Once John had woken up, he noticed that he was in a bright white room. His clothes were folded on a desk by a wall. There was a slight tug on his arms as he moved around on a plastic covered mattress. As he looked at the limbs he saw why; they were hooked up to medical equipment and a blood bag. The blood in the bag was green. Judging from the fact that he wasn't dead it was probably pigmentation not the blood type that caused that. Getting up he grabbed the rack holding the blood bag. He also detached the machines save for the heart monitor on wheels. It had an extension cord connecting it to the wall. After getting a firm grip on both, he marched into the hall where he thought someone would be. No such luck. He removed the cord from the monitor, and pushed it into the room. It was a bit of a struggle, but he was able to get his coat on over his patient’s gown. 'Don't want to cause to many heart attacks,' Chuckling at his own terrible joke he used the blood rack as support as while walking down the halls.

After arriving to the front desk, he figured out why no one was in the hall. It was midnight. He sighed, before returning to the room. After getting back into the room, He removed the hose attaching his arm to the blood bag, took the coat off, pulled the pillow closer, and finally covered himself with the thin sheet. He left the mask on to avoid a head cold from the chilled air. He didn’t want to be there any longer then he had to.

He got back up after a few hours. The terrible sheets didn’t leave him very warm that night. Rubbing his arms to warm up he bumped something soft, but, his lagging brain didn’t notice. Throwing his jacket on, he poked his head out the door to look around before skulking towards a restroom marked out by the signs. After entering the restroom he saw an anthro Chrysalis in the restroom… in the mirror… wearing his clothes. It took him a moment to remember his costume. After removing the clothes over the costume, he began looking for the opening in the costume. There was no opening. He began looking around franticly.

“What the heck?!” He instantly wrapped his hands around his muzzle, “Oh my god! This is two kinds of awesome poisoned by three kind of terrible.” Staring into the mirror he found a butt naked, rather attractive changeling queen staring back at him. Running into a stall, he let whatever was left of last night’s supper out into the toilet. After a quick inspection it turned out to be true. Real breasts, tight stomach, a large ass and actual... female reproductive organs later he -or rather she- was whimpering at her reflection. Sighing, she got dressed again. Still looking her once again clothed reflection over she asked no one, “This can’t be real.”

“Oh, but it is very real.” Her reflection leaned closer before reaching through the mirror. Gripping her chin with a hole filled hand the reflection checked John’s features. She smiled a wicked, but simultaneously comforting, smile letting John’s face go. She panted as the reflection pulled itself from the mirror.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” She cried, backing up against the wall while her reflection drew nearer. She felt her body get colder and then fall limp.

With a yelp she awoke, sweating, back in her room. One check confirmed she was female, another confirmed she was still Chrysalis. This time however, her reflection didn’t want to kill her. The smell of cooking food caught her and her stomach’s attention. Following the scent she stumbled every few steps as the loss and addition of weight in various areas caused her balance to shift. More than once did she fall, but soon enough a passing nurse who aided her until she was used to her female skeletal structure. After a bit of effort made it to the cafeteria, and looked over the food. It looked like a school’s lunch-line. Everything looked a bit like cardboard with a salad on the side. She grabbed a tray, filled it beyond capacity, and moved toward the checkout.

"G-good mornin' ma'am." She stuttered out carrying a tray of breakfast foods to the checkout lady… er... mare. After an awkward moment she let John pass. She settled into a seat before being joined by six mares. A purple scholarly one ask most of the questions right up until she asked me my name. "My name is is Jolis." She blinked a few time confused. 'That ain't my name, but I said it was?'

"Well, Jolis, welcome to Ponyville​," said the purple one, "My name is Twilight, though my friends call me Solid Sparkle." At that, she finally noticed the the Tactical gear on this version of Twilight. How she didn't earlier, is beyond her.

"I'm Rainbow Kurosaki. The fastest Soul Reaper in Equestria!" The rainbow maned Shinigami was in her Bankai form. John couldn’t feel spiritual pressure, but going off the canon of the anime, she looks similar to Ichigo after he first learned Bankai.

"Rarity, Darling. I once did work as a mercenary for Blutarch Ponyy. Now however I own a boutique here in town." Based on her blue suit, the way her hand is twitching, and her eyeing John’s coat. She was the BLU Spy.

"I'm Fluttershy. J-just Fluttershy." This version of Fluttershy wore Alucard's red suit and hat. The bulge towards the center of her own red trench coat signified her twin pistols. She couldn't help smile at her attempt at hiding the obvious.

"I'm Pinkie Pie (Quit studying). Nice to m(y)eet you. OOOOOOOO(friends)OOOOOOOOO CUPCAKE!" The energetic mare grabbed her cupcake and ate it in one bite while she processed what was heard from the fast talking mare. The bit of red under Pinkie's shirt gave me a clue. She was this world's Flash.

"Ah'm Apple Ikasoruk. Ah used ta be a bit of Rainbow here, but th' Elements o' Harmony split us apart when we tried usin' 'em on Nightmare Moon." She wasn't lying either. Her getup was an exact replica of Rainbow's with the colors reversed. Heck her Zangetsu was, even though not in Bankai was the inverse of Ichigo's Zanpakuto. Their hallow mask sat where Applejack's stetson should be.

"Jolis isn't my name though. I don't know why I said it was," She rubbed her now extended chin in thought. The more she thought about it the stranger ti seemed.

"Perhaps one of the kids in town cast a prank spell on you in your sleep?" Twilight suggested, "Do you have anything with your name on it?"

"Yeah, my state ID!" After fishing for her wallet only to pull a Deadringer, a Cloak-n-Dagger, a Cow Mangler 5000, a Phlag, an Eternal Reward (which made Rarity check her pockets), a Reserve Shooter, Bonk, a Dalokahs bar, The Original, a Tomislav, a Force-a-Nature, a ballistic knife, a sniper rifle, a bulldog shotgun, and an SPD badge? There was a bit of audio from the badge. But it was drowned out by her small anxiety attack as she tried to figure out why she had this badge, and how the buck did she have all these items in her pockets.
Her mane pops up in multiple places as she starts putting things away. "...Guess that is going to have to be my name for now."