One Step at a Time
Today is just another gloomy day, the rain is falling, and the only sound to be heard, is the rain clacking, and pattering against the Windows. My parents forgot to pay the tv bill this month, so watching it is out of the question, leaving me to wander my thoughts for some sort of entertainment. But, then again, I don't really have anything to think of, because being in a wheelchair doesn't really help.
I know my parents love me very much, because they do everything for me. They know I'm sad, and the will do whatever they can, to make me happy. Most of the time, it either never works, or I barely give a smile. They both have jobs, so they can try and get the care they need for me, but it's hard, when we don't make much of a salary as it is. We barely make it through each month, savoring whatever we can.
I get bullied at school, since I have to be in this blasted thing. Having to stay inside during recess, only to wish I could play with the other children. I watched them frolick, and run about. I hear them cheering, and laughing all the while, playing ball, and chacing each other, with wide smiles. While fate dealt me the hand that confined me to this chair, where I can only dream, as I gazed out of the window from my classroom. And, I had to do that everyday.
Sometimes, the emotional pain was so unbearable, and I would cry. I was wasting my time, wishing and hoping, that one day, I could just get up from this chair, and by some glimmer of hope, I would walk. Each day, the string that held my hope together, ripped more, and more. To this day, it still hangs on, by a few thin threads, just waiting to snap at any moment.
I try not to give up on myself, even though I need assistance in most daily tasks. Like, getting in, and out of my chair, without falling, to be left helpless on the cold floor, unable to get up. Sadly, this has happened before, and it made me embarrassed when it happened, so I didn't call for help. Rather, I just laid alone, staring at the ceiling, of whatever room I had been in at the time I fell.
Even though, I did completely fall apart and breakdown, it was worth it, that last string of hope held on. Deep down I had this good gut feeling someday I would enjoy the feeling of walking again, and today was that day.
Mom and dad both had to work today, leaving me with a babysitter we can barely afford, and she pretty much just runs off sometimes she has to watch over me. She's one of those girls who barely give a care about what's important, and only care about their own life affairs. I don't want to get her in trouble because she does stay sometimes, to make sure I 'stay in line' as she says it.
Today was one of those days that she ran off again, claiming she'll be back in a while. She does come back everytime, so she doesn't get caught not watching me. So I'm here again, all by myself, with nothing to do, but watch two young kids, who look no older than six, splash around the mud in their raincoats, across the street, with their parents right by them.
I let out a deep sigh, that this is how I'm going to live the rest of my life, unable to care for myself, while my parents slave themselves in order to do so. This is what I do everyday, I sit in one spot in the living room, staring out the window. To the right, walking down the sidewalk, I see my friend Tony, approaching the house.
Now, Tony is a really nice guy. Does what he can for me. One day, he even asked me out, but I sadly declined, not feeling worthy enough to have the title as his girlfriend. He's a skinny guy, of average height, and the prettiest blue eyes, ever. He's wearing his favorite blue sweater, with the silver colored hood up, and his hands in the pockets.
I wheel myself over to the door, barely able to reach the bolt lock. By the time I get the door open, he's right there, with a fist raised, ready to knock.
"Hi, Tony...um...my parents said they don't want anybody over today, so you can just say hi, and be on your way." I tell him, leaving the screen door shut.
"Alright." He says with his ange like voice, as he lowers his hood, revealing his short, wavy blonde hair. "I just came to give you something."
"What is it?" I ask, opening the screen door for him.
"I know you'll enjoy it." He smiles as he reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a pill that looks like an 800mg ibuprofen. Except it has black and red speckles on it. I have a huge headache as it is. Hesitantly, I take the pill from him, holding it with two fingers. "I know it's weird I'm giving you this, but trust me on this, okay?" He asks, kneeling down on one leg, claspins his hands over mine, concealing the pill within them.
"Okay. I trust you." I smile a little, as he hugs me tight.
"I love you Jenna." He says in a soft tone, and gives me a kiss on the cheek. "See you later." He gives me one last smile as he turns and walks out of the door.
I stare at the small pill in my hand, wondering if I really should take it, or not. On my lap, I notice a small sticky note that wasn't there before. He must have put it there before he left. I grab it in my other hand, and it says:
Three important rules while taking this pill:
1. Don't ever name yourself.
2. Never use alone (But I'm sure you'll be fine once you get used to it)
3. Never take more than one within a twenty four hour period.
The affects of this pill will last for twelve hours. I know it seems rather suspicious, but I love you, and I would never put you in harm's way. Your parents might freak, but knowing them, they'll accept you in your new body. Good luck.
New body? Now I'm interested, plus it says it only lasts for twelve hours. With a sigh, I place the pill on my tongue, it's bittery flavor increases as it starts to turn to mush. I hope for the better from this, as I swallow the pill, letting slide down my gullet.
Immediately, I begin to feel numb all over, and along with that, a strange tickling sensation on my stomach area. When I look down, I see my hands, and that's when my head goes dizzy. I watch as pink-ish fur grows out on the back and front of them. My fingers instead, become harder to move as they join together, to form into what looks like a...a hoof?!
I begin to hyperventilate, as the fur grows along my arms, slowly becoming more of an orange color. I need a mirror, and fast! I begin to wheel myself down the hall, as I feel the changes coming one after the other, as I enter the bathroom. My parents installed a tall mirror on the door, which I use to see myself, after closing and locking it.
My fur has already ingulfed my arms, and is showing out of the collar on my shirt. I stare in horror, as my ears become pointed, and slide up my head. My eye color changes from brown to yellow in just a few seconds, as my nose and mouth begin to grow out of my face. My eyes grow larger, as the fur starts to crawl it's way up my face. My hyperventilating only increases as I become light headed, and before I know it, I faint in my chair.
"Jenna!!
Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump!
"Jenna! Open the door!"
Thump, thump, thump!
"Ergh... What?" I mutter as I come back to reality. I don't know how long I was out. But that sounds like my parents yelling my name. "Sorry, I feel asleep!" I grunt, as I sit up bringing a hand up to rub my eyes. Only to be hit by something hard and solid.
"Well get up!" They continue to shout.
I remove my hand from my face, and When I open my eyes, I don't see a hand, but instead...a pink...hoof. Suddenly being shocked awake, I shake the thing in front of me, finding this limb is connected to me. I also notice my clothes are much bigger than me. Curious as to what the rest of me looks like, I do my best to get them off as they holler at me.
"I'm a pony." I whisper to myself. My hands have become pink hooves, with pink fur going half way up my legs, where they become orange. On the sides of my back sit two orange feathered wings, with purple tips. Out of my rear is a tail that starts out brown, where a third of the way, it becomes a maple leaf color, and then blonde at the tip. "I'm a pony..." I whisper again.
"Jenna! Come out right NOW!!"
What will they think of me? I can't just open and be like "Hi mom and dad!" I can't let them see me like this!
"I...I can't!"
"Did...did you fall out of your wheelchair!?" Mom asks, suddenly sounding concerned.
"I guess you could say that..." I stare at my new body, just imagening how awful they might react to seeing. their daughter as a pony.
"Well, can you reach the door?"
"I can't I, even if I wanted to!" my voice shaky, my eyes filling with tears.
"Why not?"
"You won't like what you see..." I reply as the first tear slides down my cheek, and before I know it, I'm bawling my eyes out.
"Jenna, what's wrong?"
I say nothing, trying to calm myself down, which took a minute or two. When I finally gather myself up, along with the guts, I reach a forehoof out to the door, unable to reach it. I prop myself up on one foreleg, reaching the other out, but it's still not enough. I look back at my rear, seeing my hind legs limp on the floor, which gives me a thought. I'm paralyzed from the waist down, but I'm not exactly human anymore, so, maybe...
"Jenna please. Open the door, you're starting to worry me." Said my dad.
I take in a deep breath, concentrating on moving my right hind leg, and to my surprise, it moves as I command it. I'm..I'm not...I can...I smile wide, as I move my hind legs to stand the other half of me up. Regaining my confidence, I slowly set one hoof in front of the other, and slowly, I walk to the door. I'm walking! When I reach the knob at long last, by some magical force, I feel a grip on it, as I turn it, and pull it open. Dad being the first thing I see, I pounce on him, wrapping my forelegs around his neck.
"I can walk again, dad! I can walk!" I squee, tears flowing from my eyes.
"J-Jenna?" He stutters
"You're a...you're a pony!" mom exclaims, covering her mouth with her hands.
After we calmed down, I explained things to mom, and dad, which went rather well. Now we're sitting on the couch, watching the news, because dad paid the bill finally. I'm laying on my back on mom's lap, as she rubs my belly, which feels so good! They're still quite shocked to see me like this, but so far, it's the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I have Tony to thank for this.
"I just can't believe our daughter is a pony." Mom sighs, still stroking her hand left and right, across my stomach.
"I can. That pill she was giving is an illegal drug. Until she changes back, she's staying here."
"I can understand that. Also, I told Tony to come over, because I really wanna see him!" I beam, giggling for some reason. I think this pill is making me overly happy.
Just as I said it, a knock is heard at the door.
"Thats him!" I jump out of my mom's lap, running...galloping to the front door, opening it as fast as my hooves will allow. He stands there, the porch light shining down on him. I throw myself into him, as he kneels down again, taking me into his arms. "Thank you so much!" I hug him tight, nuzzling his cheek.
"Heh heh, I knew you'd like it. I'm sure you found out those are illegal, but, I know where you can go where its okay to take them." He says, stroking my mane.
"I wish this would last forever! I can walk!"
"I know. That's why I gave you it. I would do anything to make you happy." He holds me tighter, and closer.
"You went through so much trouble...for me." I smile, tears filling my eyes again.
"Yes I did. Because I love you." He kisses my cheek, and wipes the tears from my eyes.
"Awe, I love you too." I give him a peck on the lips, and I lay on him, my head under his chin. He stands, holding me in his arms.
Once inside, he sets me back down on the couch. "Be right back, I'm going to use your bathroom quick."
"Okay." I watch him as he heads down the hall, and disappears inside the bathroom. Five minutes later, the door opens, and out a blue stallion with a blonde mane and tail walks out. I trot up to him, with a smile on my face. "You look good!"
"Thanks. You're very pretty yourself."
"Just going to say, that this better be the only time this happens in my house. I don't need the police coming here, and getting us in trouble." Said dad.
"Kind of like my babysitter?" I point at the television with a hoof, my babysitter on the screen, sitting on the curb of a sidewalk, a white stallion with a black mane and tail sitting next to her, a pair of cops standing next to them.
"Wait...she wasn't here? And you didn't tell us?"
"This happened, and I fainted, remember?" I snap back sarcastically in my defense.
"Okay. Well, your mother and I had plans to go out tonight, so, you two have fun. No parties, and don't rash the house." He says in a stern voice, pointing a chubby finger at me.
"I know, since when do you know me to do that?"
"Yeah, well, see you later." He bends over, picking me up, hugging me tight. "Be a good pony, and I might try to save some money for you to go to that bowling alley because I heard that's where people get them."
"I would love that, thanks dad, you're the best!"
"I know. See you in a few hours." He puts me back down, and leaves with mom at his side.
When the sound of their car is heard going down the street, I give Tony a sly smile.
"What?"
I grab his tail in my teeth, and I drag him to the couch.
"What are you doing?"
I pin him against the back of the couch.
"This."
I lean forward, and press my lips into his.
We spent the rest of the night, enjoying each others company, watching movies, and cuddling. We stayed up as long as we could, until sleep forced us to fall asleep halfway through 'The Pursuit of happiness'. Other than that, this has been the best day of my life. I've got the best boy/stallion friend a girl/mare could ask for. Today I got to walk again, after so long, and being a pony to do so, just added onto it. I can't thank Tony enough for what he did for me today.
