You Can’t Judge a Pony by their Cover

You Can’t Judge a Pony by their Cover

By: Gork105

Prologue

Some say people never change; I would have to strongly disagree but not because of how people act or behave because some people will act the way they damn well please in spite of others. For those who do want to change, some wish to become friendlier, maybe more honest, thrifty or even stop a drug addiction. But I—I wanted to become something more.

Before I... “changed” I was a pretty average eighteen year old guy. A little overweight, not much though. I loved to wear camo. Urban camo cargo pants and a black t-shirt is what you would find me in most days. It’s kinda funny, my mom hated it. In the past she had joked “I swear, If you buy another black t-shirt, I’ll put bleach in your laundry.” I did my best to keep my dirty blond hair short. I tried to bleach my hair blond once for the fun of it but ended up taking all of the color of my hair. The awesome part about it was when I went to prom the next week, the whole dance floor was clocked with black lights so my hair glowed fluorescent blue; that got a few laughs. My skin was fair probably from how much time I spent on the computer. I preferred to spend my time using Photoshop and playing video games rather than walking or riding my bike.

For most of my life I had only one friend: my cousin. His name’s Frost, he’s a pretty chill guy. He’s a meter reader and in the winter, when it's below freezing he works in jeans, a t-shirt and a hoody. Around the time I “changed,” I found two other friends one goes by Rex, and we call him PeaceMaker. He wants to join the Army and become a sniper. My other friend, Kyle, he’s a huge internet troll. His pastimes include calligraphy, trolling people, and video games.

I suffer from clinical depression and anxiety. It’s not too terrible, but it’s enough to need medication. People don’t see it when they're around me because I do my best to conceal it. I hate to say it, but the meds do help. My low self esteem only adds to the crap I deal with. Most people see me as an energetic and happy person. That’s because they're not always there to see my depressed side. Deep down I wanted to be something more than just an average person you see walking down the street. I used to see myself as a person with nothing to offer the world, nothing special, no special talents, nothing. My friends and family would whole heartedly disagree with how I saw myself, but no matter how hard I tried to change, I still had hostility towards myself.

But I’m sure you're probably not interested in who I once was. Who I was is no longer. To only myself and my closest friends do I remain who I was. There are many questions that now swarm my head. Do I carry on as myself in the shell of another? How did something like this happen? Is this a blessing or a curse? Will I suffer at the hands of others or will I be uplifted by those around me?

I've been an avid Whovian and a Brony for some time now. If you know anything about Doctor Who, you'd know The Doctor can change his face by regenerating. well, I suppose you could count me lucky, not many get to do as The Doctor has done. My face has changed like The Doctor but unlike The Doctor where he is almost entirely replaced, deep down I’m still me, thank God. It’s more like a touch of alicorn magic or who the hell knows maybe I’m a frickin Timelord. At this point in time, I have no clue why I'm trapped in this shell.

For the time being, I’m like this, doomed or blessed (I can’t decide) to run on four instead of two. This reminds me of a quote by Paulo Coelho — “When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not yet ready. The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back.” So maybe I should buck up and take my problems head on. I was never good with change, even being eighteen I, like most, struggle with change. I hated losing The Tenth Doctor. Like many others Twilight being an alicorn will take some getting used to. If a science fiction character and a cartoon pony rustled my jimmies that much, then how the hell am I going to handle being what I have become.

Maybe my life has changed for some special reason like “I’m destined for great things” or some other crap like that. Hey, you never know what life throws at you like one day you might turn into something impossible. I can’t say it was all of a sudden because for a long time I didn't want to be just another human. Well I got my wish. I guess you could say be careful what you wish for, but that’s a little cliché. I also said I’m not sure if this is a blessing or a curse because my path has had many up and downs since I changed.

You kinda know a little about me so I think it’s almost time to tell you my story. I guess you could say that people change and I would agree, although maybe not in the way you would expect. I've changed in more ways than just my form. My friends had to undergo these changes with me. They've been by my side through thick and thin. I’ll never forget when we woke up and became something extraordinary, when we became ponies.