Alien amongst Men

---- Day 1 ----

The date is May 27th 2017. The time is 10:12 AM. Time of incident was sometime between 11:17 PM on May 26th 2017 and 10:00 AM on May 27th 2017. This journal belongs to a man named James. The contents of this journal will most likely depict James's day-to-day life.

Slowly but surely my sleep riddled brain brought me into a state of consciousness. As per usual I laid my head back onto my pillow and shut my eyes. I placed my arm over my left eye to block out the diffused light coming from my curtains. As soon as my arm reached my face, I had a feeling that something wasn't right. I raised my arm and opened my eyes to inspect what seemed to be the problem.

Naturally, my sleep riddled brain always has my back and instantly interpreted what was going on. "Oh, that's new." I said before rolling over and trying to go asleep again. It took my brain about five seconds to figure out what was wrong.

My eyes shot open and examined the problem. My arms were covered in a dark gray fur, and I was significantly lacking in the hands department. I threw off the sheets to examine other parts of my body.

Everything on my body was covered in a dark gray fur, and my brain had now concluded that I have hooves instead of my usual hands and feet. After dealing with the hooves situation, my brain then frantically tried to make sense of the situation it found itself in. There are some things you just can't explain with logic, and turning into a horse overnight is one of those things.

At this point, I was overstimulated by the current situation, and looking at limbs that obviously weren't my own wasn't helping. I desperately needed something, anything, to distract my mind from thinking about the situation any further.

Usually, I'll spend my time flipping through social media to keep my brain occupied while I wake up. So naturally, my arm goes for the phone, but I instantly run into a problem. The first problem is that I don't have opposable thumbs or fingers. Also hooves are far less electrically conductive when compared to fingers. This unfortunate fact causes hooves to be terribly ineffective when using touch screens. I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Okay, I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure I'm a small horse." I paused for a moment before laughing. "I never thought I'd ever say that in my entire life."
I paused. "Actually, aren't small horses called ponies? The world may never know."

I slowly and carefully lifted myself onto all fours and tried very hard to keep my balance. It was incredibly awkward, difficult, and stiff. I tried my best to keep all four hooves planted, but even the slightest movement caused my center of mass to shift, and me to fall onto the bed again. I became very happy with my decision to use the bed as the standing training area.

Here's the fascinating part about the brain that I think about a lot. It can learn and find ways of doing things so you don't have to consciously think about placing one foot in front of the other. It took me several hours to figure out how to stand, and it took me several more to learn how to walk.

I'll spare you the details of my numerous attempts to stand. I lost count at a certain point during the training exercises, but I feel like I've fallen over a dozen times. At some point during the training, I was hearing an all too familiar sound that reminded me of exactly what time it was. It made sense really, I had been trying to walk for several hours now, and I hadn't once stopped to grab something to eat.

After hopping down from my bed I stumbled a bit, and I struck a shelf that was placed against one of the walls, causing an item or two to shift slightly. I quickly looked over my knickknacks to make sure none of them were smashed. After confirming that none of my knickknacks were damaged, I proceeded to make my way to the door.

I reached up towards the door knob and froze. I had a sudden realization that maneuvering around inside of my home was going to be an uphill battle. All of the doors in my house had a circular knob with almost no way to rotate them with hooves. I pondered my options for a little bit before I eventually reached a solution that would allow me to open the door.

On special occasions I would wear a nice belt. However, I had forgotten which drawer I kept my belts in because I very rarely go to social gatherings. I figured the first place I should look was the bottom drawer of my dresser. I went with the bottom drawer because it was the easiest to open and look through. After a couple of minutes, I found the belts tucked underneath some pants in the bottom drawer.

The plan to open the door worked in my head, but we'll just have to see if it works in practice. I put one end of the belt into a loop and fastened it to my right foreleg. I draped the belt over the handle in a U shape. I grabbed the free end of the belt in my teeth and pulled downwards. I heard a very slight click sound and I pushed the door open.

At this point, I had spent a whole lot of time cooped up in my room trying to get comfortable with my new body. That's a feat easier said than done, by the way. I had gotten very hungry at this point, but I figured it was best to solve the door problem before anything else. It took about ten minutes to open all of the doors in the house. There aren't that many doors in the house, it's just really difficult to open doors with nothing but a belt, my hooves, and my mouth.

While I was walking towards the kitchen I was thinking about what I would like to eat. When I was human and I had a significant lack of hooves, I was pretty good at making a bird's nest. As much as I'd love to have a bird's nest, I figured it wouldn't be such a good idea, and I wasn't really looking forward to the clean up.

I eventually settled on cereal because it was easy to prepare. I hopped up onto the counter and I managed to bring the cereal box down without dropping it once. I dropped it twice. I grabbed a bowl in my teeth and used the bowl like a large spoon to collect the cereal in the bowl with minimum mess. Out of habit, I grabbed a spoon and placed it next to the bowl. At first, I was using the spoon, but I eventually found out eating straight out of the bowl is incredibly efficient.

Not much happened for the next hour or so until I found something that shocked me. Okay, I know I should've noticed this several hours ago, but I guess looking at my back never really seemed like a priority at the time. I have wings. So that statement I made before about being a small horse that can talk isn't really accurate anymore. Tomorrow, I'll try and figure out if I can use them. I've already taken some sleeping pills because I don't think I'd be able to sleep after something like this.

---- Day 2 ----

I don't think I've slept like that since I was a kid. I can't tell if that's the sleeping pills or the fact that I'm in a new body. I'd probably be able to figure out what was responsible for the good night sleep by not taking the sleeping pill the next time I go to bed and see how that goes.

In case you're wondering, I didn't take the sleeping pills because of the stress or anxiety of having my body changed. I took the sleeping pills because I was too excited to start flying. It reminded me of when I was a kid and we were going to a water park the next day. I think I got about four hours of sleep that night.

Alright, let's start making progress with flying. Now, I know this isn't going to be easy because moving muscles that you've never had before isn't exactly the easiest task in the world. The first idea I had to move my wings was to sit in a comfortable position and focus my attention to my back. I didn't really look at the clock to figure out the exact time I started, but it felt like hours. I'll probably do this technique once or twice a day.

The second idea was made while I was doing option one. There's a lot of things our bodies do that are involuntary, and one example of that is breathing. I eventually reached the idea that if there was a way to trigger the wings I could figure out how to use them from that. The one way I thought of triggering the wings isn't really that pleasant. I'll be jumping from a height.

I'll probably use option two at night to avoid being seen. I don't really have an abundance of places to jump from for that matter.

In case you're confused on why I'm hiding from the world, it's because I want to surprise people. If you think messing with people is a bad idea, you can go fuck yourself. I might just be the only pegasus on this entire planet. I think I can allow myself a little bit of fun.

---- Day 3 ----

Alright, so I somehow managed to pass out after staring at my wings for a little too long. I must've been tired because I stayed that way for six hours. I guess my brain is still getting used to the whole two extra appendages thing. I can't really blame it. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one to ever have this happen to them.

By the way, if you ever feel like you're in the need to have every bone and muscle in your body hate you, just turn into a pony and pass out on a hard wood floor. If turning into a pony is a little impossible, you could just ask me for some tips on your weird little pain fetish.

---- Day 4 ----

I'm actually writing this during day five because day four didn't offer me enough time to write this all down.

When I woke up, it was raining hard. After eating breakfast I decided to peak through the curtains to my house. The fog was so thick that I could only see about twenty meters and every so often I felt like I saw something lurking within the concealing blanket of fog.

For a moment, I considered the possibility of climbing to the roof and attempting to fly under the cover of fog. My brain immediately replied with a plethora of situations that would inevitably result in my death. The first possibility is if my wings didn't extend, causing me to fall from the roof of the building. The second possibility is if someone managed to see me if I did fly. Another situation is if I flew directly into the ground because I couldn't see twenty meters in front of my face. There's probably some other situations that I'm forgetting.

After pondering the thought of flying for a while, I felt like it'd be a good idea to make something to carry my book so I can continue to write things down. A few ideas flew around my mind like fireworks as I walked towards my office. I call it my office to make it sound cool, but in reality it's just a room with a table that's short enough for me to draw on.

I was in the middle of planning my saddle bag when I heard something I haven't heard in months.

Knock knock knock.

My body froze, but my brain did not. It was frantically asking questions. "Who are they, what are they? What do they want?" My brain slowly reached the conclusion that if I want answers, I'd have to go to the door.

With a sigh, I stood up and slowly crept down the hallway towards the front door. I stopped right before the door came into view. I raised my voice a bit and asked "Who is it?" There was a slight pause before the figure spoke. "Uh, you ordered a large package of Halfpops. I just need you to sign something to confirm the purchase."

I thought for a moment. I was running low on cereal, and most of the other things I had in my kitchen were either difficult to prepare or were made of meat. I let out a deep sigh and said "I'll sign it, but I need you to promise me something." I had positioned myself in such a way that I could see the man's reflection in a bit of glass, but he couldn't see me.

There was yet another pause from the man at the door way before he spoke. "I guess it depends on what you're making me promise you." He said, sounding a bit confused by the conversation at hand.

"I want you to never tell anyone about this encounter after I sign my name." There was a longer pause that seemed to stretch on for a little too long. Finally, he spoke. "Uh, sure. Just make this quick, it's cold out here."

I took a deep breath, walked towards the glass door, and opened it. There was a young man standing there with a look of complete and utter confusion on his face. I looked up at him while he had the clip board in his hand.

"Can I have the clip board please?" I said, which caused the young man to jump. "O-oh. Uhm. Yeah, hang on." he said, fumbling with the clip board before holding it next to my face.

"Where do I sign?" I asked. "Uh, right here." He pointed with a shaky finger, obviously still at a loss for words. I grabbed the pen that was hanging on a thread and just wrote out my name. When he was walking back to his delivery van, I'd see him look back every few seconds. Man, the look on his face was priceless.

I grabbed my box of halfpops and made my way inside. I didn't bother putting the box away. I wanted it to be as easy as possible. Once my heart settled down and I was capable of basic cognitive ability, I made my way back to my office and began designing the saddle bag again.

The design for the saddle bag was meant to be simple, sleek, secure, easy to slip on, and comfortable. My first design matched all of the requirements, but I had forgotten about the wings. I moved a couple of pieces around and managed to get a design I was happy with.

The entire saddle bag was meant to be black so it would blend in well with my coat. The bags on the sides were slim and aerodynamic. The part of the bag that rested on my back would have a durable water proof bag so if I were ever thirsty, I could drink from the bag using the retractable rubber hose. There were wide straps that would press themselves against my chest to keep the entire thing from coming loose, and there were some other straps in place to keep the entire vest from rotating.

Remember when I said that I'm writing day four on day five? I wasn't kidding. Shortly after finalizing the design, I fell asleep in my office so I had to write it today. I'll start work on that vest tomorrow, which will be day six. Tonight, I'll be trying to get these wings to actually move.

---- Day 5 ----

My whole schedule is messed up right now. I finished writing day four a couple hours ago and I ended up doing some chores around the house while I waited for night fall. At this point, I had already turned off all the lights in my house to not draw attention to it. I start walking towards the back door to my house and open the door.

I walked out onto the porch and looked up towards the roof. Without thinking, I just jumped on to the roof. Keep in mind this jump was about two meters, so it couldn't have just been a simple jump. I ran through all the possibilities in my head on how I could get up on top of the roof. One of them was just magic and the other one was that I managed to use my wings to get onto the roof. I did a dumb little victory dance before suddenly losing my balance and falling.

My eyes slam shut as I braced for impact. Seconds became hours, and hours became years. I waited for the impact, but it didn't come.

Slowly, I open one eye. My entire field of vision was filled with the blur of grass. I turn my head to the horizon and then towards my back. I needed to remind myself to keep my attention away from my wings and on my surroundings so I didn't crash.

I was losing some altitude, so I thought it would be a good idea to learn how to flap my wings. I started trying to flap them. On the third attempt, they moved. I gained as much altitude as possible so I have more room for error.

After learning how to move my wings, I thought it'd be a good idea to learn how to turn. I adjusted my roll and started adjusting my pitch. I began flying in a wide arc and I ended up just taking in the scenery. So far, I have learned out to take off, glide, turn, and flap my wings. There was one more thing I had to learn how to do though. I needed to learn how to land.

I scanned the area to find a suitable landing platform. I spotted a large warehouse to my right and started traveling towards it while decreasing my speed. Everything was going exactly as I hoped it would. I was approaching the roof at a generous pace and I flapped my wings to decrease my speed. With the grace and subtlety of an earth quake, I slammed into the roof of the warehouse and slid a few meters before coming to a stop next to an air conditioning unit.

My head heart a lot and I had ringing in my ears. I looked around and saw there was a me-sized dent in the metal for the roof. I looked at my body and noticed several cuts and the occasional gash across my flank. I was more than happy to just rest there, but distant shouting from down below and the sound of rushed footsteps made me choose otherwise.

I shifted my weight to stand up again, but I suddenly felt an immense amount of pain shoot through my left wing. I wince at the pain as I turn my head around to look at what was wrong.

My attention was brought away from the pain and brought to the three men in uniform as they threw the door open. Their attention was first drawn to the large dent in front of them, then to the blood trail, and then to me.

"Surprise!" I said weakly.