"Okay... is this thing finally working again? Computer, playback."

"Okay... is this thing finally working again?"

"Right, thank the gods this is working again. Now, it has been ten days since my last audio journal, due to some impossibly supernatural goings-on to me... and outside my apartment. The reason I haven't been able to use my journal is because it didn't recognise my voice. I only found the braille instructions for the voice-recognition software this morning in one of my drawers, and managed to get the program to reset the command voice, so I could input my new one."

"As for what happened to me... you would not read about this, anywhere, I swear to you. I came home on Tuesday, as usual, spent my evening as I normally do, but when I went to go out on Wednesday... my door had been covered over with some sort-of heavy boards. I opened it, tried to walk out and ran straight into a wooden barricade that covered my door completely. I tried shoving against it, beating against it, but it was so solid, I swear it would have taken less effort to punch my way through the wall than to get these boards off."

"I tried calling for help, but all I could hear in the corridor were my newest neighbors from across the hall, jabbering on in that wierd language they speak. It was like that could hear me, but refused to answer me. I heard them moving in, Mrs Townsend from down the hall said they were a couple of Pakistani families, apparently. I don't know if they understand English, because if they do, they never responded to any of us trying to talk to them. Anyway, they just kept on jabbering on, and I was stuck in my own apartment."

"I tried calling for help, but my phone was dead. My mobile didn't want to pick up a signal, either, for some reason... at least, that's what I think the problem is. Then i noticed my hips were as itchy as anything. They were like that for nearly an hour, then it went away. I tried yelling out the window, but I guess that someone hearing the heroine's cries of help from the street only happens in movies."

"The news over the last few days has been really strange, too. Stories of wierdness seem to be prevalent, especially on the Internet. I've tried calling the authorities over the Net to get help, but something seems to be blocking my emails or skype calls to the police and other authorities. I have no idea what's going on outside at the moment... but you don't need to be blind to know something's going on."

"I thought the fun stuff was going down on that first day... but the really freaky stuff happened over that second day."

"I grew a tail... I think."

"I also lost my human ears and grew others that... felt like animal ears. They move, both under my control and by themselves. I also found myself walking up on my toes. That did wonders for my balance, as you could possibly guess. I don't know how many things I bumped into in my own apartment that I haven't bumped into in the last five years prior to this. I spent most of the day on the couch, as my feet decided they were going to change shape on me."

"At least I had plenty of food. Being a vegan might be hard, but it has its advantages. And over the time I changed, my diet didn't change that much... even if some veges became... blander, while others just blew my mind! I never knew brussel sprouts were so tasty raw before. But one of my lettuces tasted... well, kind of like paper. Really, really, bland. It must have been the one I got from that big chain supermarket. I'm never shopping there again."

"When I woke up on the third day, I found that my toes, from what I could feel, had merged and changed into a single hard hoof... kind-of like a horse's hoof, not bifurcated like a cow's hoof. I also found I had what I thought was a hard bump on my forehead. That wasn't too surprising, after how many times I'd fallen over the day before. No, what was surprising was that it kept growing into a spike... or a horn, I think is probably closer. It felt funny to stroke it, but it felt nice to the touch. But what kind-of horse-like animal has a single horn in its forehead?"

"Answer: a Unicorn."

"Yeah, I know it's really, really being crazy to assume that, but the horn is there. Even now, I can actually feel it sticking out of my forehead as my bangs brush it. And my hair had gone wierd, too. I could feel it flatten out instead of being curly, and it feels so long. I have bangs, and it's sitting to either side of my neck, which is so long! My hair also goes right down the back of my neck now, ever since that day."

"I must say, I am also glad I got the apartment with a big shower instead of a bath-shower. It helped me a lot to get my new body-image together when I took a shower for the first time after I'd finished changing. I had to learn that my orientation was completely different, and how to get around that as well. It was during my shower that I confirmed the extension from my ass was, indeed, a tail, and a long one. It didn't quite make the floor, but it came close. But it's so sensitive! I could actually feel, as I lowered my rump, the instant the hairs touched the surface of the carpet or that fake-wood floor lining... what do they call that again?"

"Anyway, the worst part was about six in the evening of that third day. I'd felt hair growing up my legs all that day, and my breasts seemed to vanish sometime about noon. I could feel it happening. Must be quite a sight for those that can see. But the worst part was when my hands and arms started to change, and I couldn't hold anything that night. I literally had to grip with my wrists and drag some lettuce and other things to the table and munch on them without using my hands. Funny thing is my teeth had also changed, and eating my vegetables was a lot easier. I guess being a horse is being the ultimate vegan. My walking had at least stabilised, so I wasn't bumping into the small amount of furniture I had any longer."

"Pretty much all that afternoon, more fluff had cropped up all over me, and my head ached a little, as if things were happening. I guess my teeth were a part of that. By the time I went to bed, my hands were changing. I could feel the sensations of my fingers merging together. There wasn't any pain or anything in that sense, just a generally icky feeling and a loss of movement."

"When I woke up... I was completely changed. My hands were gone, my entire body-posture was different. I was quadrupedal, which took me quite a bit of time to get used to. Instead of my personal space being a vertical cylinder around my body, it was now like... a rectangular box around me, and I could bend at the middle so much. My neck was incredibly-long and flexible, too. I could touch my tail-root with my nose, which had extended out in front of my face, I found out when I bumped it into a wall... and the floor... and the kitchen table... well, you get the idea."

"After re-establishing my body-sense to my new form, and learning to walk around without bumping either my nose or rear into absolutely everything, I had to settle down and learn my new body. Thankfully, toilet training took just two minutes! The really wierdest thing was... I had hoofs on my front legs... yet I could still feel my fingers. Whenever I sat down and lifted a front hoof off the floor, there they were. I knew they weren't getting in the way of me walking, I scraped my hoofs along the parquetry flooring carefully, to sort-out they were actual hoofs, but then, after I lifted them, they were there again. After a few hours of relearning how to do things, I guess I just accepted their presence and moved on. I also found out I could stand bipedally for a short while to do things, but that period has been getting longer the more I practise. Taking a shower was such a relief as well. I'm sure my new nose is so much more sensitive than the one I had before. And my body odor is so different. I was barely able to stand inside the shower stall and wash myself down. Long-handled brushes were never so welcome. I even used a newer one that I hadn't even opened before to brush my new body down when I was dry enough to do so. I swear, I could feel where the fur was unsettled and needed brushing. I just wish I could see what I look like..."

"I have no idea what's going on outside. Windsor isn't the biggest, most active city in Canada, but the quiet in this building is really starting to get to me. I keep hearing the wierdest noises, that don't even sound human any more... and aren't like the ones I'm making now, as a horse/pony/unicorn thingy. According to my friends, whom I have managed to get in contact with just recently now that I can access the internet again, they told me the lower floors of the building are all boarded up as well, and the front doors are padlocked and boarded over from the inside. What happened to the other people who were living here? Mrs Townsend? Joe Larrity from down the hall? Mr Ackersley, the building supervisor? Are they all gone, and I'm the only one left, besides whatever's outside? The boards across my door are still there, and they aren't flimsy ones, either. They feel like the type of boards you use for steps, thick and solid. And if I wasn't the only one boarded in, then why can't I hear anyone else? Believe me, if someone shouts down the other end of the hall, you can hear it. I don't know why I'm not freaking out, to be honest... but I guess that after changing into a horse/unicorn... whatever... my mind's just not capable? Or maybe it's just at such a saturation point that I can't panic at the moment? It's going to be a huge reaction, I guess, when I finally reach the point where my rational mind gets over-run by my emotions and I go crazy..."

Author's Notes:

This is happening in between the chapters of A Knight's Tale. It's following one particular pony in a perilous predicament. Chapters will be added as things progress. It's written first-person, because she's using a dictation program on her computer, as you can see. Things will become clearer in further installments...