A living Nightmare

It's been at least an hour since my mother left, and I've not moved from my bed. I laid there, staring at my four walls. I've plugged my phone into the charger on the wall. I still dare to see what messages I have. Probably angered ones from Janice since it's been nearly a full twenty four hours I last texted her, and we talk CONSTANTLY. Moon hasn't said a single thing to me since my blow up at her. She had it coming. I hate her. What she's done to me. She's ruined everything.

With a sigh, I gazed down at my breasts. Curiously, I ran my fingers through the patch of fur, finding it rather soft. It felt a little nice too. I began to gently stroke said bit of fur at a constant rate as I thought about everything. Anything really. I had plans yesterday. I was going to go to Janice's to maybe play some COD or Minecraft and finish our belt fed tnt Gatling gun. Yeah, we were gamers. It's rare you find a girl who's into games just as much as you are, and for her to actually be good at them. I don't think she'd want to be next to me on the couch now the way I am. I wish I wasn't so scared to tell her.

I watched as my mane flowed before me, even though there was no wind to make it blow.

I took my phone in my other hand, turning it on. 8:43am said the clock. Next to it was a speech bubble with a 12 by it. I sighed heavily, opening up my messages, all from Janice.

Janice: Hey, baby! Just wondering what you're doing after school today?

Sent: 1:23pm yesterday

That was the first message.

Janice: Baby? Why aren't you answering me? Is something wrong?

Sent: 7:54pm yesterday

This was the eighth.

Janice: Fine. I see you don't want to talk to me. Guess I don't matter anymore...

Sent: 11:34pm yesterday

And that was the last. I don't know if that counts as a break up or not. Still petting my fur, I began to type a reply with the other hand.

You: Hey, Janice, I'm sorry I didn't answer. I was out and about and my phone died. I didn't have my cord either. Please don't be mad...

Sent: Just now

I turned the phone off and set it down on my stomach.

At least mother still loves me.

Taking a deep breath, I get up from the bed, slowly, since my legs and lower area still hurt. I trudged into the bathroom, taking my phone in case Janice were to reply.

BLING!

Well, speak of the devil...heh...I got the female version of him in my head, and I've taken form of her body as well!

How ironic.

I rolled my eyes at my own statement as I sat down on the toilet and began to read the message.

Janice: Sure. You boys and your lies.

Sent: Just now

Funny, I'm not a boy anymore.

With both hands this time, I began typing.

You: It's not a lie! Why would you think I'm lying?! I have no reason to lie! Janice...I've had a rough time lately...

Sent: Just now

After I finished my business, I wiped myself off, since last time I got a little wet. Having fur tends to soak that up. Having hooves allowed me to walk over the broken glass, since yesterday, I broke the mirror from yelling. My life has become quite the mess.

So, I go back to petting myself as I head downstairs to have some cereal and make my morning as normal as possible. I head into the kitchen, the vibrant yellow orange paint, black marble tops for the oak wood counters that covered each wall of the kitchen. Well, except for where the fridge and stove were.

BLING

I stop at the fridge to take out my phone.

Janice: Okay, fine. But why aren't you in school today?

Sent: Just now.

You: Come to my place after, and you'll see. I just hope you'll still love me when you see.

Sent: Just now.

"Do you love her?" asked Moon.

"No shit, Miss Shit for brains." I Deadpan, getting the milk from the fridge.

"I'm sorry, okay?! I didn't know what I was doing! You...have helped me realize that...nopony has yelled at me since I was a foal..."

I rolled my eyes as I grabbed the box of LIFE cereal next to the fridge on the counter. I poured cereal to fill about two thirds of a bowl I grabbed from the cupboard. "Whatever."

"I see now what I've done. I'm sorry, Jake...I really am."

"Sure you are." I responded, pouring milk into my cereal. "Then leave. Turn me back and just leave."

"I can't. It took a whole lot out of me to get inside you. It'll be at least a year before I can leave you and be revived fully."

"So I'm stuck being you for a whole year?!" I asked angrily, slamming the fridge shut.

"I'm sorry...

I didn't answer as I began to eat right there. I noticed a pair of scissors on the counter.

"Perfect."

Momentarily, I removed my shirt, and in the backside, I made two long slits before putting it back on. I moved my wings out through the slits, giving a sigh of relief.

"Much better..."

"BLING"

I didn't even bother to answer as I was too busy stretching my aching wings. I give the, a few, slow test flaps. I couldn't help but smile at them. I've always wanted wings, and these are so big! The tops of them are a little higher than my head, and the lowest feather nearly touches the ground! At least something good came from this transformation. I should try and fly sometime.

Folding them back against my back, I finished up my cereal and I left to the living room. The walls here were of a light green paint, one section of the wall being covered top to bottom in family photos. Against the large window, sat a long white couch, a glass coffee table in front, and a smaller couch facing the table from a ninety degree angle compared to the first couch. The wall opposite the large couch hung a large flat screen T.V from the wall, and under it, an entertainment shelf which contained movies, PS3 games, and the PS3 for them on top of the shelf.

To think this is where we've spent many memories as a family. Christmas, birthdays, watching football games, playing COD and Minecraft with Janice and my dad. Mom and I would watch new movies from Family Video here when it was just us. Being an only child, I remember the lonely times I had as well, before I was in school. Dad would be working and mom would clean before she got a job at Burger King. I would sit here, playing with Hot Wheels cars or Legos. Few times I asked if mom and dad could have a little sister for me to play with. I was broken hearted when they said no. They couldn't afford it. I had no friends at the time either, so I was often by myself.

I went over to the pictures, looking upon every one of them. Any that had me in them, I could clearly remember what had happened. A photo of me winning the third grade soccer team tournament, where dad held me high as I held my trophy. Sadly, it was burnt up in the fire that took place in our previous home. Another picture illustrated me and dad fishing. It was a simple picture of the three of us in a boat, smiling to the camera. So many pictures of precious memories. The realization of my current situation taking that all away from me left a sharp pang in my chest. It hurts to know the least thing my dad did was point a gun at me. The thought made me tear up.

Turning my gaze to the floor, I went over and sat on the larger couch to lay down.

I've turned into a freak.

My dad hates me.

Janice will probably break up with me.

I can't go back to school.

I've been raped.

What else could possibly happen? Maybe Celestia find me, thinks I'm Nightmare Moon and I get sent to the moon for a thousand years? Well, I'm sure suicide would be the only cure for that. I wonder how sad mom would be. Mentioning I'd hang myself really upset her. She slapped me at first, then held me and for a good ten minutes she said nothing as she cried into my shoulder.

I took out my phone to check my texts.

Janice: Okay. I'm not even going to ask, but I'll be there around four.

Sent: Three minutes ago.

I sent her a simple ok and set my phone on the table. I rolled onto my back, and began petting my chest once more, staring up at the white ceiling. I really need a miracle to help me through this. Anything. I can't do this on my own.