esotpm parts 1-6

The moments ticked away with the second hand of a clock matched up with the tapping of a pen against the clipboard. I stared at how my fingers held it, like a claw made up of my thumb, middle, and index fingers. How elegant, I thought.
I paused, the clock continuing to tick despite my hand stopping. I've always wanted this. Well... I always said I wanted this. But now that I'm here, I don't know. It seems too good to be true, and I assumed it would never happen, like my holy grail, the quest for my fountain of--
"Sir?" The nurse interrupted my train of thought, startling me a little. "Would you like to go home and reconsider? It's quite normal to have second thoughts, but there are other patients--"
"N-no", I cut her off, stuttering a little. "I'm sure." I stared at the empty line at the bottom of the paper on the clipboard, begging myself to just sign it and be done with it. I looked over at the pamphlet kiosk off to the side, notably one very familiar one.
"So, you want to be something else?" It asked, drastically understating the weight of what it promised. Animals of all kinds surrounded the phrase, normal ones, human-like ones, previously entirely fictional ones. It sure knew who was going to be reading it.
The nurse took a breath to repeat herself, and I quickly scribbled something mostly entirely unlike my normal signature at the line at the bottom of the page. In that rush of a moment, I had decided to entirely change my life.

The nurse paused. "Right this way then, sir." She started walking. I got up and I followed. As we walked through a pair of doors to a rather wide hallway, I noticed pictures on the walls, before and after shots of people like me. Most of them looked rather shaken. I knew why, but it was still a bit worrying. I tried to get my mind off of it.
I went through the procedure in my head, explained to me and read many times. I would be put under, and would be unconscious the whole time. Firstly, I would be surgically changed, replacing some of me with synthetic parts which would both mutate my other cells some and conform to them. They would then mess about in my head, changing my senses to agree with my body, so I wouldn't feel off balance or get any of those weird sensations that amputees used to.
Lastly, it would go through all of my brain and would bombard any parts of it that rejected the new image of myself with that image until it was accepted. It was said to be a method of brute force that mysteriously took care of memories without actually destroying them. It somehow was also supposed to also help with situations that haven't happened yet, people said.
“Simple as 1, 2, 3.”, the pamphlet said. Then, in big, bubble letters that I can't forget, it said “Enjoy your new life.”
The nurse turned, going into a room on the right. “Lie down here, and the anesthesiologist will be with you soon.” She paused, looking over me. “And... try to relax.”

After much waiting, I heard a soft knocking at the door. After a moment, a brown-haired woman in a lab coat turned the knob, pushing the door open with her shoulder. She glanced at me, then looked at her chart.
“And you must be Mr.--” She paused, wincing. “I'm sorry, what would you like me to call you?”
“Oh, uhm...” This was the first time I felt comfortable introducing myself with my new name “Lilac... Miss Blossom if you'd prefer.”
“All right, Miss Blossom. You're not going to be entirely unconscious for this, so it's a bit more complex than usual anesthesia to get you under. It'll be the same to you during, but it takes a bit longer. Lie down please.” I turned from sitting and lied down on my back. She stepped over, reaching under the bed and pulled out a mask, which she gently put over my mouth and strapped around my head, me lifting occasionally to help.
“So, you're one of those My Little Pony types?” I nodded a little as she turned the gas on. “I thought all of that was weird at first but... I guess I see where you're all coming from.” She stood upright and looked over me. “And Lilac Blossom is a good name... I'm really glad that I can help people out like this... I used to have the My Little Pony toys when I was younger you know...”
She kept talking, but I stopped being able to understand her. My vision started fading, and the last thing I recognized was when the bed itself started moving, being pushed to the first part of my change.

I wake up suddenly, finding myself in my own bed. It's still dark out. I try to remember what I was dreaming about, but I'm stopped by a familiar uncomfortable feeling. I need to pee. I jump out of bed onto
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I stand there for a second, not able to remember what I was thinking about or really what I was doing. I remember with the uncomfortable feeling in my gut. I open the door to my room with ease, and quietly walk to the bathroom. Wait, how did I bcra gung
A slight stinging in my head interrupts me. I walk into the bathroom, and flick the lights on.
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As I glance into the mirror, a large stabbing sensation fills my head. I jump up, putting my purplepurple front hooves on the counter. I look at my bu zl tbq jungf tbvat ba
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familiar face. My fuzzy ears. My darker purple mane.
I quickly remember why I came in here. I hop back down and go to the toilet. I yvsg gur frng
I sit down, do my business, and wash my hooves, oddly enough with no head pain. I take some headache medicine anyways, just to be safe. I walk back, hop back into bed, get back under the covers and close my eyes, drifting back into relaxation.

“What are you doing?” I find myself in my old room, sitting at my computer. I must have accidentally fallen asleep. I look up to see my sister, staring a hole into me. I look at the screen.
...Oh.
A quite exposed stallion seems to be on my screen. My head hurts. A lot. I stumble on my own words, “I was just... well it's obvious, isn't it?”
“Well, you have fun with your... ponies for little girls then.” She starts stifling a laugh, and then walks out. I'm left stunned. My head stings a little thinking about her words, so I try to put them out of my mind.
I would never... masturbate... right? I look down and... my dick is out.
My head stings even more. I'm not a guy! And... I'm not a human! I look all over my own body, head throbbing, seeing nothing but human. I go to run to a mirror, cold sweat all over me. I fall over, not used to being on two legs.
I open my eyes. My mothers hand rests on my head.
“I had a nightmare...” I manage to spit out. I look at my hooves; just seeing them comforts me.

Mom sighs. A rushing sound surrounds my ears and I wince as I get another pain in my head. She's just saying my name.
“Lilac, Lilac... You're all safe now.” She puts a thermometer in my mouth. “Do you think you're going to need to go to the doctor?” I nod a little bit. I'm staying home from school today. She looks at the thermometer and frowns a little. “You've still got quite a high fever, missy.” The 'missy' sticks out to me, and I feel like I can almost grasp why... ow, ow, ow.
“Oh, honey...” She strokes down my mane, scratching one of my ears a little bit. “You're going to get all better soon enough.” She hands me a book. “I got you this from the library while you were asleep. I figured I might be able to help you read it.” I look at the cover. I glance over the words, but for some reason I can't process them. There's a big sunflower next to the words though. “You said you wanted to learn about flowers, didn't you?”
“Uh... uh huh...” I flip through it a little, hooves only having a bit of a problem with the pages. “Thanks, Mom.”
“Now, you need to get yourself some more rest, okay?”
“Okay.”
I doze off again, wondering about why I never got singled out for being a pony...