Convention Conversion (TG clop)

As I rushed out of the toilet block my mind was focused on just one thing. Escape as fast as possible. As soon as I was out the door I ruhed out of the toilet block and towards the entrance. However, at the entrance to the toilet block a Steward with a sash came over, blocking my way. I thought for a moment about darting around him, but at that moment the rest of my body felt numb and my new flanks burned with indignation at the idea of ignoring him.

"Hey there! Awesome costume." he said. "You're just in time for the cosplay competition." I gritted my teeth in frustration but somehow couldn't summon up the will to interrupt him, even though I could sense my assailants behind me.

Finally he stopped talking - "Help me!" I pleaded, but my voice sounded off, less pleading, more... cute. My tail flared as my body tilted forward, my arms and numb 'hands' clopping against the hard convention floor.

He looked confused, as if I was speaking a different language. To my horror his expression turned to exaltation, "Oh my! Is that Equestrian... that's awesome!" and he patted my head, which only came up to his waist...

"Oh Strawberry's with us." I head the ring-leader from the toilets say from behind me.