He lowered the hat to the ground carefully. "One second..." There was still the, small, chance he was being jerked around, but those odds were decreasing rapidly. He pulled up his chat program but didn't click on his chatty friend, no need to talk to him.

He ran down the rest, creating a group chat to everyone else he remotely cared about. As it turned, a hand made partway into a hoof was bad at typing, but he still had one good one. It wasn't as if he'd never typed with one hand before. He quickly penned his farewell, though he did not specify he was going to Equestria, since who would believe that anyway? He was safe, he was fine. He was also leaving, and that's what people needed to know.

Bing!

Are you ready?

He was, he was reasonably sure. "Do I need to get naked for this?

You can if you want. Less things to get caught on you while this happens.

He could take off his shirt at least, he decided. He wasn't sure he wanted to go completely naked for however his friend was spying on him. They weren't that close. He pulled it free over his head in one smooth pull, knocking free the cap he was wearing in the same motion.

It was an old cap he had received a few summers previous at some little carnival. It had a big corn stalk on it and most of his friends thought it was quite silly as hats went, but it made people ask about it. What did the corn mean? He liked wearing it just for that.

He would be wearing a new hat. He picked up Trixie's conical covering and hovered it over his head, hesitating in that last moment.

With a slow exhale, he pulled it down into position, its band holding firmly, squeezing his head just slightly as it slid into position under his guidance.

With a sudden surge of pulling, he could feel his ears crawl along his suddenly sensitive flesh. They raised in a tingling wave that echoed throughout his entire body. Unlike when he had put his arm in, there were no needles, no sharp ones. It felt... good, on some level he couldn't really explain very well. It was like getting a really good massage where it was needed.

He could feel pain, but it was a pain of release, a needed pain, a good one. The sensation focused in his ears and he scrambled to his feet, sending his chair toppling backwards in the motion. He had to see what was happening!

Rushing into the bathroom and flicking on the light, he could see his ears were already... gone? He could feel them, but they weren't at the sides of his head, not anymore. He could feel them much higher up. Suddenly they came into view, peeking out through the hat itself that had grown two holes to accommodate those furry extensions. Fuzzy, long, and open towards the mirror, he gaped at the blue horse ears that were very clearly his.

You couldn't see Trixie's ears normally, he thought, but then... you normally weren't Trixie, so...

His left hand clenched and he looked to it as the thick nails began to clump together, forcing his fingers together as they became fewer, larger, bones instead of so many delicate ones. He brought over his remaining hand to feel the hoof form, flesh flowing beneath his remaining fingers. Like ants crawling beneath his skin, it wriggled and writhed, lost beneath the forming shell of the new hoof.

The hoof was more intricate than the simple stump he'd seen in the show. That was a horse's hoof, his hoof. Unlike a horse, he could feel as he ran his fingers along it. There seemed to be no numbness as one imagined a horse would have there, even in the wall of his hoof, he could feel.

He laughed, how could he not? He had a hoof! A hoof that was starting to grow fur just above the heavy foot of it, blue, swiftly thick as it threatened to overtake his arm. It was working, he was becoming Trixie.

He would be able to cast spells and do impossible things! Once he had a horn? Did he have a horn? He hadn't felt anything up there, but he did feel something down below. His retractable horn was perking up, perhaps with his excitement. As blood rushed between his legs, he realized the basic truth of the matter. Trixie did not have a penis, least of all a human one. He would have to say goodbye to his precious friend.

He undid the buckle at the front of his pants even as strange sensations ran through his body, the ants returning, but farther spread out. He wasn't sure what was changing, but he knew he only had so long. He pulled down the zipper and kicked away his pants from his increasingly hairy legs. Those hairs were turning blue quickly, making it clear what color would soon cover him.

Sprouting from his boxers, his shaft pulsed with his excitement. With every beat of his excited heart, it changed in shape slowly but surely. Despite his assured mareness incoming, it took on the shape of a horse's tool, flat at the end with a ring of sensitive flesh towards the center. He was becoming a horse first, becoming female came later?

He didn't argue the fact. It was a chance few men received, and he didn't want to throw it away. He grabbed for it, curious and fiercely turned on at once. As if in cruel jest, it began to dwindle almost immediately as he did, giving him precious little time to examine the alien contours of his altered tool and feel what it was like to have them.

His fingers on the tool, he could feel that it wasn't shrinking, per se, but literally pulling inwards away from him. When he tried to stop it, it grew painful, as the skin went tight before he gave up on that effort. His dangling jewels ceased their hanging, pulling up tight and pressing up as firmly as the rest. They would become his ovaries, hidden deep within his torso.

It was really happening. He ran his tongue over his lips and realized that felt odd. A glance at the mirror showed patches of hair, no, fur, was spreading over his changing lips. His face was starting to push forward into a snout and his vision was growing distorted with it. His eyes, almost frighteningly, were becoming larger and slightly wider-set.

With a sudden snap, he almost toppled over. One of his legs had given up on humanity and was swiftly reshaping into an equine limb. He let himself fall in a more controlled fashion. "I am a mess," he sullenly noted to himself, with two hooves on opposing limbs, left hand and right foot, still human in the other limbs.

In the mirror he saw something new. As if in opposition to what had happened to his genitals, his chest was changing. His nipples swelled slowly, pushing outwards. It was almost... like getting an erection, or so it felt, right on his chest, twice at once. He leaned backwards, supporting himself on his hand-hoof as he watched the breasts grow, but they weren't happy to remain where they were, slowly descending along his torso.

He felt a constriction in his boxers, not from the front anymore, that was gone. He... wasn't much of a he anymore? No, it was coming from the back. It hit him what it had to be and he squirmed free of the boxers, kicking them awkwardly off his new leg-hoof. In the motion, he could feel his still-forming tail bouncing about.

"Time to do it like a pony," he... she decided, moving to stand on all fours as best she could, but all her limbs were different sized. Even her human and pony ones didn't agree with each other, each limb at a different point of becoming the pony she was to be.

She did an awkward turning in place, looking herself over. Behind her, not where a human would have one, she was growing the thick lips of a mare, in a teardrop shape, waiting for the opportunity to make more ponies. She really was a she... Above that, she could see that even her anus, a part she did not often pay attention to, was changing, becoming more pronounced as her rump altered around it.

With a sudden surge of electricity and a bright flash, she gained a cutie mark. Turning, she could see it was on the other side as well. She was Trixie, with her magical mark that told the world she was a magician of great talent. She giggled at the thought of what magical marvels she would manage. As if encouraged by such thoughts, her forehead began to ache. She could feel it, like a wet slithering. Her horn was coming free of her, though she couldn't see it with the hat obscuring it nicely.

Her stance was becoming slightly better as her other leg rushed to catch up and her back end rested on the tiles on two strong hooves instead of human feet. She raised one, then the other, looking back at her new hooves with an almost child-like wonder. They were hers, really hers!

That twitching tail of lighter blues was also hers. She swished it left and swished it right, captivated by the simple idea of even having a tail at all. It was a nice tail, and it was hers. She felt a pinching sensation and peeked under herself to see her human breasts were dwindling quickly, becoming equine teats that were lost beneath her soft blue fur. They wouldn't be needed unless she decided to be a mother.

A shiver ran along her form as she realized what she had even considered. The very idea that she could consider becoming a mother was a deeply alien one that served to remind her exactly how far she had come in so little time. Not that the Great and Powerful Trixie had time for such things. She laughed at the little internal joke, breaking some of the tension.

The pony in the mirror was almost complete. Her right hand was all that remained, covered in blue fur, but still having a hand, it threw off her balance, but not nearly as much as it should. It seemed her bones were shifting, just not her hand, not yet.

It was just a bit of humanity that resisted her otherwise-pony nature. It was, perhaps, a last chance to turn back? Could she yank the hat free of her pony head and turn back at that late hour? Would she return to being a human male in the morning?

She turned her face slowly, examining its contours and batting her extended lashes at her new self. "I could go back... Or..." She reached up and took the hat off, but she didn't throw it down. Instead she set it carefully. "I can proceed. The show must go on and all that." She shoved her human hand into the hat much as she had the left one.

She was falling. Somehow, she had fallen into the hat. She could feel her right hand becoming her right hoof so very quickly, almost painfully as it wrenched into position and became a matching hoof. She was a pony, entirely a pony. She was also still falling, plummeting through a field of stars and impressions.

She put out her hooves, all four of them, and she suddenly hit the ground. The force of it sent her sprawling in a disheveled heap, her hat fluttering down to land beside her. She was on some kind of strange arcane sigil. The unicorn she had seen before was smiling at her triumphantly.

"Already fully formed, and clothed," Fetlock said mostly to herself. "Does that mean you fully accept your new role?"

She sat up, head wobbling with some dizziness. "I'm here to be Trixie, right?"

"You are Trixie," corrected Fetlock, "And don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You are Great and Powerful, and prefer avoiding saying 'I', since that is a chance to remind people who they're talking to."

"Y-yes, right..." That made sense, that is what Trixie would say, what... she... would... She shook her head violently. She had felt her old human memories fade and grit her teeth. "No!"

"No?" Fetlock looked surprised. "You're already this far, you clearly want it, deeply. What is there to argue?"

"I am still me." She put a hoof at her chest, her footing becoming quite precarious with her still forming balance. "If I forget me, then there is no... purpose. I want to be a Trixie that knows how amazing it is to be Trixie, not just one that's used to it."

"Curious... Don't let your employer hear you rambling about how nice it is to be Trixie." She looked past Trixie to the door. "I'm calling him in, and he'll give you your job. You perform well, and you'll be paid, and eventually you can do whatever you want. What is your name?"

"Trixie Lulamoon," responded Trixie automatically before she blinked. She knew she had a human name, but it refused to surface. She held her memories all the tighter, lest others escape her.

"Nice to meet you, Trixie. Perhaps, someday, I'll get to see you perform." Fetlock turned away and with a glowing horn, she pressed a button. "She's ready."

Author's Note

Welcome to Equestria, ye human fool. Would you accept such an offer from the good Dr. Fetlock? She assures there are no typos in the contract.

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