Light Shift

Light shift

Chapter 2: Out of control

I am back, I am Steve, once again. Well at least for now,

because after the last experience I am not really sure what will I become

next time.

Two days have passed since my "accident" and everything seems to be normal.

I am still me, there is no way I would want to morph in front of someone...

My girlfriend Michelle, for example.

In fact, we started dating thanks to Friendship is magic series, she is much bigger

fan than myself and if she saw me like that I would probably spend the rest of

my life as her living plush toy.

The more time has passed the more comfortable I became with the fact that it will

never happen. In the other hand, it was a pity. Not because I had a chance to change

species and gender for almost 1 hour but most likely for the unique experience.

I was casting magic and stuff like that. What human can say that he was using real

magic? Well, this one. And nobody else.

I remember the appearance of my pony self, she had white coat with dark mane just

like my hair, similar manestyle to Dj Pon3, dark green eyes similar to mine,

just way  bigger. And a vortex shaped cutie mark. What was that symbo's meaning?

What was my talent actually? It was already late and as I was going home from shopping,

I suddenly started thinking about the symbol. Recyclation. Cycle. The process when

something becomes something else and than returns to its original form.

Wait, does that mean it CAN actually happen again?

And how does it even work? I have decided to test it out, with confidence that if

it works, I can actually change back. I went to certain place out of the town that seemed

to be abandoned and tried to focus my mind. I was focusing on the pony form, the cutie

mark symbol, tried to perform some gestures or spells but nothing seemed to work. After an

hour I have lost patience. Maybe it was all just an illusion. A hoax made in my brain. Maybe

it never happened. Or maybe it was a one time only event. Maybe the storm executed the transformation.

I just gave up and decided to move. But right as I made one step, I heard a thunderbolt sound

and felt a familiar feeling.

I was thrown back and as I was lying on my side and having all of my

hair in my face, I sighed with girly voice. "I did it but it happened totally randomly, so all

of this was for nothing." I was not disappointed. Of course, all of this happenings go against all

laws of logic and manly pride but well... In order to gain something you need to sacrifice something

of the same price. Of course, my current state was beyond any scientific explanation.

No time to think now, while I have this body, I should take advantage of it.

First thing I tried to do was running. It was impossible to do before in my room. It was a little

bit harder than walking but soon I was sprinting like a racing horse. Of course you cannot reach

enough speed to perform a sonic rainbow when you cannot fly but with this speed I could probably win the

"running of the leaves" competition. That was it for the running, I also tried teleportation which

was quite hard to do but at least I didn't get stuck in a freaking wall or something. When I grew

tired, I have just lied on the grass and talked to myself a little, just to adapt to this voice.

My voice was not similar to any of the Mane six characters as I found out by trying to immitate them.

Of course. Immitating the pony voices with this body is a lot easier because my real voice was rather

deep and manly.

Speaking of my real voice, now I wonder how I turn back. Or actually, when I turn back.

Last time it could have been 50 minutes, now it can be sooner but actually much later.

Hell, now I realized something. Actually, when I morph into this form, where do my clothes and

stuff from my pockets go? "Magic" was the only word that could explain it. Because the fact that

my stuff was currently not accessible, I had no idea what time it is. More time passed and I still

did not change back. Despite my utter concentration, I just did not. I started to panic.

"How the hell do I change back!" "I cannot go home looking like this!"