Suddenly Starlet

My eyes flicked open, ‘No dream, such a shame’ I thought to myself, I always liked dreams. I had this uncanny feeling something was wrong, something felt, off. I laid there for, two thoughts were going through my head, one was ‘Do I want to get up?’ while the other was ‘What feels off?’ I finally tried my memory to remember what I was doing before I fell asleep, I had been reading and listening to music. As per usual, sometime around midnight I had opted to finally go to sleep, but something had happened. Not being able to think of what it was I pushed the thought away; trying to think on what was feeling wrong, being half asleep does not help my mind.

Still being tired I yawned, it was four o’ clock, A.M. mind you. I had a very weird sleep schedule, it was about four or less hours every day, maybe a little more on weekends. Apparently this was no such weekend, my mind decided on waking up, but being stubborn as I am my body decided to stay in bed for many more minutes as I actually woke up. I yawned one more time before stopping, something was wrong with that yawn, it didn't sound right. I gasped as what felt wrong hit me, it was everything, but upon further diagnoses I felt, or rather didn't feel multiple appendages.

“oh... oh my.” I said in a voice that sounded nothing like my own, this was a little disconcerting, but I brushed this thought aside and opted to get out of bed.

I rolled over and put what should have been a hand on the floor, I put down one of my legs and noticed that the shape looked very similar to the front one. I took in the sight a little more calm than I'm assuming I should have because I didn't freak out, I instead decided to shed some light on the subject. It was nearly pitch black in our room, waking up at four o' clock it tended to be a lot darker, so I could really only see shapes. I felt that my center of balance had shifted a lot, putting all my limbs on the ground I felt my equilibrium even out, I felt content at this as I inspected myself as good as I could. I looked down at my used to be hands and held it close to my face, it appeared to be a hoof, I could bend it in ways different from a hoof though. I put it down and looked back, I could see a tail sprouting out of my hind-side, my suspicions were then confirmed.

“well, this sure is surprising.” I spoke to myself, my thoughtful look turned to one of goofy delight, “i'm a pony.”

I was getting used to the voice, it was a soft melodic type of voice, turning toward the door I stopped. I looked at it in aggravation, I thought about how I would go about this, opening doors and such. I was very thankful that it was a handle and not a knob, I don't even know how I would cope with knobs. Rearing up on my hind legs I managed to steady myself against the wall enough not to fall over, I brought my fore-hooves down on the handle and pulled ever so slightly, it did the trick. The door opened ever so slightly, but it was enough for me to pull on the mass of jackets on the back of the door to get it open.

I was glad that the door was so silent, it used to open very loudly and wake everyone up. It would have creaked loudly at the slightest touch, but eventually me and my brother (mostly my brother) put WD-40 on the door so it wouldn't creak every time we open it. Thanks to my sleep schedule I tended to go to the bathroom late at night, my parents claimed the door kept waking them up, but my step-dad is usually still up around then, he's usually up until about three or so in the morning playing video-games.

Thankfully my bathroom is right next to my bedroom, so there was no need to stumble about in the dark using legs that aren't familiar to me. I was stumbling a lot already, but I was getting around a lot better than I would have expected. I stumbled into the bathroom, I remembered that even with my old legs if I thought about how I was walking it tended to make it harder. I flicked the light on with my muzzle, I got up on my hind legs and looked into the mirror, I saw a silver unicorn mare staring back at me. She was about as where my waist used to be on all fours, this was a guess because I had been at eye level with the counter before, so I was a little taller than my old waist level. The pony I was looking at had beautiful blood red eyes that complimented her hair nicely; speaking of, her hair was a dark brown like mine had been, but hers had red tips, the red used for the tips looked to be a darker red then her eyes but it was still a very bright color.

I looked back at my flank to see three hearts adorning it, one had a band-aid, and one had a slight curve towards the bottom with a twinkle at the top. My new tail also had the same red tips with some streaks of red here and there in the rest. 'well I’ll be darned, at least I know who I am.' I thought to myself, it gave some clarity to this situation, I was my OC. My OC was a very kind and gentle mare named Starlet Mint, she was a very curious figure in terms of background, there was and wasn't a lot of background I don't want to go into, but she was not a normal pony, not spiritually at least. I looked her over for a second and finally exited the room, I would have gone back into my room, but unfortunately my brother was still in there, so I walk into the living room to think.

My brother and I share a room, he is two years younger than me, but despite this he gets the bigger bed and far wall, I don't mind much though. I have learned to love my bunk bed, I sleep on the bottom bunk and the top is generally unused, but I keep a lot of my stuff up there. Though it is occasionally used for guests (namely me and my brother's friend nick), or my other little brother. My other little brother that looks up to my brother, he isn't blood related, him and my two sisters are not blood related to me and my brother, but that doesn't make them not family. 'I’m glad I didn't go back into the room' I think back, 'he was staying in our room, he was in the top bunk s I didn't notice.' I remembered being lazy and not wanting to pull it down, I don't especially like him sleeping above me, but I was too lazy to care. It's mostly the fact that the bed isn't supported well on the top bunk, it doesn't have a frame, it has a flimsy piece of plywood.

I walked into the kitchen to check the time, the clock on the oven read 4:27 and the microwave read 4:25, so it was 4:26. the reason I went into the kitchen is the simple fact that there are no clocks in the living room, there used to be the cable box, but then we got DirectTV and the box for that didn't have a clock. The reason the clocks are one minute off is my fault, one morning about two months ago I came home and the power had gone out. I didn't think too much of it except for what an inconvenience it was, later a guy came by our block to fix the power box in the road. He fixed it and the power came on, but it was a half day that day and it would still be a while before anyone else came home, I am always the first home, and I am the only one home for a while, especially on half days. So I decided I would set the clocks, but I ended up putting them both off by a minute, and again with my laziness I just ignored it and let it be. Now its not just my laziness, I would like to point it out, it would take all of a minute to fix, and it's been two months, so it's everyone else who's being lazy too.

I opted to do some walking practice in the time I had, which was a lot taking into account what time people usually woke up on a weekend. After an hour of walking practice I got my coordination down, not a whole lot of coordination, but enough to get by. After that I started to practice magic, I started with levitation as I found it wasn't that hard at all, but it did take a while to get my strength with it up. When 6:40 came around I was extremely proficient with my telekinesis, and I had started trying teleportation.

The first try I ended up outside, so I snuck back in the backdoor as quietly as possible. My next teleport was much better, I realized that the basics to the concept was to think on the location and think about yourself being there, then concentrate on the spell itself and how it feels to move there. After the first time it gets easier because you know how it should feel when you go there, I did have to wait 1 minutes between each teleport though because it can drain a lot out of you. It would have drained me a lot more, but I had improved my magical stability and aptitude.

As seven o' clock rolled around I decided food was a good idea, I carefully levitated all the fixings for a bowl of cereal. After fixing myself up some cereal and finishing up the dishes a thought hit me. I glanced nervously towards the bathroom, I was wondering how my new pony body would be different, it made it a bit awkward. I eventually gave into my need and used the restroom, besides the struggles acquitted with having a different shape, the bathroom proved no trouble at all. After the initial nervousness was passed it hadn't been as awkward; now much more comfortable with my body I sat at the couch.

Levitating the computer over to me I opened it and started it up, it was a nice laptop, nothing great, but it was nice, it wasn't the fastest, but it made do. It had recently been formatted, which had taken off all my stuff, it was all thanks to my brother, he had downloaded a bunch of games and other programs and had left our computer horribly slow. As a result our computer was formatted, but it had been easy to put all my stuff back, well most of it. I had lost a few files, but nothing important, I kept all the stuff I cared about on backup, which was a small red thumb-drive I used for a lot of stuff.

I stared at my input password screen, I silently cursed myself for making my password exactly 20 characters long (I had gotten bored once and had wondered how long my password was, to my surprise it was exactly 20 characters, I had managed to entertain myself for a whole half a minute and for some reason kept that fact in my mind). Using the tip of my hoof I slowly tapped in my password, all twenty of the horrid characters. Once I was past that ordeal I opened up google chrome, 'I love chrome, it's so fast and easy' I thought while clicking the URL bar. I stared at it and thought of what to look for. I pulled open Equestria Daily, I had gotten into the site more as season 4 came around, but it was still quite a way away.

Looking at the tabs I saw nothing in particular, there was no mention of people turning to ponies, I wasn't content with that so I searched it up and got the same results on google. ' so it's just me' I thought, 'great this will be easy to explain' just as I thought that I heard a door opening, I looked over to see my mom walking by, but she didn't look over.

“morning Sky,” I heard her call from the kitchen, but instead of answering I just sat there silently contemplating my options.

“your up early,” she continued in more of a questioning tone than a statement.

She rounded the corner and stopped, I heard the falter in her step, turning around I saw her stand there in shock. 'welp, times up, let's see how the popular I am!' I could feel the sarcasm dripping in my head.

“h-hi Mom.” I finally answered in a nervous tone, my reply could have had been better.