A living Nightmare

"So...you're telling me I'm a noob, when it's clear I won the match?" I asked the raging twelve year old who just lost to me on a Demolition match on Call of Duty Black Ops 2.

"You cheated!" his high pitched voice screamed.

I tilted my head in question as the next match began. "How was it cheating, when I shot your friggin head with my Ballista?"

"There's no way you no scoped it, though!" He whined.

"Yes, it's highly unlikely, but that doesn't make it impossible. You startled me. Don't do that. The result was your death."

I could hear him growling in anger. "Noob."

"Hmm. Let's agree your assumption of me being a noob is correct for a moment, okay? I won fair and square, correct? Yes. So, if I'm the noob and I won...what does that make you?"

"Fuck you." He mumbled.

"No thanks!" I shook my head, choosing my class as the next round began.

I spawned with my ACOG Ballista with a silencer and FMJ. Yeah. I put an ACOG on a sniper rifle. I don't like camping and picking off players. I like to be out in the action! The ACOG allows me to use my favorite weapon in the field. Funny. A pony playing Call of Duty. A smirk spread across my muzzle as I sat back on the couch, fully extending my wings along its length.

I switched weapons to my double Tac-45's, equipped with FMJ and silencers. Two shots to the chest it takes from one, so having two means I only need to aim and press both R1 and L1 once and my victim will fall. Having two also doubles rate of fire. Pressing said buttons one after the other makes them like a machine gun. Being pistols, they don't have much recoil, are lightweight and quick to reload. Basically, it's the best gun in the game. Yeah. A pistol.

"Time to pony up and kick some flanks!" I thought to myself. I'm trying to not be so bummed out, so I'm making jokes about my situation to hopefully cheer myself up. I did come to find I like wagging my new tail, though. Who wouldn't?

With my team, I ran across the yard, up the stairs and to the purple bedroom of the blue house. I'm playing on Nuketown. I get to the corner of the window and crouch down, aiming down past the red car behind the semi. Two tangos running along the house are about to die. I take steady breaths, moving my crosshairs over to one of them. I don't try and be cool getting head shots. I don't care where I shoot a guy as long as I'm the one who survives the scuffle.

They both go crouching behind the red car, an unlucky team member wanders out, oblivious to their position. He's quickly wiped out, sprayed and turned into Swiss cheese. I put my crosshairs over the first guy, lining up with the other next to him.

POW!!

I fired, and they both went down. I smiled myself a job well done, wagging my tail with excitement. I think I'm starting to accept this new body. I mean, I've got wings! A tail! A horn I can probably do sick magic with! The only downside really is that I'm female. Other than that, I think I'm starting to like this.

So, with those two tangoes down, I turned to my left, pulling out my pistols. It's a short length over here and the ACOG obstructs your view, so it'd really only get in the way. Now that the glass is broken, I simple jumped out, landed without damage. The lightweight perk really comes in handy! So, instead of running out Wiley like everybody does, I go slow, taking my time, being cautious. I walk along the space between the bus and the semi, heading towards the orange house. I'm crouched down, stealthy and invisible.

The same pair of tangoes pass right by me. I don't fire. Quick and swift, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, I ran and dove behind the car in the driveway. Another tango passes by. I head around to the back of the house -- the backyard where these bums spawn. One runs right for me. It takes him a while to notice, but by the time he does, I've got him dead.

"Hacker!" yelled a more grown up voice in relation to the twelve year old from before.

"How is that?" I asked, giving my chest a few gentle strokes. Yeah, I like petting myself. Leave me be. Until you grow fur and have yourself pet, then you'll realize why animals love it so much!

"There's no way in hell you shot me ONCE with THOSE!" he accused, another ranger, mad he was ssskilled. Heh. Skill and killed.

"Buddy, these are Tac-45's. I've got FMJ on them, and it only takes two shots in the chest to kill a player. I have dual pistols as you saw in your death cam. That means two shots, meaning I only have to fire once. Try it yourself. You'll be amazed."

"Whatever, hacker." He grumbled and nothing more was said.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Lifting my right hand up, I check my watch.

4:22pm the time read.

Turning off the system and t.v, I took a deep breath. It was Janice. I turn to check out the window, and sure shittin it was her. Suddenly all the depressing thoughts came back. What if she doesn't believe me? What if she does and leaves me? How will she react? Will she still love me? Probably not.

With a heavy sigh, I got up onto my hooves, and made my way to the foyer. The closed curtains over the door window concealed me from her. The doorbell rang again, and I unlocked the door. I gripped the door handle with my shaking hand. My breath was accelerating, much like my heartbeat. The love of my life was on the other side of this door.

Here I am again, hoping fate will deal me the right cards when I open this door. I creak it open a little. I can feel myself getting teary eyed. If I lose her...what's there to live for? I don't want the title of "Turning into a humanoid pony of the opposite gender with no schooling, no job, no money and lives with his mother."

Pathetic, right?

Mustering up as much courage as I can, I open the door fully.

"Uuhhhh...." Janice uuh'ed. "Nice...costume?"

Costume?! I wish.

I try to speak, but the stress gets out before my words do, and I find myself falling to my knees, weeping right in front of her. I lower my head, my hand still on the handle, the other limp at my side.

"Please don't leave me..." I mumbled through my sobs as tears fell from my cheeks. "Please don't leave me..."

"Is this some kind of....trick?" She asks, stepping back a little.

I shake my head, my ears fall down and my jaw quivers.

"I'm...just gonna go..."

"No!" I snap, turning my head up to look at her. Slow and wobbly I stand up again. "Just let me explain!"

"Okay..."

I take another deep breath.

"So...I was sleeping...in class right? Algebra class. I...I h-had this fucked up dream...this..c-creature was there...and she asked for a f-favor."

"Go on."

"What you see now...is what she was...and...when I woke up...I began turning into her! I...I ran from school, and ran all the way here! Can you believe it?! I laid in my bed, watching my man hood disappear from me!" I yelled, tears still streaming. "D-dad c-came home a bit later...he'd found out I ran from school and...I...I tried to tell him, but...he went and pointed his gun at me! My own father! Threatening to SHOOT me!"

I continued to sob, taking deep breaths.

"He kicked me out! I was in the pouring rain then for five HOURS!! I was headed to your place...so maybe I could tell you then...but mom found me...luckily she believes me. She brought me home and I just went to bed. The thing that did this to me...she gave me nightmares! Where dad shot me, you broke up with me, I woke up in school like this...it was horrible! And it gets better too! And by better I mean worse! She came to me again! She...she...she RAPED me!! I got raped by THIS!" I cried, gesturing to myself.

I was completely losing it.

"When I woke up...mom came to check on me...she's...pulling me out of school. Also because of this, I can't go to work...I can't even call in! I don't sound like me anymore! That's it pretty much! How my life has become so fucked up in just twenty four hours! Can you believe it?"

She stood there, her mouth slightly open, just staring.

"Janice...?"

She closed her mouth, swallowed, then lowered her head, turning she walked down the porch steps,

"Where are you going?!"

She turned and sighed. "Turns out my boyfriend had turned into I don't even know what! He's now an emotional wreck, and quite frankly, I'm not into females! You aren't you anymore! Physically or mentally! I...I don't see myself being with you...like this...I'm sorry..."

"Janice...no...I need you!" I pleaded, following. I attempt to hold her hands, but she pulls away.

"It's over, Jake! Until you can fix this...I can't do this............goodbye..."

"Janice, please! I've been through enough as it is! It's obvious I need you! But I guess...oh, me being female is too much to take! Are you the one who gender swapped, got raped, threatened to be shot, and has now no reason for even living! Are you serious?! I thought you said no matter what you'd be there for me and I would for you! What happened to that?! Huh?!"

She looked at me for a moment, then shook her head and began walking away again.

So this was it. I've lost everything.

I stood there, watching her walk down the road, not even looking back. She doesn't even stop. I stood there till she was out of sight. She's gone. The love of my life.

My breathing became choppy and I went back up onto the porch. My legs suddenly felt weak and they gave out on me. Just like her, my father. I have nothing.

I sit against the wall, crying again. I pull my legs to my chest, resting my forehead on my knees.

I give up.