Even if a good chunk of you is quite comfortable being a human male, most of you was, literally, a girl horse, a mare? You're one of those, and... it didn't feel completely out of whack. That was, perhaps, the strangest part, that you lifted one leg at a time and they all felt like they belonged to you, and always did.

Like you were a mare that had just dreamed she had been a human and woke up from it, confused about the dream, but definitely a mare. None of that helped you understand why you were a horse with a horn. A magic horn, as you had just proven. You concentrate on a bar of soap on the bathroom sink and wrench it over, twirling it in the air. Grabbing things seemed nice and simple. You could lift, and turn, and move around without any problem. You set the soap back down, with no soap left on your 'hand'.

It wasn't a hand, technically... You glance back at your changed rump, devoid of what you had assumed would be there the day before. You had new bits, and they were yours. Part of you wanted to inspect them a bit more than the glance you had given. You had years to check out the other parts!

But you were in your friend's bathroom! That was hardly the place to... do that... Confused feelings his way or not, one just didn't do that at a friend's bathroom. That was beyond rude, possibly criminal. Would they arrest a magic horse? They might... No real need to test that, since you weren't a huge pervert scumbag, so being strange all over your friend's stuff was thrown right out as an idea.

That left your attention to slide up to that new horn. "Hm..." Your voice kept throwing you off. It was all... Well, it was a lady's voice. "How do you work?" You could grab things and play with them as if you were holding them. Was that it? That was a lot, really. Maybe that was it. You wondered how true that was. You could have stayed a human and kept most of that power, with fingers, lovely fingers.

You brought up your hooves, lacking fingers, and examined their lack of digits. You imagined wriggling those non-fingers and you could waggle your hooves but not much more than that. You touch your face, cupping it between the hooves. You could feel your face pressing against them and feel your hooves against your face. That last part was entirely normal. Something presses against your face, you should feel that. Feeling through the hooves was a little surprising. They were sensitive, like fingers. You could feel each little bit of fur as you brushed forwards and back through the fur of your cheek. "Hm..."

As amusing as all that was, you wanted to know what was going on out there. Nick had asked you stay put, and you would obey that. That didn't mean you had to be silent. You casually opened the door without actually touching it. "Nick? Everything alright out there?" You didn't see a body anymore. Where had he put it? It was, perhaps, better not to ask that sort of thing.

"Is that her?" A female voice, and not yours. "I want to see her." Steps came closer quickly, revealing the lady that had been playing cards with you before. "Look at you!" She was on you, striding across the room and cupping your face much as you had yourself just moments before. "So cute!"

"Um... Hi?" That she found you cute, a positive point. She remained a cute lady. "You do know who I am, right?"

"I know you were were," she corrects. "You're not that anymore, obviously." She strokes over your head, which feels way too good. When she tickles at your ears, you squirm and want to... It's like someone's giving a great massage, without the muscle pain. "So what's your new name?"

New name? "I'm not sure I'm ready for that...You're acting like you know what's going on, so share with me. What am I." You point at your new horn. "And is grabbing things what this is for and why do I have one?!"

"You're a unicorn..." She frowned softly. "I will admit, I'm a little jealous."

Jealous?! "What of?"

She shrugged softly. "I'm related to them. My odds of sprouting a tail were nice and high, but here I am, no tail. You're an outsider, pop, tail of your own." She resumed that distracting petting. "At least I get to do this. Now, we need to know what family you belong to. Your tribe's obvious, unicorn."

"Unicorn." Yep, that matched what you could see. "Family?" She was slinging words you didn't know.

"Ponies come in different flavors." She wags a finger slowly in front of your snout. "Besides the physicals. Consider it like... a purpose. What they're good at, and are called to do. Have you had any new thoughts just... popping up?"

You blush, which was a thing ponies could do, which you did not know before going it. The only new thought that came to mind was, well, two of them... "I'm a lady instead of a guy, to start."

"Besides that." She didn't look impressed. "I mean--"

"--Stop interrogating her." Nick came into the room, slapping the door shut behind himself. "She has to be really confused right now. Sorry, really. This is not how I planned on the evening going at all. You alright?"

The sight of Nick calmed you and excited you at the same time in a mix that was hard to put a finger, er, hoof on. "I'm alright." You felt extra alright with him there. "But what about you? That... That jerk was hurting you!" Mild words, but the strongest that came to mind in that moment. "And where'd he go?"

"Don't worry about that. First thing it's time for you to learn is to put that tail away."

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