You’ve become a near identical copy of the young unicorn filly in front of you, you look to be standing 3’11” and weighing 255 lbs. You are covered in snow white fur and have black hair in a horses mane, eyes with no whites or pupils showing – only a solid deep blue with sparkles. You also have large pony ears on the top of your head, a single spiral horn growing out of your forehead, and a black haired horse tail. There is a large marking shaped like a pink hart with a number, printed in black, on both of your flanks; the number appears to be the only variation in the transformation, as the number is different for every other unicorn. Yours is #1270.
All around your enclosure are fillies playing with toys, but instead of using the hand they don’t have or even their mouths, a golden glow would form around there horns and then around their toy and it would start floating around like magic.
Then the filly in front of you started to speak “Naughty language is a no no, you won’t be getting any sugar cubes a dinner tonight.” She says to scold you. Then she brightens up “My names Fifty-Five, I’m the oldest filly here, I’ve been here for ten birthdays, so that makes me the boss, even if Seven-Seventy and Eight-oh-Six are much bossier then me.”
“You are Twelve-Seventy right? I’m good at big numbers so I can tell.” She says proudly
“My names not Twelve-Seventy, it’s Twelve-Seventy.” You reply, and then go cross eyed as the filly starts to giggle.
“You’re one of those ones, arnt’ch, like Seven-Seventy and Ten-Ninety-Four, the ones that use to be human? Well I guess I don’t have to babysit you if you’re not really a baby. The corner we all poop in is that one, there’s bottles full of milk set in that wall there, the only poisons plant in the grazing field are the buttercups, everything else is good to eat but the humans feed us twice a day either way, and dessert in the evenings not that you’re getting any potty mouth, and if you ever want to talk to see the boys for whatever reason there is a hole to the cults enclose in that fence. I’ll play with you latter, I have to help Four-Seventeen with the really babies, but try to make friends with the other.” And with that she trotted away.