I woke up to the beeping of my alarm clock. Confounded pile of junk, I thought for certain I had turned off the the alarm function. I slammed my fist on the noise maker without even bothering to open my eyes. The alarm stopped, and I contented myself to a few more minutes of rest. Or I would have, had I not felt a strange feeling as though I was actually fitting on my bed.

"The great and powerful Walter's feet usually hang out the side of the bed." How strange, my voice seemed strangely feminine, and in the third-person.

I opened my eyes and looked down on my body; it was covered in a quilt. However I noticed the the lump where my body was only extended about half way to the bottom of my bed. This was a curiosity as being a six foot, three inch man, that kind of dimensional framework should not have been. My legs felt as if they were fully extended.

I shifted my head again to look around my room. It was cozy, one small window in the corner, a television and PS3 along one wall, and my pet gecko's tank along the other.

"Hello Walter's reptilian friend," I said. Okay, now my voice definitely sounded feminine this time. I coughed, thinking that maybe a bubble had caught in my throat, and spoke again.

"Why does Walter sound like a woman?" It was final, something was very wrong.

I looked around again and sat up in my bed. Or tried to at least, I slumped onto my back and noticed a strand of white hair waving about the front of my face. Confound those parents of mine, just as I finished turning their hair grey, they did the same to me! I blew at the strand and looked at it, and then I noticed my nose.

My nose, where once it had been a fairly unobtrusive, pale white stub, was now a bulbous, blue proboscis. Perhaps bulbous was not the right word for it; it was longer and more curved. It also seemed to now encompass a much larger proportion of my face. I moved my mouth a bit and noticed the shifting of facial muscles.

That was enough of that. I kicked out at the blanket covering me and was met with an ineffectual bump rising over my body before it settled down again. Blast it all. I tried sitting up again, but it almost felt as though it wasn't the proper way to get up. I sighed and shifted onto my stomach, my arms and legs folding underneath me neatly. This made me widen my eyes; in this position I felt perfectly natural, and I could now realize that the proportions of my body had changed drastically.

I pushed off the bed with my arms and legs and as my blanket slid off... oh, oh my. My arms were slender, lithe, and a soft powered blue that was a highly pleasing shade to my eyes. Keeping perfectly still I looked down to my hands. Stumps. Where my hands were supposed to be I now had stumps! I carefully lifted up an arm to inspect this alien appendage. I was still able to move it around like an arm: twist, extend, rotate, raise above my head. The arm ended in a keratinous cap. Like a fingernail, or a hoof. I stomped my hoof down on the bed and looked back at the rest of my body.

I noticed a long line of white hair growing from the base of my neck, which was now quite long, (hair and neck both) that extended all the way to my head, or so I imagined. My whole body was covered in a soft blue fur. Out of my backside sprouted a silver white tail the same color as my hair, or was it mane? On my buttocks I then noticed a tattoo showing through the fur. It was a picture of a magic wand swirling through a cloud of shimmering dust. I looked at my back legs and for the most part they were like my arms.

I went back to staring at my bed's headrest. Okay, so I seemed to have turned into a pony. I looked upwards and gave a nod. If God existed I knew right then that he had played a good game. I had been a closet brony for well over a year. If this was an occurrence on divine providence, I had to give the Old Man credit for making my secret plainly visible to everyone around. It would have made the perfect punishment. Sighing, I turned around and looked over the edge of my bed. I cautiously reached out my right hoof and lowered my body; my hoof barely touched the ground. I got my other front hoof over the edge and began wiggling off of my bed. As I dragged myself across sheets over the edge, a pleasured shiver ran up my spine.

I lost my balance and slid forward the rest of the way, my back hooves landing on the ground. The occasion brought me to realize that there had been certain parts I had left unaccounted for. I looked between my front legs to between my hind legs. There were the neat folds of womanhood.

"So not only has the great and powerful Walter been transformed into pony, but a female pony no less," I said. Why was I talking in the third person?

I had to inspect myself. I walked up to the door and pushed it open and walked down the hallway. The motions came naturally to me. I walked into the exercise room and stood in front of the mirror. There standing in front of me was Trixie Lulamoon, great illusionist and rival to Twilight Sparkle. I had awoken in the body of a pony from My Little Pony: Friendship is magic.

I concentrated and spoke out. "I... am... Trixie," I concluded. At least I had managed to stop speaking in the third person. "I... am Walter Krimm: a human who for reasons unknown is now in the unicorn Trixie Lulamoon."

I looked at myself in the mirror. My head now only came up to about where my knees would have been as a human. I lay down and my hooves neatly folded underneath my body. I stood up again and turned around, looking towards the mirror over my shoulder. At least the long equine neck made examining myself much easier. I lifted my tail up and immediately blushed as I turned my head away.

Here I was, having never so much as been in the presence of a naked woman in my life. Now I found myself in the body of a mare; not quite analogous, I know. I was slightly intimidated, not frightened or horrified, more of a morbid fascination. I was glad that I hadn't grown too attached to my male human body. Having studied in the humanities, I knew that what made a human was their mind, their thoughts, emotions, volitions, and will. I could understand why some people would be enraged or terrified at the moral outrage of having themselves snatched away, but I did not feel this way.

Of course, this did not change the fact that somewhere in this house, my two parents, blissfully unaware that I was a brony, and now also a pony, were likely sleeping soundly. I turned around to the door, and there I saw the family pet, Glaucon.

"Fie."