I had just woken up, afloat mid darkness of a night that should have been long gone, or so I thought. Then it came to me, slowly, since I had been sleeping, my eyes were closed. Besides, I sleep in a dark room.
Once the realisation had hit, I tried to open my eyes, not that it grew any lighter, at first. Just as dark as it is, it is quiet. I did not even feel the pressure of the bed under me, or the quilt over me at all.
Slowly, memories came back to me, I had gone to bed, just like every night, though I had enjoyed a warmly comforting massage, maybe an hour or possibly two before I had gone to bed. Then it hit me, it was about everything I actually could recall.
Dark as it is, I could see nothing. There is this warm, fuzzy feeling, something thick surrounding me, as if I was floating suspending in it. Where it came from, or what it was made out of, I still have no idea, maybe I never will, but that wasn't a problem.
For a moment I try to come to terms with where I am, slowly moving my hands and arms, aside from the resistance I feel from the substance I float around in, there was nothing out of the ordinary. Then I move my legs and feet, only to realise something had changed, I have no toes I could move, and my legs are feeling very different from what they had been like, not that I could recall what they had been like.
Bending feels normal, though I soon noticed I can twitch my ears, now on the top of my head. Furthermore, I have a tail, should I have been surprised, it feels quite normal, thinking back.
As I lift my right hand, I soon feel the inner surface of what was keeping the substance in place. I'm in a Chrysalis. Like a cocoon. Only as I touched the surface it feels smooth, slippery. Once I press further, I feel my hand slip through.
Momentarily, I pull my hand back in confusion. As I relax, I feel my limbs slowly move back to the original position, stretching out, and I lay flat as if I had been resting on a bed.
If it is my hide that is this smooth, or if the fluid I'm floating in that made my hand slip over the hide so effortlessly, I have no idea at this point. I can clearly feel my waist narrow, my hips wide and my mound fairly generous and well rounded with the sensitive orchid on top of it. The Orchid teasing me with electric tingles each and every time I slip as much as a Finger over it
Then I noticed how thick and muscular my short thighs are. The rest of my legs feels slender, yet firm. It is completed with a smooth and cute rounded hoof to walk on.
My Jigglies are about a handful, smooth and nicely rounded orbs on top of my chest. Fairly large, sensitive Nibbles teasing me each and every time I touched them.
The one detail sticking out is that where I had nails on the tip of my fingers, I now have hooves. Though I did not reflect on the detail, since I couldn't recall being any other way. My small, short Ponyish Muzzle and pointy ears on the top of my head just feels normal, since I had no experience of being any other way. I had after all forgotten what I had been like, the memories had all vanished with the changes.
Apparently, both my mane and tail are in the same style in vivid red and blue stripes. The hair flowing freely in large waves all the way to the tips.
If there had been light enough to see, I would have gotten a fairly wide perspective with my eyes on the corners of my head, large as they are.
After resting a few moments longer, I once more stretch forth my hand, feeling the inner surface of my chrysalis, before I push through, reaching out to feel the cool air of the room in the early morning.
I push myself up into a sitting position with my free hand, pushing firmly towards the surface under my rear. Now I turn to the side, finding the bed under me, where I had been sleeping all night. First now I get a glimpse of the first light of the day. In part, because the surface of the Chrysalis reflected and stopped the light from entering, and secondly because the room had still been in darkness up and until now.
Strangely it allowed me to freely slip out of it, while allowing me to push myself out. Then I slipped out of the bed, finding me standing steadily on my hind hooves, looking around to note that I still am in my very own bed room where I had gone to bed the night before, unless I had been sleeping more than the one single night. For now, there is nothing that could tell me how long I had been sleeping. Aside from the small detail about the loss of all previous memories. I had no idea what day I had gone to bed, or which day it is now.
Enjoying to just stand upright, before I walked to the door. The bed left behind me, while the quilt apparently had slipped to one side behind me, now piled up against the wall and the Chrysalis staying on the top of my bed where I had been laying as I fell asleep. The night stand empty and devoid, just wooden furniture, as beautifully carved as the Cherry had been when I bought it, a few years back. The twin doors to the wardrobe opposing the night stand, the floor to my living room by the hoof side of the bed, comfortably away from the side where my pillow still lay under to upper edge of the Chrysalis.
I push the door aside and walk out of the room. Only stopping long enough to take in the sight of the room in order to familiarize myself with what I couldn't remember.
To my right, the north there is a sofa by the wall. I could clearly see a beech wood table before it. A large screen TV before the sofa, just where I could watch what ever show may be on, available to me. Behind the sofa and table, there is a set of book shelves, filled with books and video on discs which apparently was the latest on the front of entertainment. The films, shows and documentaries I enjoyed to watch, when ever I was in the mood for it and had the time. A green mat under the table, feeling soft and comfortable to me, when I had placed it there, untold time earlier.
Behind or beside the TV, I could clearly see the door to my kitchen, where I had prepared my meals, maybe I should make myself a breakfast. Behind the door I could see the cooling system, the fridge and freezer. The space to store the food for when I was needing it. Apparently, I had a covered bowl of salad standing in waiting. I picked it up and closed the door, before I went back to the living room and sat down with the salad before me and a silvery fork in my right hand.
Once I sit down, I pulled the clear cover off of the bowl, before I started to stab the salad with the fork, enjoying the vegetables.
I left the bowl, after putting the cover back on. Moving further in order to see what my home was like. Next to the kitchen, I have a shower, then the Mares' room. Then I found the hall on the south side.
Beside the bed room door I found the door to the wardrobe. Behind the door my clothes are hanging, or laying. Tops, shirts, skirts and pants hanging, while panties, stockings socks and tights lay in neat piles in the cool fresh air in the room. I feel cool air flowing in from vents on the wall, then slipping out into my bed room through the slits in the doors towards my bed room.
In the hall, I found several pairs of different shoes I had enjoyed wearing in the past, I just can't recall ever wearing any of them, now I never will.
Behind the wardrobe is the door leading down into the basement, opposing it is a door leading up to the second floor. The third door leading out to the front of my small garden. The floor is covered with stone tiles, smooth and dark.
Since I had seen my home and how I live, I went back to my bed. The Chrysalis still lay where I had left it. I walked up to it, still nude. Tentatively placing my right hand on the top of the smooth clear surface. Then I pressed my hand down, only to find it smooth, slippery and elastic. I can't push my hand through the membrane, as opposed to when I had left it. I am forever exiled from its embrace, it would appear. I guess it didn't bother me. Why should it.
I turn my back on it as I walk to the wardrobe, opening the doors, before I examine the contents of what I had to wear. These had all been my garments, hadn't they? Unless someone or some pony had added or taken out garments. Some I can wear, others are clearly pointless now. The socks, stockings and tights are no longer for me, since I don't have the feet they were made for in the first place.
Looking closer, the tops wouldn't fit either, though I guess the loose shirts would. I pull out a green skirt, slipping into it, finding it fitting satisfactory. At least I have something to wear, if and when I feel like it. I leave the rest for now, leaving the wardrobe after once more closing the doors.
I had gone to the house where my friend had stated she was to live in her letter. I knew we don't live alone in an entire house. What I did not know, is who was living in the room next to hers.
She had just told me which room she had been given prior to her arrival, which is one of the few details we truly had at the time. Who was to live in the house with us, had not been disclosed. In part, due to the fact: we don't truly know who we will be, once the change had taken place.
The first I met, after I had entered the building is this brightly cerise Pony. An Anthro, just like myself. I have the feeling we are all Anthro Ponies, despite the fact that I had forgotten all about who I had been and the reasons to coming here in the first place. For some reason, it just made perfect sense to me, if this was the case.
How or why these changes came to pass, I know little to nothing about. Maybe it isn't all that important, after all. What is important, is how it brings us closer to one another and to ourselves.
Apparently, there is a porch with a Rose on each side. Once I am on the wooden construct, I could easily open the door. Something that momentarily distracted me, is the sounds my hooves made on the wooden floor of the porch, about two feet above ground level.
I enter the small hall, only to be faced by a wooden door. There is little to nothing to see in the hall. Stone tiles on the floor, making for more curious noises. Then the beech wood panels for walls, giving me a solid and reassuring sense from the first impression of the building. Naturally there is a soft green handle on each side of the door.
Behind the door, I find what looks like a nice living room. Green leather sofas lining the walls, a red Cherry tree table before each of the sofas. There is a door between each of the sofas, leading to a corridor, lined with doors to each of the rooms. She should be living in one of these rooms.
Only there are two additional doors on the wall behind me, leading to the stare cases leading up respectively down below ground level. Since she told me, she would live on the second floor, I walked to the door leading me up to the second floor. There is a room identical to this on the second floor. I could safely assume there is a similar room on each floor in each of these houses, but I have not yet seen them, so I can't be certain.
Before I reached the right door, leading towards her room, I had noticed that the wall is covered in beech panels in the large rooms as well. I guess they prefer beech over other wood for the walls.
The first floor had been empty. Only as I entered the second floor, I had seen another Mare, just like myself. Unlike me, she is cerise. She had been looking at me for a moment, before she simply stopped.
“Hi, I'm new here. Do you live in this house, or are you here to visit a friend?” she blurted out in a curious greeting.
“Hi. I guess I'm new here too. A friend of mine told me she was to live here, in room '05', which would be to the left on the second floor!” I responded.
“I guess we are all new here. The one thing I recall from yesterday is choosing the gel for the massage. I enjoyed it royally, I guess I should add. I just woke up earlier today. I can recall nothing from prior to the massage. I kept a few things with me, including a few letters, but there is nothing that can remind me of who or what I was before I came here. Maybe that was the point in the first place. I do get a fresh start, after all!” she pondered, in a thoughtful manner, a small smile slipping onto her lips as she spoke.
“Your gel was clear too? I recall the border of the label of my bottle was yellow, just like me, and an image of a Pony, looking like me too. It was slippery at first, though that only lasted for so long!” I pondered.
“Now as you mentioned it, yes, I guess it was. The label had a coloured border, just like yours. I didn't notice it at the time. Why would this have any relevance or consequence. I saw the bottle and used it. Simple as that!” she pondered.
“Makes sense, I never really thought of it, not when I signed up, and not when I came here. Since I can't recall who I was, we both have to start over like every other. I think that is why I signed up, anyway!” I suggested.
“Would you mind coming with me to my room, I live in 07, the next room. You could put up a message for her!” She suggested.
“I would love to see your room!” I responded.
“Thanks. Nice to make a new friend!” she stated as she opened the door to her room 07. She slipped inside and graciously invited me, just as she had said. I soon followed her inside, only to see that the room itself is identical to my very own room.
“Yeah, it sure is. My guess is that we got to this school for this very reason, even if we went here to learn and to have this most exciting change to our lives!” I responded.
“Exciting, certainly. I just noticed that all the garments are for a female, as I opened my wardrobe. I take it you noticed the same thing?” she then put forth, with a widening grin on her face, as she started to giggle.
“Since you mentioned it, this does look exactly like my room. I can only guess they are all identical? I did, not sure why. Much of the garments can never fit either of us!” I responded.
“If they are, that would make sense, since we are looking the same. We have the same requirements, why make different rooms? We probably can personalise them as we develop into who we truly are. I can only guess the garments were originally intended for girls of the Human species, from what the garments look like. Makes the room likeable and relatable to us as we came here, as much as certain details are irrelevant now
A Letter From a Friend: 2
Dear friend, I hope you are settling in well on your new school. I am just as excited about the two of us being accepted at our first choice of Boarding School.
I have no idea what you will be calling yourself, once you get there, just as I don't know what I will call myself in my place. What I know is that I am going to enjoy it. We are sure to learn plenty of fun and useful in our studies and exploration, once we get settled in.
I asked for 'the Chrysalis Option', just as I know you applied for it. Hope they will grant me what I asked for, and that it is as enjoyable as I imagine it would be. I can't know before I have gone through it. Maybe it will be scary and frightening, but until I know better, I am still looking forwards towards it. I do expect it to feel good and be very exciting to me.
I know you to be just as tactile as I am. We enjoy the sensations. Most of my friends are the same way, maybe I am selecting them unknowingly?
If they have any Papers to read, I hope they have Equestria Daily and the Canterlot Tribune. Maybe they even have a few other Papers, like the Griffon paper. Either way, we'll know soon enough.
Furthermore, I have been accepted at the school I was applying for, I heard you were as well. I am sending you this letter in order for you to find me, after school begin. Just in case I can't recognise you by tomorrow?
Typical, I only have an hour in which to write you this letter, leaving me with little to not time considering what to say or ask you. Either way, I hope the letter does reach you, so that you will be able to find me.
Once there, I know I will have plenty of fun. Getting away from home and the boring life I have now. Even if you are the bright beacon of hope here right now, which made me write this very letter to you in the first place.
I was told that I am to live on the second floor to the right in room 05. There should be two red Roses by the door to my house.
I am so excited, I can hardly say where to begin. Just to get out on my own, to choose who and what I will be. To make new friends from scratch, no past to change what things will be like.
The one thing scaring me is if I don't see you again, to learn I never made you my friend, where we're going.
This will be the one big opportunity for me, just as I know it is for you. To see what we could never have seen, to go the one place we could never go to. Feel for what we both know we were meant to feel.
Oups, time is running out, I have to go. I need to check what little I bring with me, one last time before I go.
I will see you, when we get to where I know we both are going to.
The best of luck to you.