Orchid life

The morning came all too quickly. The sun shone brightly through the window and assaulted my poor eyes. I groaned audibly as I rolled over in an attempt to avoid the sunlight's brutal assault. I couldn't stay in the dream world, sadly. As my eyes finally opened, I took notice of something pink in front of me. For whatever reason, it terrified me. As soon as my brain fully registered that something pink was hanging in front of my face, something I didn't recognize, I closed my eyes, jumped backwards, and screamed... screamed the most girly of girly screams I have ever heard in my entire life. I was surprised nobody came running into the room to make sure I was ok.

Thud

I jumped backwards into the wall behind me. When I opened my eyes, I noticed the pink whatever was still hanging in front of me, moving as if caught in a light breeze. It took me a little bit, but I eventually calmed down after figuring out that whatever it was meant me no harm. I wanted it off of my head, however, so I reached up and froze. What had happened to my hand? What I saw in front of me wasn't a hand, it wasn't colored correctly. Confused, I moved it around a little bit just to confirm that it had, in fact, taken the place of my hand. I couldn't feel my fingers, so there was no way I was holding this thing. Curious, I raised my other hand to get the exact same result.

My mind quickly drifted back to this pink thing on my head. I reached up with both stubs and clasped the pink stuff in between both. I pulled on it gently, expecting to slide off with ease. When I was met with resistance, I opted to force it off, and pulled as hard as I could.

"Ow!" I yelled as pain shot through my head.

Whatever it was had itself dug into my head pretty well. I was done being nice at this point. Whatever was on my head was coming off, one way or another. After a couple of attempts of shaking it off my head, and making myself dizzy in the process, I had decided to hit it off. I raised my right stub and punched at whatever was up there. I was met only with air. I the slid my right stub across the whole front of my head, only to be met with air once again.

"Damn, this thing is small," I thought to myself.

Then came the punch. In hindsight, punching myself in the head probably wasn't the best of ideas regardless of the situation. Whatever, I'd only given myself a slight headache... easily dealt with. Anyway, I had given up on getting whatever was on my head off, and decided to go see if I could figure out what it was by looking at the full body mirror on the bedroom door. After all, something pink like that should contrast enough against my blonde hair for me to see it, right?

The mirror would have to wait. While going to the edge of my bed, I noticed my body had gotten smaller... many feet smaller. I was actually about as a big as my pillow if you can believe it. How I had not taken notice of my new size before, I can't answer. That's not all, though. I had also taken notice of my inability to sit upright when I fell forwards while trying to do so.

"Alright, what the buck-" I said, stopping myself after the last word.

Why did I just say "buck" when I meant... well, nevermind that. So many things ran through my head as I tried to come up with an answer.

"'What the buck', 'What the buck'," I said silently to myself, "Where have I heard that before?".

My thoughts kept going back to one thing: a very popular TV show titled "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic". It only made sense that I would think about a show where the main characters were creatures that bucked for many reasons... wait a second. I've shrunk, can't sit upright, my hands are light blue stubs... no way... it's just not possible. I pushed myself and looked at the rest of my body, only to find that I was indeed a really small quadruped... a really small blue pony.

"How the hay-" I said, stopping again after the last word.

Ok, so I was now a pony, this much was obvious, but why was I using pony puns without giving them any thought? Also, why did my brain have to be so slow at catching things this morning? I'd only just now, while not even saying anything, that my voice had also changed. Not only was I a small, blue pony, but I also sounded like a little girl. I guess maybe I was trying to process too much at once, and it had slowed my brain down a ton. Whatever the reason, I had finally noticed that my voice was also different.

Oh right, the mirror. Yep, my brain was slow this morning... sorry. I had attempted to walk to the edge of the bed, but it was difficult. You'd think that walking on four legs would be easier than walking on two, but you couldn't be more wrong. I guess maybe because I wasn't to walking on four legs, I can't say for sure. Anyway, as I reached the edge of the bed, I peaked over to see the huge drop... well, huge for me considering my current size. Desiring badly to get down, I pushed with both of my front legs... wow, that feels weird to say. Anyway, after I pushed, I plummeted.

Another discovery was made as I fell. Something stretched out from my sides. I guessed they were wings... after all, what else would be stretching out from my sides like that? My thoughts were soon interrupted by my face meeting the hardwood floor. I guessed that being so small amplified the pain because it hurt more than I'd expected. Then again, perhaps the immense pain was due to the muzzle I had being forced into the rest of my skull. Either way, it hurt. Try as I might not to, I cried. I couldn't stop the tears rolling down my face, I couldn't stop the noise I was making, but I didn't care anymore. I could only focus on the pain. My crying was so loud that I didn't even hear the door open.