Welcome to Gender Swapped Equestria

My name is Zander. I am a brony. I take the term not to lightly even though I don't talk about it in front of my friends. I am not to big on spreading it too everyone because of the fear of getting punched or lynched, but that's just me I live a normal life in a town called Hacienda Heights. I didn't expect much of my life to change, but it did drastically. I think it as an okay change not to bad not to good, but again that's just me. Well enough about me lets get into how my life exploded.

It was like every other day on Earth for me, school was no different. I would wait for the week to drag along until it reached the weekend where I could be lazy all I wanted. It seemed like a simple routine. Walk to school, get through the classes of the day, and walk home, but to me it just got duller and duller at least for this certain junior in high school. No matter how dull my week went I would always love saturday mornings because of a certain show called My Little Pony:Friendship is Magic.

I am a fan of the show even though most people think of it as a show portrayed for little girls, it was my favorite animated series by far, but I keep it a under wraps as best as possible. Only my family and friends online that are also bronies are the only people that knows my liking of the show. I never wore any of the MLP shirts I got for my birthday and christmas to school. I didn't want my friends to know because I knew they would not be as accepting of it as my parents were. Even my Dad is as always still shaky on the subject.

One certain weekend though after the new episode had just aired, instead of doing the usual surfing the web for new brony songs or animations. I decided to take a walk around my neighborhood because I thought even though I lived here since I was in really young I haven't seen that much of the neighborhood. Only what I see when I walk to and from school is the only time I got a good look around and get a feel for the place, but it was always the same route so what I have taken in for this neighborhood wasn't that much. So I went to go grab my phone, wallet, and jacket. I called out to my mother as I was about to leave the house. "Going out for a walk mum." I said to my mother.

"Okay be back before lunch." My mother responded.

When I start walking I go in a completely new direction from my route to school and end up walking down what seems like an endless street. I seemed to have been walking into the richer district of the community, because I started seeing huge houses, some were even 3 stories high.Man, these rich people got it made for themselves. My house was nice and all, but compared to the houses I was walking by, it just made my house feel a little small and crappy. These houses were a sight to behold. It was amazing to see all the houses with the gated entrances, and expensive cars like limos, hummers, hummer limos. plus they got pools.My god, they even have pools. Lucky rich people

I was so amazed by the vast wonders of the houses and cars that I accidentally had stepped onto a street without realizing, but coming back into realization just before I was hit by a hummer. The only words I was able muster before being hit was "Oh SHI-." The blunt force trauma made me blackout almost instantly. The last thing I had remembered before blacking out was that I didn't feel a thud and skid across the pavement like I thought I would have. Instead I was met with a sense of weightlessness, then crashing into a wall and hitting the floor with a thud. Man that car hit me pretty damn hard. I had thought to myself before blacking out.

When I was finally trying to wake up from my blackout, almost turned into coma, I tried to open my eyes. All I could do was feel the wooden floor beneath me. Wait a second, wooden floor when did I fall onto any wood. I had thought to myself. I had a hard time with opening my eyes, and when I got a successful try, I was met with blurred vision. my vision was still blacking in and out. I was able to hear muffled voices in the background, but couldn't configure what they were trying to say. I had gathered enough strength to say a few words to the muffled voices around me. I said. "Help me please." I was no match in the fight against my concussion anymore and blacked out once more.