I'm going freaking out, I'M FREAKING OUT!

Tom whispered to himself, ‘Okay Tom, take it easy. That zipper has got to be here… somewhere.’ His fingers kept feeling back there, but couldn’t even find the break in the suit, never mind the actual zipper. It felt like there was nothing but fur and his back. He decided to head to the bathroom and use the mirror to find it. He saw no sign of Jasmine yet and hurried over. Tom feared asking Jasmine to help him take his costume off for him; asking for help as if was still a child, like he was not the image of a manly man that he projected to himself and to the world. As Tom hurried past a bookshelf with a row of Jasmine’s My Little Pony figures, he didn’t notice that the Discord one turned his vinyl head and smiled at him.

He turned the light on, quickly turned so his back faced the mirror, and began looking for the zipper. Again he couldn’t find it or even the flap that hides the zipper line. He saw just a smooth back covered in blue fur. The fur suit seemed to cling to his back far more smoothly than a simple costume ever should have. The costume’s sculpted muscles appeared to flex like they were a part of his body, instead of being part of an inanimate costume.

It was then he noticed his face in the mirror. Yes, he still had the hood on but it had eye holes so he should have seen his eyes. Instead of his blue gray eyes as he expected to be looking back at him, he saw magenta eyes looking back at him. And those eyes were bigger too, about three times the size that they should be. Leaning towards the mirror, he squinted at his reflection and was shocked when those eyes reflected in the mirror also squinted.

With his nose, inhaled several big gulps of air and then let these out slowly. He noticed that his costume’s nostrils had flared on the intake, felt the muscles around his muzzle expanding and then contracting his nostrils with each breath.

“What the hell?” He asked himself aloud and then covered the muzzle over his mouth. That wasn’t his voice. It was a woman’s voice with a rasp in it. He moved his body around and leaned closer to the mirror and took a look at his mouth. He couldn’t find it hiding behind the fake muzzle. He stuck his blue colored index finger in his mouth to touch the costume’s pink tongue, but it felt like his fingertip were touching his own tongue.

He opened his mouth more and the costume’s muzzle that he thought surrounded it responded instead. He tried lifting the edge, but instead only the lip peeled back to reveal gums. He saw a new set of white and whole teeth, unblemished by discoloration or fillings that he didn’t remember having in his mouth.

“WHAT THE HELL!?” He asked his reflection again. Looking down, he noticed the fake boobs. They have changed. They now had nipples. He touched a breast and his mind felt a slight pleasure from palming that breast. He watched his eyes go to pinpricks like in those cartoons, while the costume’s furry ears folded down.

Despite growing apprehension, he dared to look way down. He saw a belly button clearly visible like there was only fur covering it and there was a slit in the crotch area that wasn’t there when he put this on. He moved a hand down and then he touched that private part of her. This time, he felt a much stronger pulse of pleasure from that simple touch. Additional pressure from this fingertips resulted in more pleasure that came and he smiled while gasping for air. Then the realization hit him harder than a punch from Rocky Balboa. He was now a girl.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” He or was it she screamed out. “This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.” He or she chanted as if the sound of his or her voice would give him back his masculine body parts, till the door burst open.

“TOM! What is it!?” Jasmine said as she burst in. He/she noticed that her eyes while filled with worry and concern were blue instead of green. She also had nipples on her breasts, a belly button, and the...the.

‘Oh come on, you can say it.’ She had a visible vagina.

“It got you too.”

“What do you mean Tom?” Then her eyes got wide. “Tom your eyes!”

“It’s not just my eyes Jasmine and please don’t hit me.” Tom then touched Jasmine’s vagina. She yelped and jumped back before glaring at Tom. “Before you do anything else like that, note that you are still wearing a costume.” Jasmine immediately looked down and saw the changes.

“What on Earth? MY VOICE! I sound just like Rarity, more specifically Tabitha St. Germain and you sound like just Rainbow or Ashleigh Ball. And that means...”

“Yeah, I’ve been changed too.” Tom revealed all before Jasmine. “This darn suit changed me and I’m....I’m.....I’m no longer a man!” The weight of that realization hit Tom’s mind like a freight train running over a can of soda and she collapsed onto the toilet seat with her head in her hands and cried. The next thing she knew was impossibly white arms wrapped around her shaking blue torso, while a white, soft, and warm equine cheek pressing against his blue cheek.

To Tom’s heightened sense of smell, Jasmine’s furry face had a faint scent of vanilla extract. Tom shredded his mental gears as that vanilla scent both calmed and excited him at the same time.

“Oh Tom, I’m so sorry. This is my fault. I made you put it on and now you’re like this. Let it out, let it all out, I’m here for you. I will always be here for you.” Tom didn’t fight against her reasoning here. And the more as she did what Jasmine suggested and let it all out, time past as they sat there and they didn’t move at all.

* * * * *

When it finally felt like Tom’s shock, despair, and sadness was all done, Tom opened her eyes and said. “Look at me. Crying like a baby. Not at all like the man that you love.”

“Everyone has moments of weakness and you are still the man I love underneath the fur and the changes.”

“Thanks Jasmine. Now where did you get these costumes?”

“At one of those temporary Halloween shops at the mall.” Tom then stood up and a bit of her old confidence had returned.

“Okay, we get dressed to hide our equine features and we go and get some answers. Jasmine nodded and Tom saw the hunter’s gleam in her eyes.

‘Whoever did this made a grave mistake in changing us.’ They both left for their rooms and Tom when through her clothes. She put on underwear which was a lot roomier in the crotch since she was missing certain equipment. She then put on some sweats and did some adjusting to hide her tail. Couldn’t do anything about her hooves and hoped people won’t notice them. She found a large hoodie, put it on, and found it somewhat constricting.

‘Stupid wings!’ With some work she got them fully folded and with the hood up and jacket back on she went out into the living room. She saw Jasmine’s door open and she came out. Dressed similarly to her, she saw the tip of Jasmine’s horn sticking out.

“How do I look?” She asked Jasmine.

“At best the tip of your snout sticks out and some hair. Or would that be mane.”

“Stick with hair for now; you have your horn sticking out.” Jasmine looked up and frowned at the horn. Then her horn lit up in a light blue and her hoodie got larger and covered it.

“How did you do that?” Tom idly asked and Jasmine looked at her with a slight look of fear. “Magic and I’m not questioning more than that.” She shrugged and nodded to her girlfriend. They headed for Jasmine’s car since she was the one who knew where the shop was. The trip was uneventful, thank god. And they drove into the mall’s parking lot, parked in a little-used, holiday overflow parking lot behind the mall, and then with their heads down walked to the nearest entrance. They nervously walked through the mall hoping to go unnoticed till Jasmine stopped.

“What is it Jasmine?” Tom asked.

“The store.....it’s gone!” Tom looked and saw a vacant store front. By the outdated signs of a long ago defunct clothing store chain and the dusty, empty display windows, it seemed like it hadn’t been used in a while. She remembered seeing that those display windows were clean, while being filled with mannequins and the lighted Canterlot Costume Emporium sign was fixed to a now empty wall over the now closed store entrance.

“You are sure this is the spot?”

“Yes, it was right next to the Gap.” They saw another hooded person approached and also look at the vacant store front.

“Where’s the store? It was right here.” The person asked in a female voice.

“We don’t know, we are as confused as you are. You got a pony costume too didn’t you?” Tom asked and the person nodded. Jasmine then noticed a man wearing a janitor’s uniform and pushing a cleaning cart nearby. Pointing to that man, she asked the other two, “Let’s ask that guy what he knows about that store.”

The three of them headed over to him and Jasmine asked. “Excuse me sir, but do you happen to know where the Halloween store went?” The janitor looked at her confused.

“Lady we never had a Halloween store in this mall.”

“But just the other day I went into one that was in that store front.” Jasmine gestured to the now vacant front.

“Lady that front has been vacant for years and I know the management has never been interested in one of those temporary Halloween stores. Sorry can’t be more of a help but I think you’ve got the wrong mall.” With that, he walked away leaving a very confused trio of former humans.

“But that’s, that’s impossible. I know that the store was right here.” Jasmine looked over to the other pony for lack of any better words. “You and I can’t have both made a mistake about the store’s location?”

“No this is the mall where I got mine. So what should we do?” The three stood there thinking before Tom came up with an idea.

“Let’s head to a hospital. They might be able to cut us out of these.” The other female shook her head.

“No way. They will treat this like a disease and will never see the world again. I’m heading home; however I wish you two some good luck. I still have the costume instruction manual, so maybe there is a manufacture’s address on it.” With that she left them, disappearing down a side hallway. They watched her leave before Jasmine looked at Tom and asked.

“Are you sure about this idea?” She rubs her fur covered arm. “This actually feels like my skin not whatever rubber material they used.”

“Well, I’m out of ideas. We can’t get them off on our own, the store is gone, and I want to be me again!” Her voice got louder as she went through that and she saw Jasmine look at her fearfully. She sighed and hugged Jasmine. “I’m sorry Jaz. I’m freaked out in all of this.”

“It’s okay Tom, you have this far worse than me. At least I’m still the gender I should be. Let’s go and hope this doesn’t bite us.”

* * * * *

Jasmine drove them to the nearest hospital and soon they were waiting in a room for a doctor. Tom was sitting on the bed since this was her idea while letting work know she won’t be in. Jasmine was scanning the web on her phone when the doc came in. The doc was a man in his thirties and had a pleasant smile to greet them with.

“So Mr. Davis, Miss Slate, what seems to be the problem today?” Both she and Jasmine took down their hoods to reveal their new appearance.

“As crazy as this sounds doc, my girlfriend picked up some costumes based off a show called My Little Pony for Halloween. Now not only can’t we take them off it has changed us. Look at me doc, do I look human or a male now?” He looked at them with narrow eyes.

“Is this some sort of sick prank?”

“If it is then it’s on us. I only wore this costume to honor a bet I made with Jasmine here. I’m not even into the show. Please doc, we are grasping at straws here.” The doc seemed unsure, debating whether this was all fake or the find of the century would be her guess. Jasmine broke the silence.

“This might help doc. A page from one of the news sites.” She offered her phone to him; he looked at it and read out loud.

“People turning into ponies. Several reports have had sightings of human form ponies from all over the country. Some reports have said that the ponies were humans that have somehow been changed. Common factor claim in most is that they bought a costume at a temporary Halloween store and now can’t get the costumes off after it changed them.” The doc handed the phone back to Jasmine and took out his own. She bet that he was double checking those web sites, considering what they were telling him was something out of a dream; she didn’t blame him for being sure. After a couple of minutes he puts his phone away.

“Okay I buy it. Let’s see what I can find out. So how detailed is the change for you?”

“Very, so much that I’m now technically a girl.” She said sorrowfully.

“Alright I’m going to be taking blood samples, x-rays, the whole shebang to see what I can find.” They both nodded and let him get to work.

The next couple of hours they went through a whole series of tests that Tom had never seen before and they were back in the first room waiting for the doc to get back with the results. The door opened again and the doc came in with a pair of folders.

“What’s the word doc?” Tom asked nervously.

“Well for one thing those aren’t suits anymore. The tests indicate that they are in fact fur and skin with nothing all under them from the physical standpoint.”

“So you can’t do anything?” The doc shook his head.

“There is literally no suit it cut you out of. I cut that skin off you won’t see another layer of skin but blood vessels, muscle, and bone. Though I’m still waiting on blood work you both seem perfectly healthy..... as horses." Tom and Jasmine both facepalmed at the Doc’s attempt at deadpan humor. “I have no idea how costumes metamorphosed your bodies, yet alone how to change you back. I’m contacting a friend of mine who is a horse vet to be sure I haven’t missed anything. I’m not sure how many others are like you will be showing up, so I’ll send you home.”

With a downcast face, Tom raised his hand, and then asked, “Doc, do I have a… womb?”

The doctor appeared to take a great interest with his watch for a few moments, and then said, “Both of you appear to be healthy and fertile mare-humans.”

Tom was crushed by this news. Her last hope of being actually Tom again was again slipping away.

“Thanks doc for trying.” She said getting up from the chair she was sitting on.

“I wish I could have done more. I will let you know what the blood work says. Till then try to resume your normal life. I will make up notes for both of you for your bosses.” They exchange numbers, he hands them the notes, and they leave.

She was in a daze all the way home. A lifelong effort to build his masculine gender identity, from being in the Boy Scouts, to the competitive sports, to watching nothing but boys’ cartoons like G.I. Joe and Transformers all gone like sand castles at high tide.

When they got back to their apartment, Tom just sat motionless on their couch. Looking but not seeing anything.

‘My life, it’s all over. I can never be Tom again, so what do I call myself? What will work say? God, what would my parents say; their son just got turned into a rainbow haired, blue horse thing. What do I do? What do I say?’ Her thoughts become interrupted as she feels a body next to hers. She saw a white muzzle in her field of vision.

“I’m Sorry Tom, I’m SO SORRY! For my love of cartoon ponies, I choose that stupid costume. And now, you are stuck like this and it’s all my fault!” She looked at Jasmine, saw a steady stream of tears down from her new eyes, and it broke through the depression she was in.

Grabbing Jasmine’s arms, their faces close enough to feel each other’s breaths, to get her attention she said. “No, it’s not your fault. It will never be your fault.” Righteous anger filled her. “No it was that guy who sold you these costumes. He and those with him are to blame for this.” The anger faded from her features and she looked down. “I just don’t know what to do now?”

“Well I know one thing I’m doing.” She looked at Jasmine quizzically. “I’m going to be by your side in it. I’m not leaving you alone in this. I still love you.” With that Jasmine kissed her and she felt more at ease.

“Thanks Jaz, I really needed to hear that.” Those two young lovers then hugged each other for what seemed like hours.

Not sure what time it was, but at some point in time their front door was busted open by large men holding some kind of handheld battering ram. She saw those men and several others behind them wore black police uniforms, tactical vests, and full face ski masks run inside their apartment; surround them, while shouting “Don’t move!” And then before she could react at all, she felt something hit her chest. She only had enough time to look down and see a dart before the darkness of sleep claimed her.

Author's Note

They just can't get a break can they?

My muse is currently on this story but will get back to the others in time.

Oh and an alternate cover art i wanted to use by can't due to the rules was this picture.