A Torrential Change

Do you know how it feels to wake up, just to feel not-you, total different? Well, how about I start at the beginning of my new life, or at least at the morning everything I thought was normal changed drastically.

Maybe, before I am going to tell you stories of epic scale, I need to clear up a few things. I was a quite normal 17-year old boy, with the unusual name of Josua, or better Jay, living in a fairly normal German family. Today was a free day for me, also since my family decided to do a little trip. As I wanted to do some recording, I remained at home. Probably this was for the best.

I awoke from sun rays touching me and warming my face. Somehow, though either the bed had grown bigger overnight, or I had shrank. But that, however, was not realized by me at all. With a loud yawn I stretched myself. Huh? Did I catch a cold? That would be absolutely sub-optimal for my attempt to record my song today. I cleared my throat and tried to sing "Come on everypony, smile, smile, smiilee!" My room was filled with a beautiful, but nevertheless slightly scratchy voice. Though that voice was not mine, not even with a cold. No, it was for sure a female voice, albeit not too high pitched. Now that my curiosity was peaked, I shoved away my blanket and took a look at my body. Dark blue fur covered my whole being. A yellow tail with a red rim shaped like a flame adorned my behind. My legs ended in hooves and so did my arms, now forelegs, I guess. "Oh gosh, oh gosh, oh gosh! What the hay happened to me... and how?! Ahgh, this voice... so strange!" I rolled around and felt a foreign limb moving, other than the new tail. Wings, on each side of my shoulder blades. When I blew away a yellow strand of mane with red lining out of my eyes, I realized who I were. Torrent, Torrent Sky, my OC-pony.

Carefully I moved to the edge of the bed and softly planted my hooves on the ground. Damn, this may take time to get used to, not to talk about the now female parts... Quickly I shook my head letting my mane dance on top of my head and on the left side of my neck. Too soon, it was too soon to be thinking about the gender change, other things have a much higher priority. Trying to walk on all fours, hooves nonetheless, for instance.

From the crouching pose I was in at the moment, I pushed myself up spreading my weight, which was a lot less than before, onto the four wobbly legs.

As soon as I got the hang of the balance, I decided to do a cautious step forward. Perfect. And the next one...but which? I got four of them now.

After a good time of thinking about my next movements, I figured to go with the opposite leg afterward. Marvelous. And now the same with the other pair. Awesome. It worked without me having to faceplant. Once I found out how to turn and other motions I pulled the door open with my nose. Of course I was extremely curious how exactly I would look like, so I went straight to the full body mirror in my mother's room.

Dang, was I pretty! Really gotta admit that.

Emerald green eyes stared back at me as if piercing right through my soul.

Since Torrent was very athletic, her muscles were quite visible and really impressive. Still her body was rather curvy and fragile looking, especially for a tomcolt.

Well, now my body, huh? I could have gotten worse, I guess.

I still continued to admire myself wriggling my... flank with Torrent's...my cutie mark, a water drop on fire. Aww, yeah that flank is totally hot... “What in Luna's name did I just think?!” Just that I'd be attractive for every stallion... “What the buck, brain?! By Celestia's name, stop that!”

Split personalities? Check. Other personality being overly bragging, not only about the look? Check. Other personality extremely into attracting stallions? Double check. I facehooved. Calm down, Torrent, calm down. Did I just call myself “Torrent”? Yes, yes I did. Goodness grief, where will this lead to? Don't think about it, Torrent. Go and get yourself some breakfast.

That was, indeed, a neat idea, for my tummy started rumbling quite a bit. I turned away from my reflection and stepped with clacking hooves into the kitchen. Though what should I eat? An apple? No, too stereotypical. So I went with bland oatmeal, that luckily was within my area of reach. I took a hoof-full and stuffed it in my mouth.

Good gracious, this was great! Only a bit dry, though. So I poured it with some milk into a bowl and gulped it down in one go. Now my taste buds had the time to tell me, this combination tasted astonishing.

To round it up, I fetched myself an orange. When I bit into it, the juices spilled into my mouth. Oh Celestia! This was THE most awesome thing I ever ate “I'm ready for whatever life throws at me!”

This turned out to be the worst and the best thing I have ever said.

After one hour of testing, if my former talents still work with this body, mostly failed at everything but music, I thought about learning to fly. But first I have to take a look on the internet. If I should be the only pony in the whole world, imagine how lonely I must be. Very soon, I realized that hooves were not made to use a computer keyboard, not even wings. So I took a pencil to my mouth and typed in. When I found what I've been looking for, I almost squee'd. There were other ponies like me! And their meeting point was in New York... I frowned. How the hay am I supposed to get over there? It would be more than strange to enter an airplane as a pony, a pegasus nonetheless. Pegasus! Now I got it! I'm gonna fly over there, rest on clouds and all the stuff.

But I sure had to train first, so I shut down my computer, not before telling my twitter-followers and my parents not to worry about me, and headed outside.

I figured the field in between the two buildings, the one I lived in and the next one, were perfect for practice. As soon as I could unfurl the wings, I started to stare at them. It couldn't be too hard, could it? How wrong I was, I felt in my head and flank a few minutes later. Hovering wasn't hard, but as soon as it went to actual flying, I terribly lost balance everytime. “Oh, Torrent, help me!” I took off again, but this time suddenly, I felt, like if somepony was correcting my wing angle and pretty much everything else needed for flight. I flew! Out of all the joy I felt, I did a looping and then hovered in midair.

However I couldn't dwell for long in the feelings of flight as a hit against my flank shook me out of thoughts. Slowly I descended down to inspect whatever caused the pain. Meanwhile I started to feel dizzy. I landed and took a look at my flank. What poked out of it was a dart. One of those kinds which are used in tranquilizer guns for animals. “Oh horseapples!” Already beginning to feel lightheaded I turned around to face a man wielding a tranq-gun and smirking evilly. “Pony scum! You'll get what you deser...” The rest I didn't hear anymore, for I was already gone...

The dreamless slumber ended with a start and my senses came back to me one by one. Rubbing my head, the ache in it slowly diminished. Then I took in my surroundings. I lay against a tree stump in a very small grassy field. Around this field, there was some kind of river, that completely sealed me off of what was behind it. And when I noticed what was behind it, I nearly screamed. It was an animal compound. “What the buck!?” , would I have said, nut my mouth wouldn't open. I looked at my muzzle cross-eyed, what I saw there shocked me to the maximum. My muzzle was tied and so were my wings. An evil maniacal laughter  resounded from behind that railing. A man in his mid-fourties stood there and smiled upon me. Not a happy smile, nor a “I'm so sorry” smile. It was a real devilish smile.

“I was bothered by the fact, that a simple animal could talk. Also we didn't have any of your kind here yet, so I decided to get one.” He spoke with a voice that could freeze the eternal magma ponds of hell itself. He spit to the ground. “Welcome to the Columbus Zoo, pony!”