Anthropomorphization

I awakened some time later. Alive, certainly... but changed. And, despite having eaten earlier... very, VERY hungry!

Bolting up from my bed, I made a dash to the kitchen, my hooves making a distinct clip-clop sound rather than the thump-thump I was used to.

Once in the kitchen, I instinctively began rummaging through the vegetable crisper. I grabbed carrots, celery, broccoli, and much more (even some ginger) and nommed on all of it with vigor.

“Sho tashty!” I exclaimed exultantly, my mouth still partially full. Yeah, apparently my taste-buds and teeth (and oral muscle memory) had changed too. At that thought, I ran my tongue along my teeth, noticing that I oddly still had canines, though somewhat reduced.

“Does that mean-?” I wondered aloud as I looked higher in the fridge.

I opened one container. Beef? I instinctively made a face and my -rather long- tongue stuck out. Nope! Close it! Clooooose it, I say!

Well, I wasn't terribly fond of beef anyway.

I opened another. Ham? Hmm.... maybe another time.

“Third time's the charm....” Catfish! Leftovers! Bingo! I didn't even bother to warm it up. Still good, if not as much so as usual.

“Maybe it'd taste better with rice and fava beans?” I thought.

Anyway, after I felt satisfied with brunch I went back to my room to get dressed.... only to notice that my 2x (men) clothes wouldn't fit my now Medium (women) body. Okay, that's not taking into account the freakin' BASKETBALLS on my chest! My moobs had become bazongas! How did I not notice that before?!

Right, I was too busy mowing down.

Sighing, I decided that I might as well get a good look at myself.

“Hmmm... Let's see... speaking of seeing, my eyesight is better. Won't need those glasses anymore. Anyway, aside from the soccer balls attached to me, I'm much slimmer, obviously. Probably lost a hundred pounds at least. No wonder I was so hungry! White fur is soft, skin is supple,... Hooves are well balanced, oddly. They're either flush with the floor, or they aren't. Amazing. There's a tattoo of a sprig of blueberries on either of my thighs. Also, I feel more... alive than I ever have. Like... a weight's been lifted from my shoulders. I feel strong. Capable. Powerful.”

I flexed in different ways, finding that I had some pretty good muscle definition and was quite flexible. “Not as flexible as Blossomforth, but.... wait, who's Blossomforth?” I halted my train of thought, noting that something didn't add up. I felt a headache coming on and a memory that I shouldn't have had entered my mind

I was in an exercise studio, about to get down with today's aerobics class. Our instructor, Sapphire Shores said, “Okay, fillies, let's do this!”
We started to warm up, doing some jogging on the spot, as was typical. Then moved into easy maneuvers at first, then more complicated ones. As we exercised I noticed Blossomforth next to me. She was able to stretch her body to its limits, far beyond what most of us could do. She was also quite agile. During the freestyle point of the session she did a cartwheel, a cartwheel wth one hoof, a cartwheel with no hooves...
Before I knew it, we were about done....
“Five, six, seven, eight, Ba-BAM!”

I awoke from the memory, panting and clutching my head, still trying to shake off the last bits of the migraine.

“What the hay was that?!” I wondered aloud.

One more thing came to mind: Winter Fields. A name. Mine, perhaps?

I paused, confused, but after a time I figured that there was no point in dwelling on that for too long, so I decided to get dressed. I put on my smallest shirt and pants, grabbing my belt to make... SEVERAL holes in it.

Naturally, when I put my pants on I didn't take into account the tail that I had, so I had to cut a slot in them.

“This is going to take some getting used to.” I mused aloud.

Seven extra belt-holes later, I was more or less ready to face the day. And possibly my parents.

“Well, here goes something. The man I was is no more. World, say hello to.... Winter Fields.

I had the impression that that was right and wrong at the same time. It sounded like it would be my name, but something seemed off abut it.

“There's no point in dwelling on this!” I said to myself, shaking my head to clear it of these musings.

I walked up the stairs to the main floor of our house. As usual, my parents were making breakfast for the guests that we had.

I went into the kitchen to see none other than... Mr. and Ms. Cake?! What?! How did I even know those names?
I fought off another wave of nausea as my memories filled in the blanks. Now I knew who they were, along with other names, other faces! Well, that was convenient.

“Mom? Dad?” I queried.

Not even turning around but continuing with her work, "Cup Cake" said. “Oh! good morning, son-of-mine! This isn't really the time, you know.”

“Actually, I think this is the perfect time.” I said, causing her to turn around.

“Oh. It happened to you too, I guess? But with some... enhancements, eh?”

This was definitely my mother, but looked like Cup Cake. She had the blue coat and trademark two-tone mane, the mark, but she was different, too. She was thinner, yet, might I say, more voluptuous. Her mane was instead in a loose ponytail. The combination of the voices of two disparate characters seemed to merge into one that sounded... well....
Imagine a younger version of Cup Cake having the voice of Jessica Rabbit. There you go. That's essentially who I was looking at.

Nearby was my “father”, as Carrot Cake. He had the yellow coat and orange hair, the tattoo on his legs, which actually showed through his clothing, for some reason. But he looked stronger, more confident. A little more heavyset.

“You guys... don't seem at all fazed by this.”

Cup Cake scoffed at that. “Pfft! Who do you think you're talking to? I can't dwell on weird horseapples like this. I have stuff to do!”

Definitely my mother. Doesn't let ANYTHING keep her down for long.

And sitting at the table was.... PINKIE PIE?!

She noticed me looking at her and said, grinning, “Who were you expecting? Somepony else?”

“Kind of?” I replied.

“On the bright side,” My mother spoke again, “This does present a unique opportunity for when I go into town later. By that I mean that you get to come.”

“And why is that?” I asked.

“Are you kidding? This is the perfect opportunity to take my “daughter”” she emphasized that last word, “shoppin'.” she finished with a grin.

“Oh.”