College is hard enough already. Even at the end of my final year the work is hard, the nights are long, and I am tired of noodles.

But things aren't quite the same as they were. Something about this place is changing. I'm remembering things differently. Faces are becoming different than I knew. Maybe it's just my nerves or maybe the room is just getting smaller. Who is this white pony that I keep seeing in my dreams?

Wait am I growing a tail!?

Rated T for Language, Alcohol and Tobacco Use, and Crude Humor. Sex tag for innuendos and jokes.
I do not own anything. My Little Pony and all related characters are trademarks of Hasbro Studios. All names and locations used in the story are fictional and any similarities to person alive or dead/locations are purely coincidental.

(Just a human becomes pony fic that I thought up while sitting down to eat some food one night)