>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, 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