I was working. Each pony had a need. I took packages from some. I gave packages to others. Most were happy to deal with me, getting their mail needs met. "Have a nice day," I called cheerfully, waving as the last customer of the day left.

I woke up, going to roll up to my feet, instead flopping to my belly with a squeak. "Not a good start," I chastised myself. My voice... gone. It was a soft female voice. I had Derpy's gentle tones, adorable, and not supposed to mine. My psychosis had not faded... "I am a human," I said with Derpy's voice, which was an odd thing to hear Derpy say. "I own a sweet car."

I smiled a little. In the dark, I imagined Derpy saying these things that made no sense for her. "Oh no, it's time to do taxes and maybe eat something high in fiber." Okay, that was a bit silly, but it had made me smile. I stood up and grabbed for the light, only to hit the side of the lamp instead of the switch. I had to run my fingers up a bit until I found it. "There you are." With a nice click, light flooded the room.

The larger room? I was imagining things. I dusted off my front, noting that, yep, I had breasts. A perfectly normal thing for a guy to have, who wasn't sporting a big swishy tail as he...

Ugh...

Look... This is getting really hard, alright? I know I was born a guy, but I had lady parts, all of them... I clip-clopped into the bathroom, my gait feeling even funnier than the day before. I was... a lady... horse. A mare, that's the word. I flicked on the light in the bathroom and gasped loudly.

Gazing back at me in the mirror was me, surprised, snouted. That wasn't the odd part. Alright, that was pretty odd, but it wasn't the part that made me gasp. I was looking at me from far lower in the mirror. I had shrunk, a lot! "I..." I reached up for the mirror, running my fingers along the faux-wood as they trembled. Everything was bigger, because I was smaller. By the way, my breasts had fallen further. They basically looked like udders, horse udders. Small, compact, out of the way...

They still felt strange, which, well, they should! They weren't mine... They were... I let out a slow sigh, clip-clopping towards the toilet and having a seat to start the day. I could feel things moving in alien ways as I did my business as a female, not a male. I cleaned up and hopped down, the water flushing loudly behind me. "There has to be something I can do about this..."

For one, not a single pair of pants I had would fit me, but nobody seemed to care? I grabbed a white shirt, fearing it'd fit more like a tent, and it did just that. On top of that, something kept brushing uncomfortably. I reached back to adjust things, just for new limbs to spread, catching on the shirt. I had little baby wings, still growing, mostly featherless, but working on it. "Crap..." Derpy should never say that word.

I pulled the shirt back up and threw it aside angrily, which is when I noticed something else. My arms weren't right. They kept wanting to be more forward, and my balance was getting worse. I threw myself forward and in a spin, flopping to the ground gracelessly. On the positive, I didn't hit face first and mostly just kinda bounced off my shoulder. It was pretty harmless, and probably looked stupid as hell, and that was me. Yay me...

I was a mare. What little remained of guyness could, at this point, be mistaken for unusually large female bits. I was a naked mare that kicked along the floor as if that'd somehow help. It didn't. "This isn't fair!" I wailed with her voice, my voice. I pushed down against the floor and got back up to my hooves. My legs were shorter, I think? I...

I could have dropped to all fours and all four limbs would be even. I could... walk like a pony. I turned my hands towards myself, wriggling the fingers. They felt stiff, but they were still fingers, dang it. I would not walk on my hands... This wasn't me. I was... was...

"Muffins," whispered that female voice that had been haunting me.

"That is not my name!" I shouted, storming back into the bathroom and grabbing my toothbrush. "It's... Ditzy."

"Ditzy?"

"Ditzy Doo." I squeezed too much paste out and got to working on my teeth. Idle note, brushing with a snout is different than a normal human face. I mean, same basic motions, but the cadence was off as I worked all the way from the back towards the front. Even if I messed everything else up, I would brush my teeth, dang it. I would be so pearly white! As if that could somehow reclaim my control of my life.

"If you prefer that name," agreed the voice. "You are a lovely mare. Some stallions like the cross-eyed look. You pull it off."

Cross-eyed? I looked into the mirror to see that, yeah, my eyes were busy looking in not exactly the same direction. The doubling was there. I spat out the water and suds and rinsed myself out. "If you're still there, tell me how she lives with this headache." I could feel it growing, and didn't really want to spend the whole day with it.

"Like most ponies with her condition, she learned to favor an eye," advised the voice. "You start ignoring the other, and the headache goes away."

I closed my left eye and, like magic, the headache stopped increasing, then gently began to ebb away. "Huh..." The voice said something useful! Hirrah! "Now change me back."

"I can't do that," apologized Fetlock, though she didn't sound sorry about it. "You agreed to come, you are coming. It's just a matter of you finishing the trip. So sit back, relax, and let the pony in. The more you let go, the faster it'll happen and you can get on with a new life. Doesn't that sound exciting?"

"I did not," I hissed out, storming out into the living room. "None of this fits!" I gestured helplessly at my clothes, all of them... "Whatever... If I'm still delusional, either this doesn't matter, or I'll be taken somewhere and maybe treated? Shit, hell... damn it." He began to clop in place, teeth clenched. "Calm down..."

I pushed out of my house, naked as the day I was born, and went for my bike. Nobody freaked out. Nobody called the cops. People nodded as they passed by. I was just a normal human guy, having a normal human day. I was soon at work, locking up and hopping free of the bike that was just a bit large for me with my lost foot of height.

"Slow and steady. Slow and... steady." My mantra. I could do it! I could make it, nice and slow. Nobody had to know I was imagining myself as a mare in front of them, my tail swaying to and fro as I took their order.

I had to get dressed. Thankfully, the apron could fit, even if it was large on my front. The tie in the back actually fit my wings better, which seemed larger, and feathery...er. I was growing pegasus wings. One day, maybe they'd work? Christ! Humans did not fly. Trying to fly sounded like a good way to end up in the news. Some random loon jumped off the roof of a building today. Next, in the weather...

I got through the morning rush, thank all the various gods. I put coffee in waiting hands and they even liked me. They liked my smile which wasn't my own. They didn't notice it... I think... but I swear they tipped more when my tail was doing a happy little dance. They couldn't see it, but they were reacting to it. The more my body emoted joy, the happier the customers were.

Slow and... I turned too quickly, crashing into a coworker and just... bouncing off of her. I squeaked, thrown to the side like I weighed half as much as I used to, which the lost foot of height coulda done? Either way, I thumped against the coffee maker, arms flailing. My hand connected with a carafe and hot coffee flew in an arc, our faces becoming masks of abject horror.

I was soon seated in my boss' office. My ears were pinned flat against my head, tears were stinging wildly as I sniffled dejectedly. I wasn't thinking right at that moment, but my ears had, at some point, become long and fuzzy. They could also swivel about on top of my head, which let them be folded back in a display of distress as they were.

"They are being rushed to the hospital," started the boss. "But that isn't the strangest part of this morning." She brought her fingers together as she was fond of doing. "Do you know what that is?"

I rubbed my thighs together, fingers worrying together. "Um... no?"

"She took my arm, on the gurney. I was busy trying to calm her, to make her not sue us into oblivion." My boss sighed gently. "She took my arm, and she looked into my eyes. 'Don't blame her, alright? She was trying her best.' That's what she told me as they wheeled her off."

Wait... There were multiple things wrong with that statement...

"I don't know what you've done, but the customers are in love with you. Look... just take a week, gather yourself. You're obviously overworked. You have a second job, don't you? That can be stressful to anyone... Just... take a break, get your balance back."

I couldn't afford that! I could... not...

She must have noticed my expression, or maybe the way my ears drooped miserably? "I'll put you at half pay. It's a vacation. Go, get your head back on."

That wasn't the only thing! "I'm a guy," I said in that soft female voice I'd been given.

She looked confused a moment. "Hm? Oh, of course. Pardon." As if she had just not noticed the color of the shirt I was wearing, not that I was wearing any shirt... She held out a hand. "I'll take the apron. Go home, come back in a week."

"Y-yes, ma'am." So I stripped entirely bare in front of her, not that she seemed capable of seeing me as unusual. I handed her the apron, my ears lifting a little, tail giving just a little sway. I wasn't being fired. That was good... right?

She smiled, picking up on the unseen cues. "This is just what you need. Relax. I'm sorry if I pressed you too hard. Let's just put this behind us and never do it again, hmm?"

And I left the office, returned to being naked. God that was so strange, wandering around just... naked... It was also a little chilly, wandering the street like that, but nobody cared. Not a single soul took notice. Was I really dressed and imagining the whole thing? Ugh... Even if they did throw me away, maybe it was time I stopped swimming in Da Nile and saw a doctor. Tomorrow... I had a shift, then I had free time, glorious free time... Maybe they could fix whatever was wrong with me.

Speaking of that, I really should have been way more cold. I patted over myself to discover I had fur, more fur. It was dotted all over my form in uneven patches, turning aside the worst of the wind and chill. One day, I'd be all furry, if things kept up. Ponies didn't even need clothes, outside of like the arctic...

"Ditzy!" A woman was approaching, the lady I had met the day before. "Hey there. You going for lunch again?"

Actually... "That isn't a bad idea." But there was something I... had to test. I reached for her hand and she didn't stop me from holding it, even if she looked a bit quizzical. "What do you see?"

"I see cars going by?" she answered and asked at the same time. "Can you be more specific?"

"What am I wearing?" I asked with a hopeful smile. This would prove it. This would prove everything.

"You're wearing..." She faded off as she spoke. Unseen to me, I had forced her past whatever veil shrouded me. I had pushed her between worlds, and her eyes widened. "What?! I... What...?"

I gestured with my free hand. "What color shirt am I wearing?" I didn't really get what conflict I had sparked in her mind. "What kind of pants do I have on? Shoes, or sneakers?"

She wrenched her hand out of my grasp. "You..." She reached forward for my head, settling fingers on a twitching ear. "How...?" I will admit, having someone gently rubbing your ears? Actually kind of nice. Pony ears liked being pet? Wait...

"You can see that?" It was my turn to shy away. No. No no no no no! No! It wasn't a delusion. It was real. I really was becoming a mare. I really was shrinking. I really was... I... I fell to my knees, they refusing to work in that moment of complete shock. It was better when I thought I was insane. Insanity could be fixed, or ignored...

"Now you've done it," chastised Fetlock, the voice. "Hey, you."

"Me?" The lady looked around wildly.

"Would you like to quit that dead end job of yours? I know a place where people never leer at pretty ladies that way. Where people are treated for their merits, not just their body. Doesn't that sound... nice?"

Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god! I was damning that nice lady to what was happening to me. "Don't listen to her!" I shouted, scrambling up to my hooves. "Just walk away, quickly, and forget you saw anything!"

She grabbed my extended wing, fingers running through the feathers. "What are you? What is that voice? What is going on? Why is she--"

"The deal is signed," sang the voice. "I never had a twofer like that. Thank you, Ditzy."

No! "Please, miss... Jessica. Run."

"You could if you wanted," spoke Fetlock calmly. "You already signed the deal. It doesn't matter. Take a good long look at Ditzy here. You'll come the same way. I have to go and find you a place. Every gap, a pony. Let's see which hole you'll be filling."

The voice faded, leaving the lady looking so confused at me. "What just happened? Seriously, what are you?" She stood up tall, looking me over. "You're... like a cartoon horse person?"

I mean... sorta? I was a strange half-human half-pony. I wasn't cartoonish though. "I'm so sorry... This is my fault." I thought I could prove or disprove my insanity, not drag someone else into it.

"What is your fault? Look, I do have to get back to work..." She let me step back a bit. "Give me your number. I'll call you afterwards. We should... talk."

Somehow, I got the feeling she more wanted to get a better look at me. I mean, if I were still human and I met a little pony... I'd do the same... "Alright." I gave her my number. "If I don't pick up, text." My phone wasn't even on me, somehow that making me feel more naked than actually being naked. "Good luck..."

She waved goodbye and hustled off to her work, not knowing what would eventually come for her. That thing I caused. Dang it....

But, that was it. It was official. I really was, physically, becoming what I saw. What I saw, I was that... My legs were... changing. They were on the way to becoming pony legs. My center of balance kept tilting forward, little by little. It was getting worse as the day went. Was that part of why I had been toppling over? I mean, Derpy was clumsy, but she didn't fall constantly. I was a pony trying to make like a human, and I fell, a lot.

It sorta made sense in a horrible way. I could try asking for help, but then I'd be dooming more people to follow after me. Maybe some of my online friends would have welcomed the opportunity. I had to smirk at that, imagining offering them a golden ticket to something so stupid. I doubted a chat or email thread would be enough, thinking on it. They had to see to believe, to... push aside things like I had with Jessica. They had to be literally next to me.

Side note, there were more ponies. I could make them out more frequently. They trotted to and fro. They chatted. They played and argued and did all sorts of things, though ignoring me, and humanity in general, as they did it, as if they were two entirely different worlds. And there I was, caught in the middle. I mostly couldn't hear the ponies, minus occasional instants. A shout here, an enthusiastic greeting there. Mostly, the ponies were silent, and I could but watch them.

Oh man. Was I going to join them? Would I fade away from the world as quietly as I was fading into theirs? That was creepy as hell to think of. What would happen, to me, and my life? Focus! I determinatedly clip-clopped to the grocery store and prepared for work. I stopped in at the boss' office on the way. "Hey."

"Hey." His eyes glanced to the clock on the wall. "You're not due in yet."

"Soon," I agreed, smiling at him, naked in his office. "I'm sorry to bring this up, really, but could I have... a few days off?"

He frowned at me. "When? You know how to reach the HR site, right?"

Of course I did, but... "I'm talking tomorrow."

"I had a feeling." He drummed one finger down on his desk, watching me. Despite my fallen stature being... unseen? He still met my eyes, down where they had dropped, not seeming to find that odd. I had continued to shrink through the shift, mind you, and I was about ready to flop over forward with how much my shoulders wanted to go forward. "You've been off your game."

That was... understating. I had sent quite the pyramid of boxes tumbling earlier in the shift... I put them back up, I swear! "I'm going to the doctor's tomorrow." No more putting it off. They'd fix me, I hoped... Part of me wanted to ask, to see if he could spot what was wrong with me, but he didn't deserve that... I wouldn't ruin his life. "Please?"

"Look, this isn't the time." He set his hands flat on the desk. "You're sick? Stay home. We don't need more excuses for people to pass things around here." He waved me off, the issue closed. "Call me when you're ready to be re-added to the schedule."

I would not be getting paid time off from him, still... It was time off... "Thank you." I bowed, which is not a normal thing I did, but it felt right, maybe because it meant surrendering a moment to how my body wanted to be. "See you later."

"Feel better."

And so I hurried home. The pedals on the bike were further and further away. I couldn't even sit on the seat, really. I had to adjust it. At least I could stay standing and keep it moving. Soon, I was home. I rushed into my apartment and found my phone sitting there, a few messages waiting for me.

One of them was Jessica.

Jessica here, call or text when you get home please. 🙂

Short and to the point... I hesitated a moment before clicking the call button. She picked up after half a ring. "Ditzy?"

"That's me," I admitted awkwardly. "Um, hi."

"Hello. May I come over?"

Oh, sheesh. We were moving fast. "Um, sure?" I gave my address. "Please don't report me to like bounty hunters." A little sleeping dart in the rump wasn't the goal.

"I won't, promise." She hung up without delay.

I barely had time to get dinner cooking when knocking came from the door. "Come in," I called, silently re-promising myself to get to the hospital.

Jessica hurried inside, closing the door behind herself. "Are you--" She saw me, coming around the corner and moving right into the kitchen to join me. "You're real." She reached without delay, her fingers trailing over my alien form. She brushed where I had no nipples. She pet my ears. She stroked along my snout. She just had to explore every bit of me, which meant I got tail pets, which... was nice.

I was being caressed by a lady I barely knew. Some part of me wanted to object far more strongly. "Look, really, sorry. I didn't mean to get you ponied too."

"Is that what that voice was saying?" She pulled me over to the couch and sank on it, placing me right in her lap. I was small, lap sized, and she seemed happy with that, holding me like a cute little doll. I wasn't a doll, darn it, but it felt nice, being held, being... cared for... "You're scared. Can I help?"

Could she help?! "Actually..." Come to think of it... "I want to go to the hospital tomorrow, to see what they can do... about this." I waved a hand over my little body. "Do you have a car by chance?"

"I do." She petted along my tail in slow pulls. "I'll stay here for now, and take you in the morning. How's that?"

I felt an almost purr escaping me as I wriggled in place. Being her little pony really felt nice. "That sounds... great! Um... maybe they can help you not do this?"

"Maybe." Somehow, I got the feeling she really didn't internalize that. To her, I was the cute alien. She wasn't going to become me. She just wanted me, the cute doll, to hold and stroke and call her own. I was a lot of girls' fantasy, a magic pony that she could hold and love.

She kissed an ear and I squeaked, turning red in my increasingly fuzzy cheeks. "Um?"

"I can stop if you want to," she gently allowed. When I didn't specifically tell her to stop, she went ahead, snuggling aggressively. I mean, let's be real. She was just moving right along to basically making out, minus our lips meeting. Her hands roamed over me, across me, and eventually even inside me, and I, born guy I was, was... kinda turned on by it all.

She was a nice looking lady, and she was busy making my strange body sing with new pleasures. As nice as my lady parts had felt when they triggered off the male parts, they were an entirely different experience with her fingers teasing at me down there, working me up entirely as a woman, er, mare. I complained about dinner, which I could smell was just getting past the point one should have taken them off, but she lifted me right up. "I'll turn that off... and you on."

That was cheesy. Corny, and whatever other word you have for a bad joke, but I didn't resist. That night, I was hers, shown the pleasure that could come when a female allowed another female to approach them like that. "You're... having sex with a pony."

"I've heard of stranger kinks." She gently brushed down my front, stopping to cup one of my udders and tickle in just the right way that had my hooves kicking the air. "You just tell me if I make you uncomfortable."

Author's Note

Not the way I originally had this chapter planned. Welcome, Jessica, though you will have your own journey with Fetlock. Hopefully a good one?

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