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>During the middle of the week your friend calls you up about a show she wants to go see.
>You shrug and say "Sure, I'll come along. What is it and when is it?"
>She says it's one of those new 'HypnoTransformo' shows, and it's on Saturday.
>Saturday? But you won't be able to enjoy the post-discussion of the new MLP:FiM ep!
>You begin saying you might already have plans, but she starts begging. Her girl friends had all seen it and now she needed to, too!
>Being the beta you are, you agree to go - as a friend.

>The week passes, and you're both driving downtown to the local concert hall.
>"I'm so excited! The reviews for this stage show have been raving! Everyone I've spoken to about it has loved it."
>You're skeptical. "Hypnosis isn't real. You know this, right?"
>She just giggles. "Maybe. You should volunteer."
>Challenge accepted.
>Show starts around 6pm, concert hall is packed full. Thankfully you're both situated in the front row getting a proper view.
>Stage is the basic affair, black stands with giant speakers for the microphone. There's a few chairs in the middle for volunteers to sit on.
>Your friend coos next to you as the lights dim; some dude with a top hat suddenly bursts into being on stage. How cliché, you snort.
>"Welcome ladies and gents! Tonight will be a night to remember! ...Though maybe not for all of you!"
>After his piss-poor introduction is over, he starts calling for volunteers.
>Encouraged by your friend, you raise your hand.

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>"You sir! Come on stage, leave your lady friend behind for now - you won't be going anywhere." He chortles.
>Whatever. You clamber past people to sit awkwardly on the hard chair. Seeing just how big the crowd was from this POV fills you with nerves.
>After 10 minutes of people being shy and refusing, 3 more volunteers are selected.
>"Right! Now I need you kind volunteers to do what I say. I want you to focus on this music."
>Behind you comes the sounds of someone fumbling with an old LP player, eventually unleashing some unearthly music.
>"Now I just need you to all focus your thoughts on this tune for a bit! Ladies and gents, if you need the bathroom, now is the time!"
>You were barely listening to him, your mind being drawn to this strange music. It sounded familiar, or at least felt like it was.
>The crowd of people watching gradually gets distant as if the stage was slowly being pulled back. Mentally shaking yourself, you ignore this and return to focusing on the music - it felt important now.
>Eventually your mind feels like it was filled with goo; leaving you comfy, warm and blank.
>"Well 5 minutes are up! Let's see how our victims - ahem - our volunteers are fairing!" says a voice.
>The sudden sensation of a hand on your shoulder and a stern voice fills your mind, making it throb tenderly.
>"The person I'm touching now; sleep."
>A sudden blissful limpness overtakes your body; you feel your arms sprawl and your head nod forward.
>Nothing mattered anymore.

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>"...and 3, wide awake and feeling great!"
>You blink. What's going on? A crowd, stage lights, the limp figures sitting next to you... Oh yeah, you're at this dumb show.
>"So sir, tell us what it's like to be Hypnotized."
>Hypnotized? What utter nonsense, you'd only been sitting here for a few minutes.
>"I think it's bullshit, there's no way I've been hypnotized!" you speak up. The crowd seems to find this funny, accompanied with "awws".
>"True true, I've been proven wrong before" the man smiles, "Do you want to FLEA the stage?"
>Just as he said this, there's a sudden burning, irresistible itch behind your ear. Without even thinking, you start scratching it with your leg.
>Scratching only makes it worse, and before you know it you're lying on the stage floor rubbing your head on everything in reach. The itch wasn't dying!
>"And relax." comes a voice. You instantly comply, the itch is gone.
>Raising your head up to the crowd again, you don't understand why they're all laughing and awwing.
>You try to leave the stage, but you just can't seem to master yourself.
>"Now sir, you're a gruff, manly man are you not?"
>You instantly nod, maybe this will impress your female friend. The crowd guffaws again.
>"Well, how does this make you feel?" he says, presenting a novelty giant pink comb.
>At the sight of it, your heart melts. You can't explain why, but you need this comb more than anything to brush you!
>You start to bound up and down, the crowd giving more awws and chuckles.

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>"Okay, okay. I need to ask you something first before I can brush you though."
>You get frustrated, how dare he deny you the brush!
>"How would you feel if a crowd of people knew your darkest secret?"
>"I'd be mortified! I'd be mad at whoever told my secret" you pipe up.
>A shit-eating grin grows across the showman's face.
>"And what if that person was you?"
>"Not possible!" you say, beginning to pout due to lack of brushes. The crowd continues cracking-up.
>"So you're saying no one knows you like My Little Pony or that you have a bright pink persona you made up?"
>"No one!" you repeat.
>"That's all I need to know. Brushy-Brushy time."
>At his words, a strange pleasure grips you. Each brush he gives makes your whole body tingle in a positively sensual way.
>You begin to drool slightly, causing the showman to give a huge fake leap of shock, leaving the crowd in stitches.
>"Alright, enough!" comes the ecstatic voice of the showman, stopping the brushing. You can't help feel disappointed.
>"I've always been a bit of a sucker for the classics. Still, my fine man, can you please tell me - and the crowd - your name?"
>You pause at this. Shouldn't this be an instant response question?
>Internally you struggle, as your mouth tries to say one name but your brain keeps stopping you.
>There's a few simpers from the crowd as you constantly trip over your own words, babbling slightly, until...
>"Tutti Frutti?"
>It must be right as the crowd again erupts with cheers.

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>Scanning the front row during the noise, you see your friend.
>Her eyes are wet with what can only be tears of laughter.
>Just what is so damned funny?
>Letting the crowd tire themselves out, the showman returns twirling his top hat.
>"Okay I think that's all for Little ponies for now, we have other volunteers! Sleep."
>At this word, you instantly switch off re-entering darkness.
>In seemingly no time at all, you and your fellows are stretching out in your seats.
>The showman is bowing as the audience applaud. It's over already? It's barely been 10 minutes!
>For a final joke, he tells one volunteer to take the long way back to their seat. They walk a stupid route around the crowd.
>Next, he tells the others that they're glued to their chairs. After much frustration and hilarity, they're free to waddle off stage.
>Finally, he turns to you.
>You give him a warm smile. It seems he did something nice for you, but you can't really remember...
>He kneels down to your chair and lifts a microphone between you both.
>"Before you leave us Sir, are you aware you are a pony?"
>The world seems to shift in-and-out of focus, this phrase instantly making you become aware. Oh GOD.
>You raise a shaking hoof.
>It's bright pink.
>Eyes go wide with shock.
>Aghast, you flail your head to see your blonde mane.
>Shit. You're your OC - Tutti Frutti.
>You pathetically hide your face as the pure embarrassment cascades through you.
>The crowd explodes with shrieks of mirth.
>You want to die.

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>The drive home that night was unbearably awkward.
>After being changed back, everyone in the crowd had petted your back as you descended the stage.
>Some people sang the MLP theme tune as you exited the building.
>It wasn't in malice, just jokeful teasing. You still didn't enjoy your secret being out though.
>Your friend sits in silence in the passenger seat, you're too ashamed to spark up conversation.
>On the bright side, the showman refunded your ticket since you essentially missed everything.
>He said you were an absolute delight to work with.
>Even now, you're having trouble remembering what had happened.
>"So uh... how was the show good?"
>Your friend gives a little snigger "Man do you really not remember anything?"
>You shake your head.
>"Well, after you were all asleep he started asking general questions." she starts
>"Yeah? Like what?"
>"Name, job, interests, etc. You seemed to respond well, before we knew it, you were talking about ponies"
>Christ were you that bad?
>"I didn't take you for a brony! It's kinda cute. Anyway, he changed you using the info he had wheedled out, though you seemed pretty willing."
>You gulp. "And then?"
>"He started making you do cute things! I dunno how he did it but the transformation was amazing - You were really a little pony!"
>"And the others?" you try take the shame away from you.
>"Boring. You stole the show."
>Pulling up outside her home, you stop the car.
>"Thanks for taking me out. Before I go though... Flea!"
>Fuck.
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