only thing I was able to think before I turned around and saw her. Again; I should not have been surprised to see Glimmer Thorn, but my thoughts had led me to forget I was in a dream.

"Hello George, we meet again. Your sister and Wild Vine will be here shortly."

Author's Notes:

Oh, horseapples. Here I sit reading fimfic and realize, I forgot to credit Greycait for proof reading.

Also, I will now start on the next chapter! YAY. So expect new content very soon!

Edit: Yeah, that didn't happen... sorry. But I promise it's worth the wait for the idea spawning I recently had.

Actual chapter edit: I have now edited all four chapters. I have also written the next chapter and will upload id soon.

Chapter 5. Mirror, mirror on the wall...

"Wait, my sister and her OC are coming here? How is that possible?" I almost screamed out in both surprise and disbelief.

"Indeed. I and Wild Vine had a good talk and came to a certain conclusion. And for best results you and your sister's attendance would be for the best." Glimmer Thorn answered with her 'normal' voice, still creepy enough to send chills down my spine.

Guess I'll have to get used to that, seeing as I'm turning into her myself. This is so weird and feels so wrong on so many levels... I thought, not actually daring to voice my thoughts in front of Glimmer.

"So... what are we going to do exactly? I'd rather know what we are doing before we start doing random things." I stated remembering a prank that had gone horribly wrong a few years back.

"Hah- It's not random things; we already got the process figured out. All we really need is for you two to be able and replicate the process in your world and we're set," Glimmerthorn answered while starting to look in the direction she came from.

"Once again, what are we doing exactly?" I asked again, starting to have doubts about trusting my OC.

"We're making a mirror!" A third voice chimed in from the direction Glimmerthorn was looking.

Looking over I saw a pegasus mare floating towards us just above the ground. Her coat was "dark moss green" while her mane was light gray in color and resembled Rainbow Dash's wild mane style, only longer. The same went for her tail. The eyes were emerald green. And last but not least the cutiemark that covered her flank; A pegasus wing in motion, cutting through some kind of vine. To be honest I was surprised to see no scars or wounds on her, something I questioned as I inspected the pegasus mare who supposedly lived most of her life in the Everfree forest. I guess I'm not to underestimate her if she is able to go through Everfree unscratched for long periods of time, even go as far as to live there... Wonder if she knows Zecora? No wait focus. I thought to myself, remembering the supposed adventures that Wild Vine had been through, told by my sister.

"Am I correct in assuming you're Wild Vine?" I asked hoping I was right. Mostly cause I wanted to find out what we where gonna do and then get it over with.

"Yeah, that's me! And you're George?" asked Wild Vine.

"Right you are, unless you mean another human named George around these parts," I responded sarcastically.

"Ok, I admit, that was a stupid question. But you don't have to be like that." She replied, seemingly a bit hurt by my remark.

"Sorry, I'm just kinda waiting for you and my sister to come here so that I can find out what your master plan is and we can get going. Doing nothing is getting old." I explained away some of my grumpiness. I was really getting tired of waiting as I had no way to measure time in this dream.

"Yeah, Sabrina should be here soon." Wild Vine said, giving me hope this would soon be over.

"Actually, I've been wondering. How do you guys know stuff like that?" I asked, looking at the two ponies as they look at each other and back at me.

"We dunno," they answered at the same time.

Great. Seems the answers I'll be getting today are limited. I thought as I face palmed.

Suddenly, I heard something rustle in the grass next to me. I looked over to my right and I saw my sister lying on the grass. She was just about 'waking up'. She lifted herself from the ground and looked at me. Now, I was expecting her to hug me or something and start babbling about how awesome it is that we're both in the same dream. But I guess I was wrong.

"You're not Wild Vine," my sister stated with a straight face, looking at me. I could only imagine what my face looked like right then. Probably really confused, because that's how I felt. Also, the ponies a few meters away have both burst into laughter and were rolling around on the floor. Good for them.

After a while of looking at the laughing ponies I looked back at my sister. She was smaller than I could remember.

"Do I know you?" my sister suddenly asked, looking at me. "You seem kinda familiar..." The laughing had stopped and I was looking at my sister in disbelief.

"Sis? It's me, George! Don't you recognize me?" I asked in an almost pleading voice. Hearing those words my sister's eyes widened and her pupils shrank, and then... she laughed, and once again the ponies joined her. I was stunned and wondering what was going on.

After a moment I suddenly realized what had happened; just as my sister had gotten smaller, I must have had some kind of change brought upon me since last time. Great, they're laughing about some part of me that I have yet to notice. What could it be?

I looked around, trying to find any reflective surfaces to look at so that I could see myself. But as it stood, I was out of luck. That is until I noticed something off about my field of vision. My hair! was what I thought in panic as I realized the change in my field of vision was because of the crimson color of the hair that I could just about see at the corner of my eye. Now focusing my search for differences on my head only, I could make them out without having to look.

At some point between entering this half-dreamscape and the appearance of my sister, my hair had a makeover. Or rather, a complete overhaul. My hair, for a start was completely crimson-red, almost like blood. However I could actually feel the other differences to it. Right now my hair was reaching down to my shoulders. Something I noticed from the slight feeling of hair on my shoulder. But now that I was aware of my hair I felt the most annoying change to it, it didn't feel like hair. It felt more like steel wool on the skin. And I was not enjoying it. But what actually annoyed me was the fact that the others were still laughing, and I still had no idea how they found such humor in my hair.

"Okay, what is it? What is it that makes my hair look so funny?" At that moment I realized I had asked the wrong question. They all looked at me and fell into another fit of laughter. Great, the sight of me is too funny too look at. All I could do was to sit back and wait until they calmed down.

A painfully laughter filled while later, the ponies and half pony in the form of my sister had calmed down enough to be able to look at me and still keep a straight face. I choose that moment to get the question out of my mind.

"Okay, you guys had your fun, now tell me. WHAT THE BUCK THAT WAS ABOUT!" Yeah, I was pissed about it, I hated when people laughed at me.

"Sorry brother it's just..." she trailed off as she started giggling slightly. I gave her a stern look and she reduced the giggles to a smile.

"Heh, sorry again. It's just that you really look like a girl! And that was before the hair!" She exclaimed and fell into another fit of laughter. What the buck!? Enough with the laughter already. I could feel my face warm up a little. I was both embarrassed and outraged.

"But the best part is your voice, it's still the same. It looks so weird when it comes from somepony who looks like they are of the other gender."

"BUCK! What am I gonna do now?" I almost screamed to the world. "This will not go unnoticed." As soon as I said that and saw the look on my sister's face I immediately regretted saying it out loud. She once again burst into laughter, this time without the ponies who where content with snickering.

"OMG, you won't be able to speak to anyone without them raising an eyebrow at you! HAHAHA, please, make it stop. This is too funny! HAHAHA..." If looks could kill I'm sure my sister wouldn't be laughing right about then.

"Well, as much fun as we're having right now," Glimmer spoke up, still smiling from the situation my sister had put me in, earning a glare from me, one that she completely ignored. "We are on a schedule. So, I would like to have your attention."

As my sister calmed down and I stopped glaring daggers at her, Glimmer started explaining what we were about to do.

"Okay, first off. I want you to keep your questions until I'm done explaining. Second; it's extremely important for you two to listen up as I am expecting you to be able to imitate and repeat this in your world. Also you should know that I can't tell you what we're doing or how it works. It's for both ours and your safety. Any questions?"

"Yeah, I have one. I already know that we're making some kind of mirror. So the 'what we're doing' is self explanatory. But about the how. I don't understand how we're gonna help without knowing how to help." I asked, hoping it would be easier than they made it sound.

"Okay. I can understand that. But you have missed a few points. Indeed are we making a mirror, but I'm not gonna reveal what it is for, also it is completely fine for you to participate as you will not know what exactly we are doing during the mirror's creation."

"Ah. I guess I'm not meant to ask what the small cauldron, the buckload of different flasks and different metals are doing here?" I asked, trying to imply that if she wanted me and my sister to make another in our world we would have to know what we had to make it out of.

"It's fine for you to know what we'll be using. You are supposed to be able and replicate the process." She replied, not elaborating what she really meant.

"And how will me and my sister do that? I don't even recognize half of this stuff." I implied this time to really get the message across.

"It'll be in your subconscious, we will also say what it's we're using. Now keep quiet, and save all the questions for after we're done." She said, turning around together with Wild Vine and started the creation of the mirror.

I don't know how, but I apparently summoned a block and start writing down questions for when they're done with their ritual. I also wrote down every step and what the things they used were called. I was surprised to discover that some of them I recognized; bottle of water from the mirror pool, diamonds, gold, and for some reason a regular stick. But I had no idea how to get some water from the mirror pool over to our world. I wrote it as one of my questions.

As they begun I realized it was extremely boring, yet I kept myself in line and made sure I remembered what they did so that my sister an I could replicate the mirror in our world. As much as I actually didn't want to do this I was ready to trust my OC as she was almost the only one to know what was going on.

As they were done with the mirror I saw that the gold had only been used to make a handle for the mirror; apparently gold was optional. Thank Celestia. I thought, as I had no idea where I would have found gold in the real world.

"Okay, so now the mirror is complete. You have any questions?" Glimmerthorn asked me after having made sure the mirror didn't crack or break from being thrown around a little. It also seemed to react somewhat to her magic.

"Well, we do have a few." I said, looking at my sister who had written down her own questions.

She nodded and we started asking the questions we had, most of which were answered and explained further. By the end of it I and my sister were completely prepared to make one mirror of our own. We were apparently to use suitable substitutes for the things that only existed in Equestria. Yet Glimmer refused to tell us the purpose of the mirrors. It was rather frustrating, but I let it slide. I really didn't want to annoy Glimmer any further; she could get scary when angry. I should know.

After Glimmer and Wild made sure we had the process down 100%, it was time to say goodbye and wake up.

"So... how do I wake up now? I don't think it'll work like in a normal dream, right?" I asked, unsure. The only way I knew of how to wake up once you are lucid would be to either die or have a nightmare scary enough to wake you up.

"No, but don't worry, I know how to help." Glimmer said with a somewhat evil smile. Safe to say I wasn't really sure I wanted to know what she was planning, yet I asked.

"Eh, what are you gonna do?" I asked, only making her smile some more.

"Oh, nothing special, just this!" she said as she spun around and bucked me as hard as she could between my legs. Last time I can remember having nuts. And it hurt like hell, waking me up from the dream. I could also hear my little sister laughing rather loudly from her own room. Safe to say she didn't get the same wake-up call I did. At least it didn't hurt outside the dream.

I also think my cold might have come back. My head hurts.

Author's Notes:

And after all this time, I'm back with this story. I have also remade the old chapters a bit to be more up to date to my current writing style with only a few additions.

Thanks for waiting this. I might update this story a bit more regularly as the parent fic will soon have an update according to MidnightChaos.

Thanks to Greycait for helping me to not absolutely butchering the English language.

Chapter 6. Mirror making and mind breaking

I was looking up at my ceiling after having just woken up. "What is wrong with the world?" I thought while remembering yesterday. If yesterday was anything to go by, today would not be any better. Considering the fact that we had all most likely transformed again. My recent addition of crimson steel hair helped to convince me about that.

I got up thinking that there is no time as the present. I wanted to confirm with my sister that we indeed had the same dreams and see if we could get a hold of all the ingredients required to make the stupid mirror. I just wanted to get this over with and find out what the mirror was for, my curiosity having won me over from the other part of my mind trying to tell me that this could be a very bad idea. It was somewhat troublesome trying to figure Glimmer Thorn out. I might have made her, but she was too unpredictable for me.

I quickly went through my daily routine of showering, eating breakfast and getting clothed. As I did so, my sister got herself presentable and came down to eat some cereal herself. My mother and father were still sleeping as they were most likely exhausted from yesterdays emotional and crazy revelations.

As my sister and I found ourselves ready for the oncoming day, and after confirming that the dream was indeed the real deal, we said goodbye to our parents who had both had their legs turned into those of a pony and now had hooves on their ends, making it incredibly hard to walk, meaning they would be staying at home while my sister and I were out shopping for everything we needed for the mirror.

We went around shopping for most of the day, getting everything required for the mirror we were making. I got a lot of strange looks and laughs from people when they realized I only looked extremely feminine but was still a male. As we completed our shopping trip and made our way back home with the rather questionable collection of items, where we began with making the mirror.

"Spoon, the small one." I asked of my sister as I stood in front of the soon to be complete frame for the mirror with my hand stretched out so that Sabrina could place a small spoon in my open palm. I quickly did the necessary motion to break apart the small shard with the spoon in a highly specific way that could only be achieved by a small spoon. Mind boggling, but meh. Magic, I guess.

As I was done with the spoon I put it down and reached out with my hand once again. "Sister, can you pass the bucket of copper pieces?" I was soon handed the bucket and went over to the small forge we had acquired. We had placed it in the garage and were now making the mirror in there. As the copper melted it made the base for the reflective surface that would be a part of the mirror. Now came the tricky part, we would have to blend it together with a compound I made earlier out of some plants, water and somehow darkness. Don't ask me how, but I somehow managed to capture the "darkness" by doing this in absolute blindness and no light. It ended in a big mess and the creation of the weird liquid I was now pouring into the melted copper.

As the liquid made contact with the copper it did nothing, but after adding the broken shards they instantly melted together and started creating a cyan colored paste that no longer seemed like metal and had a weak shine to it. To say I was confused was an understatement. As confused as me and my sister were, we both ignored this as it would be short lived. We still had a lot to do until we were done with the mirror and I was afraid that if I thought to much about the why's and how's of the whole process I would end up revolutionizing some aspects of science and end up getting some noble prize. Don't get me wrong, it would be a dream come true, but right then and there was not the time or place.

As soon as all of the paste seemed to be equally cyan, we added one simple ingredient, water. As soon as the water hit the paste it melted and seemed to revert to a more liquid state, it looked as if the paste turned into a shiny metal once again, only completely silver colored and reflecting all light perfectly. It had just turned into mirror pool water. Once again me and my sister ignored the why's and how's, but I did write down the process for future processing when I wasn't working with something as dangerous as magical water that could create clones.

Now that the mirror water had been created we would have to extremely careful, anything of organic composition that fell into the water would be replicated as a clone, and most likely use up the little amount we had. I quickly poured it into a special mold we had prepared earlier on, filling it to about half with the mirror water. "Now comes the fun part, right sister?" I asked Sabrina. We were almost done, only thing for the mirror now was to compress the water into a diamond. As we created said diamond, my sister picked up the box we had bought with a small fortune, it was a box full of special made carbon sheets that just so happened to be perfect for the job. We carefully brought them out one by one and placed them down into the liquid, unable to see past the surface of the mirror water, we had to rely on our tools to feel if the plates had lined up correctly under the surface. We placed all of the carbon plates into the pool and then covered the mold with a lid. It was now time to heat up and pressurize the whole thing.

As we left the mold in the pressurizer we both let out a sigh of relief we didn't know we'd been holding. All previous steps were vital and one slip up could end it all. We nearly lost our chance at the mirror water when one of Sabrina's feathers nearly fell in, thankfully she noticed and managed to catch it before it landed in the water. With the pressurizer on and running, it would take at least 14 hours for it to compress all the carbon into diamond. Now, I get that it is strange how we happen to have all of these weird tings in our garage, I think it's weird as well. But my father's job sometimes leaves him with a lot of free time, and when he isn't spending time with the rest of us, he likes to tend to different hobbies. Some of which require different machines. So don't ask me, ask him.

"Well, today certai-" I managed to say before I put a hand to cover my own mouth. I now had the voice of Glimmer Thorn. I looked down and would you know it, I now had two new round additions to the forefront of my body. I'll say I didn't expect something like this, but in reality I knew it was coming. During the last process of putting the mold into the pressurizer we had once again had some kind of change. I had finally lost everything I could that gave me the right to call myself a man. And yes, I meant everything.

Meanwhile, instead of making fun of me or saying something about my changes, my sister was looking at her own changes. She now had her pony ears, her human ones missing and her eyes a tad bit more pony like. Somewhat creepy, but I don't think I could say anything about that, seeing as how I turned out myself. I most likely already looked like a human version of Glimmer Thorn, and now I also sounded like her. All I required now would be to become a pony and to grow a horn... I really am not panicking as much as I should. Was it because I was hoping this was all reversible or because I really had no problem with turning into a pony? I actually didn't know.

With our new changes and mirror in the making, we both headed back to see how our parents had handled their own changes, and what changes they had gone through. To say that me and my sister were surprised would be an understatement. My mother had now grown fur all over her body and become smaller making her look like a proper anthromorphic pony. Our father had earned his earth pony strength and had now grown a tail of his own. I was now the only one who could pass as a human, somehow it really irritated me. I might have felt somewhat left out, as if fate was mocking me for being the only one to change gender, and to be the last one to join in on the pony aspects of life. I hadn't even gotten a horn yet and couldn't use the magic I was supposed to get.

I suddenly realized something. I was more disturbed by the fact that I wasn't getting magic, then the fact that I was becoming something else entierly. Was I really that screwed up? That I would ignore physical changes for the possibility of flight and magic? No, I had not ignored the changes, and I had in fact tried to see if this was reversible, but if it was, would I want to go back?

I had no Idea, and it scared me. I was somehow, somewhere deep inside me okay with what was happening. I had many times wondered how different my life would have been had I been born a girl, I had many times been wondering if magic really existed and if I would one day experience it. I had dreams about flying, all of them becoming lucid dreams. I had during one time actually thought I actually could fly by imitating the feeling of flying in my dreams, not really remembering that they were dreams. The last one actually made me chuckle a little. But it didn't help. I had to know what my family thought.

I went up to my sister as she was making phone calls, apparently a few of her friends had or knew someone else who had started to turn into a pony as well. As I stood there, waiting for her to end her conversation she took notice of me and signaled that she would be available soon. As she put down the phone she looked at me and asked "So, what did you want to talk about G?" G happened to be a call name between me and a few friends of mine. It now also fit as I was turning into Glimmer Thorn. Something my sister seemed to have picked up on.

"I just wanted to ask you something." I said, Sabrina motioning for me to go on. "D-do... Are you..." I said before I sighed and recomposed myself. "What would you do if you could turn back into a human, but also choose to turn into a pony?" I finally asked her. As I looked at her I could see her thinking about my question, she always tilted her head in a certain way when she got into some deep thinking. After a while she came up with an answer.

"I am really unsure, I don't think it's a decision I could make unless I really had to. But if possible I would choose the option to be able to choose whenever I want to be either pony or human. Both humans and ponies have their own benefits. But if I really, really have to choose now... I'd have to go with becoming a pony. I'm not looking forward to a completely herbivore diet, but having wings and being able to fly is really awesome! Why are you wondering?"

I was relieved. I wasn't the only pony to think about the benefits of being a pony like that. Maybe it wasn't too weird to think like that after all? "Nothing, it's just that I've had similar thoughts of the benefits of becoming a pony. And it kinda scared me a little that I'm okay with becoming a pony, to loose my humanity, only for an easier and more exciting life. Are we really supposed to think like that? Have we really changed that much already, that loosing our humanity is no longer frightening? I just don't really know right now, so I wanted somepony's else's opinion. Thank you, I don't feel as weird thinking about this anymore." I explained to my sister while falling back into my thoughts with some more relief. My sister also started thinking about something and left me to my own thoughts instead of replying to my explanation or any of my questions.

As I was thinking about this all, the mirror, the meeting with Glimmer Thorn, the transformations, magic and what it would all mean for us, my sight fell upon a clock that was hung up on the wall. It showed 10:14 PM. Quite late as I usually went to bed around 11 PM. "We should call it a night." I told my sister and gestured towards the clock. "We'll continue tomorrow and then we'll go to that convention you spoke about, maybe we can get a few more answers there." Accepting my plans for tomorrow my sister and I both went to bed. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day. I wonder who we'll meet.

Author's Notes:

So, this chapter was a bit jumpy time wise. I really felt like explaining the whole complicated process of creating the mirror, but that would have taken far too long to write down, and I have yet to even come up with a complete method. So I decided to fast forward a bit as not much of anything else occurred.

Also: Sorry for the delay.

Next up, the convention. A little more wait will be required...

Thanks to Kingdom Harmony for proofreading.

Chapter 7. Horrible thoughts with terrible consequences and the time to let it all go

I looked upon the star filled sky. So different from the one on Earth, yet a few constellations were very much like the ones back on Earth.

I didn't actually stargaze much, never had any time for it and the light pollution was usually to much to see anything interesting. But I still enjoyed the stars. I can still remember the first time I did it. My mother had for some reason decided I could stay up late together with her and she took me stargazing. Well, maybe not stargazing, we didn't have any equipment or anything, we just laid down on a patch of grass and looked up at the night sky.

I think it was one of the first moments when I realized how small I was. Starring up at that sky, I knew it was empty. It was so empty, filled with the few stars we could actually see, and the rest, just an empty void. As young as I was, I was actually scared. Scared that whatever bonds held me lying on the grass would suddenly waver and I would be sent out into that scary abyss.

And yet, I remember it as a moment of wonder. Behind that fear, I felt amazing. It was a beautiful night sky, even if I could only see a small amount of the many stars that occupied the sky, and nothing else but complete blackness. I don't think I could ever forget it. To be honest, I think it would be one of the moments in my life that matters to me the most. I believe it in some way defines me, had I been a pony, I might of have gotten my cutie mark right there.

However, I didn't. Instead I'm stuck here. Dreaming of a pony I'm turning into, unable to get my own cutie mark and instead having to be content with one I once made up. Of all my OC's, Glimmer Thorn was perhaps the one with the saddest fate. Her life was one full of pain and suffering, memory loss, identity loss. And once she finally got herself together, it all simply came crashing down again.

As I thought about it I suddenly came to a realization. I never gave her story an end. I have never given Glimmer Thorn a happy ending. Every other one of my OC's had a definite end to their story, a happy ending. But... Does it even matter? Can I even play god like that anymore?

I deflated at the thought. I didn't know what to think. Glimmer Thorn was a creation of my imagination, yet, she was very much real. Despite the fact that she was real, everything I had ever thought about her was true. Every little detail I had decided about her was true, and she knew it. There was also the connection between us that proved this all not to be a mere coincidence. I was turning into her.

Following this logic, I really was to blame for all her suffering. It made me feel miserable. But what can I do? It isn't like I can undo what has already happened... But... maybe I can choose what will happen next? Maybe it isn't too late? Can I still choose what path Glimmer Thorn's life will follow, or have I thoroughly doomed her? Perhaps I should ask her once she wakes up? I thought to myself, still lying on the ground.

If I could still change things... What would I change? Would Glimmer even want me to change things? I sighed. These were questions I would know the answer to as soon as I asked her, no reason pondering on them now.

...

I've already gained her intellect, haven't I? I asked myself.

I chuckled to myself. Dreams... more like visits to other worlds. I remember hearing about the idea that dreams were windows to other worlds, seems it was true after all, who would've guessed?

Rising from the ground, I decided to check up on my sister and Wild Vine. They had kept on going with their flight lessons, especially since it was far easier for Sabrina to fly in Equestria than on Earth. Also, it seemed that the more changes we went through, the better she got at flight. If only I had received my horn first, I could have been doing magic by now! MAGIC! But of course the universe is a bit of a douche and decides it will be the last thing I get.

I walked over to the two Pegasi and once again sat down to watched as Wild Vine informed my sister how to handle sudden changes in surrounding air currents. My sister seemed to be enjoying herself. In fact, they were both having fun. I found myself frowning. I didn't dislike Glimmer, really. It was just that... compared to Wild Vine, she was far too serious and a lot less enjoyable to be around. Perhaps it was from her long isolation before meeting Wild Vine, or perhaps it was some form of resentment towards me for the life I put her through?

No, I can't think like that! I quickly decided. Glimmer wasn't like that, she would-

I stopped myself from thinking any further and instead asked myself another question, one that I feared the answer to. Had I just tried to decide who Glimmer was as a pony? Had I just almost decided for her? It scared me. If I had the power to create her, I most likely held the power to change, or even undo her. I shuddered at the thought and began trying to think of anything else than who Glimmer was or how she behaved. If I didn't think about it, I was less likely to change it. But if I asked her in person, she would be able to tell me the things I don't know, and I would know how she was instead of substituting it with my own guesses and ideas that could potentially change her in real time. Of course, this posed another problem, she might not want to talk about her own past.

I finally managed to distract myself from such awful thinking when I heard the laugh of my sister and Wild Vine. I was glad she was enjoying herself. While we were all thrown into this mess together, she was able to have fun and could care less for the future. To her it all looked bright and cheery. For me? I didn't know. I usually saw myself as an optimist, but right now I didn't feel like one. I was guessing it was the transformation that was behind it, but thinking about it only made me sad and once again brought me back to the depressing matter at hand. I could only wonder if it was like this Glimmer constantly felt. What little backstory she had wasn't a happy one. And her current situation didn't look much better. I wasn't going to think about the future and leave it to Glimmer to make herself a better one, I was done with dictating her life.

A sudden strange feeling overtook me as I looked up from my place in the grass. Not to far away from me stood Glimmer Thorn with a weird, far away look in her eyes. Before I could say anything she snapped back to reality and fixed her gaze on me.

"What did you do?" She asks me with a bit of malice in her voice.

"What do you mean?" I asked her confused. I had just simply been sitting here and thinking. I hadn't actually done anything.

"You did something! I don't know how, but you changed the connection. Somehow you stabilized a point in time-space that was until a moment ago completely unidentifiable. And you didn't do it to just one, nooooo~ You did it to every variable in the whole bucking corner of this universe! So I ask once again. What. Did you. Do?" She asked me again, punctuating each word by poking me rather hard in the ribs with her hoof, this time a lot more of her anger slipping into her voice.

Swallowing my fears I explained as well as I could what I had been doing. "Um... Well, I was thinking. I-I thought about the fact that you were a fictional character, yet we somehow were able to communicate, showing that you were still, very much real. However, this would somehow be contradictory. The fact that I met you, and the fact that I made you in the way I did, would mean that in fact you were just a puppet to my thoughts. Something you clearly are not. Then, it would most likely be coincidence, but how big of a coincidence could it really be if I happen to meet you specifically, a live representation of my imagination, but that not only I, but every other brony and pegasister as well. No, this is no mere coincidence, there is a connection. And the only, most logical connection would be that I am, in fact your creator. But, I... I can't live with that knowledge, to know, that every little fact I make up about you will become real! There are many things I don't know about you Glimmer, and as long as I don't know them, they are uncertain. This means, that you have a favorite meal I never thought of, but as soon as I do, I overwrite whatever it was before. And... It made me feel like a monster. I am responsible for most, if not all bad things that ever happened to you, I never even made a certain future for you, and now, I fear you may not have one. So... I decided I would no longer think about it. The only truth I would allow would be the one you told me, not just something that came from my head. I would meet you as a real pony, and not like the fictional creation that came from my head!" I ended my rant, explaining what I had been thinking about in a small summary.

I had during my explanation turned my gaze away from Glimmer and looked down in shame. Surely Glimmer would now hate me, now that she knew for certain that I was the one to blame for all of her misfortune. I expected her to scream, to be angry and to- I was doing it again, wasn't I? I thought to myself as tears began to form in my eyes. I really was a terrible pony.

And you can therefore imagine how confused I was when Glimmer instead proved all of my assumptions wrong. She hugged me.

I looked up at her to question why she was hugging me, but I was unable to ask as I saw that she was smiling, having tears of her own as she hugged me.

"Thank you." She whispered into my ear.

She kept on hugging me while I continued to become more and more puzzled about why she was thanking me, all of it while crying. She seemed to notice my hesitation as she pulled out from the hug and opened her eyes. As she saw my questioning face she chuckled and began explaining to me exactly why she was to thankful.

"George, when I asked you what you did I was mad. But it was because I was afraid. You see, you changed this world, with that one decision you changed everything. When I felt everything fall into place like that I knew that this world was finally complete. I immediately assumed the worst, that you had in fact come to a decision to complete everything you didn't know, to decide every little detail of my life, to truly make me a puppet to your imagination. But what you just told me states the opposite. You instead let go your ownership over this world, you are still the creator, but everything you didn't decide on has now been decided. You left the rest up to this world to complete by itself. And that means a lot to me. You've basically set me free. I can now do whatever I want, and there would be no force beside the 'real' ones to stop me. You gave up an incredible power, all for me, all because you care about me not as a creation, but as a pony. It shows how much you think of me as real. And I thank you for that." Glimmer said, ending her explanation with a bow.

I was breathless. Had I really just done that? Had I really just made such a big change just by thinking? Once again I became scared of the power that I seemed to posses, had I done the same thing to my other OC's? Looking at Glimmer Thorn I decided I wanted to ask her, but before I could she told me something I would never have expected.

"Also, my favorite kind of foods are pear and mango seaweed rolls." Glimmer said before getting up from her bow and seeing my dumbfounded expression. For a millisecond nothing happened, then she burst out into laughter and fell over while holding her sides. Recovering enough sense to move I managed to look over to my sister and Wild Vine who were both smiling.

I looked back to Glimmer Thorn who was still laughing and decided that this was perhaps the weirdest dream I had ever had. Taking out my phone I looked at the time and sighed, phones don't work well when you're sleeping.

Author's Notes:

Holy shit. This got deep. Well, all is well that ends well, except the fact that this all has yet to end. Not even the dream has come to an end.

Now, I am sorry for how slowly this story is progressing, but it really isn't my main focus. Also, with many authors doing time skips in this universe simply to jump until their OC is sent to Equestria one week after the convention I have to say that this will not be the case for me. This story, will bring you the whole week, and I'm sticking to that. There are after all, many preparations before one can be off to such a new and magical land.

Chapter 8. Ponies mean Magic

After Glimmer had calmed down, it was time we finally got serious. Tomorrow was the day of the convention and we would have to be prepared. My sister and I had done some research on the internet per Glimmer's request and found out that most people were transforming at different rates. Glimmer guessed this had to do with space time displacement or something, meaning that worlds farther away from ours and Equestria effected the transformation times, making them slower, while closer ones had faster transformations. At least that was how I understood it.

"How come you know all this stuff Glimmer? A lot of this just goes over my head." I asked, curious as to how she could be so knowledgeable about something that had never happened before.

"Well, I kind of have access to some parts of the royal archives, I found some material on portals and texts discussing the possibility of visiting other worlds. The records show that whatever they were doing was successful, unfortunately I couldn't find out anything more. But I got interested and began doing some research of my own before all this went down. Good thing, huh?" Glimmer explained.

"I guess. I think I know what it was the research notes you found were about, but I can't be entirely sure. But would I be correct in assuming you used the notes to come up with the mirror we're making?" I asked, comparing the mirror we made somewhat with the mirror from the Equestria Girls movie.

"Really? And yes, I based the mirrors we're making upon what I learned from those research notes. I still have a copy of them if you're interested." Glimmer offered.

"No thanks. I don't get any of the magic stuff. It wouldn't really be something I would understand." I replied. I had yet to gain a horn, and without a horn, I was unable to do any magic. Meaning I had yet to learn anything about it.

Glimmer Thorn groaned and facehooved.

"I knew I forgot something. Come, we're starting your magic training." She stated as she turned around and began leading me.

"Wait, magic training? I don't even have a horn yet!" I protested, not too keen on the prospect of going back to studying, as well as pointing out the flaw in her plan.

"Doesn't mean you can't learn the theory behind magic beforehoof. And once you get your horn, then you should be able to use it as soon as possible, that is, if you want to get that mirror up and running." Glimmer explained to me.

"Fine." I groaned as I followed her towards a small building I hadn't noticed before.

"Was that always there? I don't remember it being there." I said as I pointed towards the cottage at the edge of the clearing.

"Yes, it's always been there, ever since you decided that the universe got to decide for itself." Glimmer Thorn explained.

"After all it's my house. You better wipe your feet before entering." Glimmer said.

As we entered, I saw the inside of a cosy little cottage, in contrast to how I had imagined it, it was all clean and looking rather modern.

"It's not like I expected it to be." I commented.

"Well, it was a compromise between me and Wild Vine. She wanted us to have something we were both comfortable with, this was the result." Glimmer explained, gesturing around with one of her hooves.

Looking around, I noticed the mirror she had made earlier hanging on one of the walls close to the middle of the cottage. It really was a nice place, more modern than anything I had imagined Equestria would have had. Funny that, I just kept getting surprised today. Glimmer led me into a room that seemed to have an older feel to it, seeing as how everything seemed to made out of wood, bookcases lining the walls, a few cabinets and a table in the middle of the room filled with a few parchments full of writing. A blackboard on wheels was standing in one of the corners.

"Welcome to my office. Here you can find anything and all that is known about Changelings," she gestured towards the books lining the walls. "and anything else that caught my interest. And over here," she gestured towards the table filled with papers. "is where I write down my own findings and such." She explained as she levitated a few papers for me to take a look at. It took me a moment to realize what it was I was looking at, but in the end I realized it was what she had used to make the mirror. To be honest, a lot of the expressions and terms were unfamiliar to me, and there seemed to be a lot of mathematics involved.

I somehow understood the mathematics, but many of the words used flew right over my head. I was about to ask Glimmer Thorn if she expected me to understand it all, but never got the chance.

"I'll be teaching you everything you'll need to know on the basics of magic. We won't have time to teach you everything, since it usually takes years to learn magic, but I'm confident you'll learn fast," Glimmer Thorn said, smiling with her fangs visible. "and we begin now!" She exclaimed as I was suddenly strapped to a chair fitting my bipedal body and then turned towards the blackboard as Glimmer Thorn began scribbling on it.

I cringed internally as she began writing, I hate the sound of chalk on blackboard.

I woke up with a headache from all of the information Glimmer had tried to cram into my skull. I could probably recite the whole thing in my sleep... I could have phrased that better. You know what I mean.

In the end, I had woken up before Glimmer had been done with her lecture, and I suspected that next time would be even worse. Well, I guess that's what I get from expecting magic to be easy. Magic was anything but, well, except things like telekinesis. But what surprised me was the amount of spells that were in fact just simple telekinesis used to fold space in certain ways to achieve certain things. I hadn't realized beforehand, but apparently there were many different types of spells. A few examples would be direct spells and matrix directed spells.

While I had some trouble understanding a few of the things Glimmer Thorn spoke of, she said I would understand them when I got to actually using magic. At least now I could make sense out of most of her notes and understand how the mirror worked a bit better. Apparently I would have to use a certain spell as we completed the mirror to link it to the one in this world and hope for the best, since there was no guarantee it would connect over the vast distance between our universes, but Glimmer Thorn was optimistic.

Glimmer Thorn also decided to warn me about discussing magic. We could not be entirely sure, but the magic she was teaching me could end up being different from what other humans turned unicorns would learn. Asking her why, she explained that I could have influenced how magic worked for us back when I still had the power to change her universe and therefore it could be far different from any other magic. It was one thing that could be bad, or good. We would find out eventually, but Glimmer Thorn thought it would be best not to discuss magic with other people until we knew for certain how big of a difference there was.

Personally, I couldn't really understand how it could be dangerous, but Glimmer Thorn was quite persistent and I eventually decided to trust her on the matter and not discuss it with anyone else. I even Pinkie Promised her. Not that I was going to go against my own word, but I only realized later that a Pinkie Promise could have been a terrible idea when there was an infinite amount of worlds, meaning an infinite amount of Pinkie Pies connected to our world right now.

As I got up, I remembered that today was the day of the convention and that we would today be meeting a lot of people like us, people turning into their OC's. It was time to finally see how crazy the people of Earth really were, me being no exception. I had a vague idea of what to expect from the convention. The Internet had been swarmed with Vlogs by this point, made by people turning into their OC's. Interestingly enough, it seemed not a single Alicorn OC had made an appearance, either they were hiding or there simply weren't any. I'd have to ask Glimmer Thorn what she thought about it next time we spoke.

But until the convention, my sister and I had some more work to do on the mirror. I suspected it was compressed by now, meaning that we only had to assemble it and then cast the necessary spells to make it work. Those spells having to wait until my horn appeared.

Today I had apparently awoken early, looking at the time informed me of it being 5:13 AM. No new transformation yet, the usual pattern being two transformations every twenty four hours, one in the morning, and one in the evening. Some of them had been in our sleep, while others had been while we were still awake.

Deciding to be productive, I once again turned towards the internet. And since it is the internet, and since there is now a very interesting world-wide phenomenon going on, it was very much expected that there was a lot more pony related content there than there had been a few days ago including yesterday.

Trying to be smart about it, I watched a few videos on pony magic. Fortunately a few people who were turning into unicorns had made videos to help other unicorns out with their magic. There were a few differences, and a few warnings from more sensible people that not everyone worked magic the same way. One of the guys even referenced another video while showing off how different their magics worked. A handful of the things mentioned were similar to what Glimmer Thorn had taught me, but there were also a lot of notable differences.

I left a comment on almost every single one of the videos how people watching them should be careful with following their advice and not to experiment too much since magic can be potentially lethal if used incorrectly. I also got into a forum where I spent about an hour and a half discussing magic with people, weighing cons against pros, as well as pointing out dangers and potential problems. The biggest concern about magic however showed out not to be wherever people were able to control it or not. It was the other way around. The biggest fear was that your magic would control you, many people were afraid of the potential of dark magic.

In the show, dark magic easily corrupts, only in short bursts and with great will and determination could one use it harmlessly.There were speculations that dark magic doesn't necessarily have to be an evil form of magic. If one was for example able to control it, and resist it's corruptive nature, it could be used for good. I reminded them of the expression "Power corrupts." for that. No one should be playing with dark magic while regular unicorn magic was dangerous enough as it was.

A lot of things were discussed about magic after that, and I quickly downloaded an app for the website, making it so I could access the conversation on my phone without having to go through a browser every time.

While I was discussing magic with them all, I did not mention anything about what Glimmer had taught me. I only used common knowledge, common sense and my own creative ideas for how magic worked. Some of my ideas or arguments were quickly shot down or ignored however, since I had let it slip that I didn't have a horn yet and couldn't actually use magic yet. The humans in the discussion weren't fairing much better, but I listened to everyone I could follow and made note of each idea. I only retired from the forum once someone began bringing up alchemy, potion making, chaos magic and magical affinities into it all. And since my stomach decided to make its current plight known to me right about then, I decided to take a break for breakfast.

Looking at the clock before I went to the kitchen, the clock read 7:05 AM. I had spent nearly two hours watching videos and discussing magic...

Yeah, apparently magic either was my thing or Glimmer had really gotten to me. Wonder if I could be friends with Twilight? I asked myself as I left my room for the kitchen, where I would have a quick breakfast. Nothing beats cheese and honey on microwaved toast.

Yes, that is a thing I came up with somehow and that I like to eat. Sitting down to eat my awesome breakfast with a glass of milk, I noted how the rest of my family was seemingly sleeping in today. They probably had the right idea to save their energy for the convention. But I didn't regret waking up early since I got a lot out of it. Magic would sooner or later be in my arsenal and I'd rather be able to use it. I imagined magic to be one hell of a multi tool for any situation. And seeing how I was currently seated in a usually magicless world, it would be even more useful.

While eating, I once again took a look at the forum, only to get an error, telling me their server had been D dossed by some asshat. Yeah, apparently there were people like that. Xenophobes who were all outright against people turning into ponies. A religious view, I could understand. People throwing out their own children for something they don't have any control over? It made me sick just thinking about it.

Fortunately, the law had been fairly swift in establishing the fact that we were still "humans" and therefore the laws still applied to us. Any assault or such was no different from before. I sighed to myself at that, knowing the convention was going to have people less fortunate than me. People that had no home since this all began and people who had to fight nail for tooth to get here. The world, is in essence an unfair one, and yet, we all strive for a better life. Some making it worse for others just to benefit themselves, not caring that they to were striving for the same things in life, only to complain once someone else does the same to them.

Perhaps, with ponies, it would be different? Friendship is Magic... We'll see about that. Someone is bound to weaponize magic if it's left here on Earth unsupervised... Humans were not meant to wield it for a reason. Had we had it from the start, maybe, but introducing it now could prove devastating.

Pulling myself away from the sadness of reality, I instead considered how I could be of help with my own magic. As the world was now, there were probably a lot of people willing to turn back into humans. That would be a good start perhaps? A way for turning the ones not willing to become ponies back into humans.

And some, most likely would be happy enough just to get their gender back...

I sighed again and caused myself to jolt, Still not used to my own female voice. Speaking of, I would have and get myself some appropriate clothing. I might be turning into a pony, but I would like to keep what's left of my dignity until then. That meant before the convention me and my sister would be going clothes shopping. Yay.

Author's Notes:

Thanks to Acarcion for helping out by editing/proof reading this chapter.

Well, each chapter, I keep believing I'm about to reach the convention... And each time, it gets pushed farther away, seems I'm a bit scared of actually pushing the story in that direction... But don't worry. It will happen, and it will happen soon. But right now, female clothing is a priority.