Leroy's Story 1

>be me
>I got onto /mlp/ yesterday and found the pony transformation thread
>after reading through all of the posts on it I wanted more
>I turned on Auto
>after about fifteen seconds, someone posted a link to a mediafire file page
>not giving a shit about my potato computer I immediately downloaded the file
>Itb was some BS "turn yourself into pone".exe
>not having anything better to do I spent about half an hour getting my AV to accept it and figuring out how to get it running
>goes back to /mlp/ to find that the post as been removed
>suddenly the program works
>I put my headphones on and sit back
>I try to humor the program and imagine myself as my OC, an orange Pegasus
>the program ends after 30 minutes
>"well that's an hour of my life I will never get back"
>I go to delete program, but I can't find it in my files
>"and now my potato has the blight, great" thankfully I never put my personal info into it
>goes about day normally
>at the end of the day I take a shower
>as I am showering, I notice a spot on my leg that is irritated and itchy
>after getting out I apply rash cream and notice that it an odd bright orange
>meh, if it doesn't go away in a few weeks I'll go to the doctor
>I grab my good laptop that I bought for college, and start to write the second page of the nine page paper that's due tomorrow morning
>I lay down in bed and pull the blanket up, its chilly in my apartment
>as I am writing I notice that the itching sensation has spread across my leg
>I am too busy BSing my paper to look at my legs
>2 A.M and I have BSed the last eight pages of my paper, I immediately save it and fall asleep
>I wake up at about 4, the itching has progressed to burning and I now feel a sharp pain in my knees
>I take the sleeping pills I keep on my bedside table along with a shot of whisky from my flask
>goes back to bead without checking my legs, if it’s still there in the morning I'll go to campus clinic.
>that night I dreamt of being my OC and flying, maybe that program was not BS after all, or maybe it was the pills, ether way cool
>I wake up at 7 A.M whoever invented alarm clocks should be shot
>only half alive on account of the five hours of sleep
>once my brain actives 10% capacity I realize that the rash and joint pain have stopped
>I slowly get out of bed, front hooves first, then with my hind legs resting on the bed I stretch out my back and wings...
>...I realize I have wings...
>...I have hooves...
>...I have a pony snout and orange fur...
>...I HAVE A PANIC ATTACK!
> I land flat on my nice new snoot, and proceed to flail around on the floor
>I knock my bed side table over and spill my whisky
>The massive disgust of wasting good whisky snaps me out of it
>I bring myself up to all fours
>I examine my new body
>"all right anon, you can get through this"
>"you are an orange Pegasus, with a surprisingly shapely rump and..."
> I stick my head down between my forelegs...
>"Good that's still there"
>I look at the clock
>I have class it thirty minutes, and I have never missed a day
>I figure I'll just go to class and see how this all plays out
>I gather my things, finding my wings make a surprisingly good substitute for hands
>after eating a toaster waffle I head off for campus
>I start trotting over to campus, thus far all the new functions of my new body have come to me naturally
>I start thinking, that if I can use my wings as hands I should be able to use them for their primary function
> it's still early and I live in an area mostly populated be college students, so no one else is up yet, but minimizing my exposure to other until I get to campus may be wise and the morning class goers will be getting up soon
>I spread my wings and take off
>I had some difficulty with stability at first but after a few seconds I worked that out
>flying was AMAZING, I have flown a Cessna before but this was something else
>The wind over my coat, the air under my wings, it felt so good.
>I only flew just above the roof tops, not wanting to attract the attention of the military
>I was not even sure something as small as me would register on radar, but I did not want to risk it
>in a disappointingly short amount of time I arrived at the college
>I landed outside the history building and looked up at it
>...I was nervous, sure people had probably seen me on my way here but I would have to interact with them once I went inside
>I could all ready see several people gawking at me both inside the building and around me
>I took a deep breath, and calmly walked inside, hitting the handicap button on my way by
>once I was in most people seemed to actively avoid me, I few just stood and stared, thankfully no one freaked out
>I went over to the free printing station and made a hard copy of my paper for Dr. Redacted
>I headed over to the lecture hall for Dr Redacted's class
>I opened the door
>half the class was semi awake on their desks and did not notice me, the other class just stared
>I walked all the way from the back to the front where my usual seat is, by the time I got there the entire class was fully awake and well aware of my presents
>I sat in awkward silence for a good five minutes be for Dr Redacted walked in
>Dr. Redacted walks down to the front of the room
>He is staring at me, after a second I manage a weak smile
>He stops right next to me and looks at my paper...
>"...Ah Anon, I almost didn't recognize you, I trust you are doing...well... is everything alright?"
>I fumble with my words for a moment "ah, eh um... I', a little horse today."
>Internal face hoof, STUPID/10!
>Dr. Redacted chuckles, "so I've noticed"
>I knew Dr. Redacted was generally accepting, but who acts like turning into a pony is not a big deal?
>"all right class, pass your Cuban Missile crisis papers to the front"
>Dr Redacted proceeds with his lecture on Nixon's Presidency, ending just before Water Gate.
>"all right next Friday we will be discussing Water Gate, Please read the assigned documents be for class."
>every one stands up to leave, Dr Redacted walks up to me before I can get my stuff together
>"I don't know what happened to you last night, but if you would like to talk about it you can come with me to my office"
>I smile, I had taken several classes with Dr Redacted and I have sought his advice before.
>"yes I would like that. can we go now?"
>"of course"
>"a horse is a horse, of course of course"
>I stand and fallow him to his office
>it’s a short walk from the class to his office, nothing happens.
>we get to his office
>"take a seat make yourself comfortable"
>I climb into the chair, immediately I sit like a dog would in it. after doing so I realize that I didn't even think about it.
>I am mildly concerned about what else that program has changed about my mind.
>But that was put from my mind when Dr Redacted began to speak
>"I must say your dedication to this class goes above and beyond what I would expect, most students would probably have stayed at home"
>"yes" I reply "but most students will not become professors"
>Dr Redacted smiles at me, "true, although I doubt most professors would show up either"
>"that's their decision"
>"..." He appraises me for a moment
>"...if you have a question..." I look at him expectantly
>"...Well first if you don't mind I would like to know how this happened to you"
>"well, I found this program on line that said it would turn me into a pony" I left out some of the OTHER things it would do to me
>"for a computer program it seems to have worked remarkably well"
>"yes, yes it has, at least 10000% more effective than what I was expecting."
>"so what are your plans moving forward?"
>"the same as before, get my PhD and become a professor"
>"the first pastel colored horse to get a degree from an accredited university, eh?"
>"yep"
>"good for you, don't let anyone hold you back"
>He looks me over
>"so, you're comfortable with your new body? are you having any trouble getting around? using computers? I saw you were taking notes with your mouth earlier."
>"I have adjusted surprisingly quickly, everything has come natural to me so far"
>"that's good, do you feel comfortable with your peers?"
>"I am a bit anxious about how they will react initially, but I think that most of them will accept me in time."
>"so you're not going to look for a way to undo this?"
>"I have accepted my situation, if there is a way to turn back into a human then that's fine. But you live in the body you have not the body you want"
>"you are well adjusted to the point of concern Anon. but if you are happy, I won't harsh your mellow"
>the conversation draws to a close
>"well Anon if you need anything I can help with just let me know"
>"I will thank you"
>I grab my things and leave the good doctor’s office
>I look at a clock in the hall and see that I only have five minutes to get to my class on the other side of campus
>I quickly step outside
>I see that the local news has arrived and doing interviews with people
>they see me and attempt to approach
>fuck this I'm out
>I take off and in less than thirty seconds I have landed outside the math building
>I go inside and fly up the four flights of stairs to the floor I need
>I'm not quite sure about how this professor will react
>I head in and take my seat, I am starting to regret habitually sitting at the front of the room
>Prof. Math regards me oddly
>"you are a student, aren't you?"
>"yes I am Anon"
>"OK, just to make sure I'm not hallucinating. you are a horse, right?"
>"Yes."
>"OK then, we'll start the lecture"
>the as class goes on I notice that the students are much chattier in this class
>probably because it’s now ten in the morning and only half of them are zombies
>about ten minutes into class I hear a commotion coming from the hall
>shit, it’s the news
>I have never been an outgoing person, I got stage fright giving an oral presentation to a class of ten
>a reporter sticks there had in
>"HAY I FOUND IT!"
>IT
>200% Triggered
>"you can't come in here we are having a class" prof Math says blocking their way in
>some of the reporters try to push past him, but he is a rather large man and easily pushes them back out
>He locks the door and resumes teaching
>As class draws to an end I begin eyeing the window
>it looks like it can open fully, I could open it and fly out to avoid the reporters
>Prof Math notices this and opens it for me without stopping the lecture
>Prof springs a pop quiz on us, its short and I am able to finish first
>leaving it on the front desk
>I gather my things then dive out the window to freedom
>as I fly over campus I contemplate my next move
>my friends and family should probably hear this from me and not the six O'clock news
>I would have to land to use my laptop, and that would give the reporters a chance to catch up with me
>I could go to my apartment but then they would know where I live
>...
>I remember that my friend lives just outside of town on twenty acres of land
>by car you would have to take the back roads, but I could skim the tree line and hopefully get there unnoticed
>I land on a roof and take out my phone
>Thankfully I bought a stylus for it
>I sent a text "Is it ok if I hide at your house? also I am become Pone"
>I snap a quick selfie and hit send
>after "sure that's fine, U for real though?"
>"yes"
>I put my phone away
>I don't fly straight there, I head over an area of protected forest.
>with any luck they will be looking for me in there
>after going what seems like a reasonable distance I start to double back
>I now hear a helicopter in the distance
>I quickly dive below the tree tops, thank Celestia for global warming
>I don't have that far left to go, In a few seconds I fly over my friends fence
>I see him standing on his front porch
>he sees me and opens the door
>I land and run full speed into his house
>not the best idea, once in my hooves did not get good enough traction on the floor and I ran into a table
>my nose now bleeds but at least I am safe for now