Continuing from >>42443799
Switching to conventional prose because I'm more natural at writing in it.

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I must’ve stared in that mirror for over five minutes, just trying to take in and process the situation – not that it helped; I still felt as confused as ever.

I finally tried to stand up. My legs were a little shaky, but I caught my balance reasonably quickly. Glancing back to the mirror, I took a better look at myself. I was...young. Not little kid levels of young; “middle school” and “freshman” were my first thoughts. I – this girl who’s body I was occupying – must’ve been around 12 to 14 years old. She had wings on the back of her shoulders – I think that was normal – and a cutie mark proudly shone from her hip.

I took some awkwardly balanced steps to face the mirror head-on.

This pony simply stared at me, wondering why I was using her body.

I opened my mouth. “Uhh…”

“Uhh…” she spoke back, in the reflection.

I closed my mouth, softly. Hearing someone else’s voice come out of my mouth stirred butterflies in my stomach. I wasn’t gonna try that for a while.

Turning some more, I looked around the room. It was kind of simple. Pretty standard, albeit older, furniture, with a few scattered books and comics, and some posters on the wall. I squinted my eyes slightly. ‘Wonderbolts’, I read mentally. It seemed...oddly normal, like it was just another everyday thing. Even the picture of these weird “ponies” on it didn’t feel remarkable.

...Except the rainbow-haired one.

I narrowed my eyes even more. I’d seen her before. She looked...different...but I recognized her none the less. Her face was too familiar to forget. I couldn’t seem to place her name though…

Realizing I’d need to move eventually, I carefully tried to take a step forward with one foreleg. My hoof landed on the hardwood floor with no issue. So I tried a rear leg. All okay there, too. With several wobbly steps, I started to figure out a rough gait, and within a few minutes, I could decently walk in circles around the room with little issue.

It still felt awkward as hell though. Movement made my body feel all the more alien.

Having gotten comfortable enough with my motor skills, I started scanning the room for any books that could help explain my situation.

That is, until I heard the muffled ringing of a telephone.

I jumped slightly at the sound, and froze in place. Slowly, I turned my head towards the direction it seemed to be coming from: the only door leading out of the bedroom.

My little pony ears fell against my head as my heartrate started to climb. With shaky breath, I opened my mouth.

“...Crap,” I whispered.

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