"I want him to be my little pony!" whined a little girl's voice.
You turn expecting to see an animorph, but instead see a cute little
girl.
"You can see them too?" you ask her.
"Of course, I can. I made them this way," said the child.
"You did?" incredulously you reply.
"Of course, I did. And now I'm going to change you too. You're going
to be my little pony!"
"You mean like the cartoon?"
"Yes!"
"But I'm a guy!"
"If Miss Circe Hawks says that you're going to be her little pony.
Then you are," said the lionman placing a firm paw on your shoulder.
"Circe Hawks?"
"Call me, Sissy. Now should I make you pink or white or," she bit her
lip in thought.
Your skin is itching, and your back feels weak. You fall forward on to
all fours. Your fist clenches and starts to fuse your fingers
together. You feel hair growing down the back of your neck and spine.
You let out a whinny as your nose and jaw push forward. As your
skeleton and body rearrange, you feel your clothing is uncomfortably
tight. The child notices, and you're naked. You blush and try to
cover yourself, but my little ponies aren't anatomically correct, so
it doesn't matter. You see flowers appearing on your butt cheek. Are
they tattoos or birthmarks?