I was one of the ones who got themselves a female mindset. I'm destined to replace "The Queen of Changelings". It all sounds very nice to me, but I find that I hate being a changeling. Not having a true body of my own feels terrible to me, and the others around me can tell how I feel. I have been practicing in private on a body to stay in when I execute my plan to ditch this place. I've had nothing to work with, since I haven't seen a regular pony except for one time when a very young one fell into our cave years ago. I look in the mirror at the wonderful body I have created from scratch. I have a red mane that is quite short and straight, a greyish coat, with ruby-red eyes. I hear a changeling walking into the room and I quickly change back to original changeling form.
"She wishes to see you," the changeling says. I know there's no other "Shes" here, but my mouth talks before my brain can stop it, "Who?" The other changeling just grunts and leaves me in my small room. I can't complain, really. My room is about twenty by twenty feet, counted using my hooves. A bed, a mirror, and a corridor leading to the main room. I walk down my corridor and see her sitting on her throne. "Well hello, I was hoping you could tell me why you have been changing into different forms constantly... More importantly, how are you changing? You have never seen another pony in your life!"
I look her right in the eye and respond, "I saw that young orange colt stumble into here that one day." She doesn't show any of the surprise I expected her to have. She just gestures for me to go back to my room, which only aggravates me even more, but I do as she wants and walk back to my room.
I wait for about five hours until I'm sure the majority of everyone here is asleep. I slowly creep my way down my corridor and notice two changeling guards standing side by side facing away from me at the end of the hall. I quietly get behind them and swiftly ram my hoof into the side of one of their faces and then grab the other by the throat until he stops struggling.
it.
Not a he, an it.
I look over to see the one I hit. I immediately wish I hadn't. The side of it's head is completely caved in on itself from where my hoof hit it. I feel bile rising up in my throat and let it fall all over it's body. I can hear others shouting and rushing down a longer corridor behind her throne. I run away as fast as I can and fly up out of the cave and try to get as far away as I can.
I look around for any towns or cities, and spot one a few miles from Canterlot. I remember all the horrid things she said about Canterlot. All lies. She said it was covered with grime and smog.
I never have been observative in the past, and I hit the side of a cliff and start rolling down a hill into the small town. I quickly change into my pony form and slowly wobble into the town. The pain going throughout my entire body is terrible, and I can hear some voices shouting... something about an injured pony. I realize its me when I look down at one of my legs and see it is backwards and covered in blood.
I feel lightheaded, and awkward and IBbphlh............
I wake up in a hospital groggy, and a numb pain in my leg. I look up to see a strange pink pony smiling at me.
