My vision cleared, but felt weird and I had had to turn my head from side to side to look properly. I managed to look down and was shocked yo see I was now dressed in leather and my arms and legs now ended in hooves - http://www.deviantart.com/art/Pony-2052-483980334 .
"Me and my fetishes," I groaned, the bit in my mouth making it awkward to talk. I looked over at the pictures hanging on my wall and was surprised to see that everyone else in them, my friends and family, looked normal, while I was a pony boy. The photos only went back a year or two, so I wasn't sure if I'd always been like this in this reality, or if I'd only recently started dressing like this.
Then it struck me. The bit had made talking difficult - if I was just wearing a pony outfit I still be able to speak as the bit would be in the mouth of the pony mask, not in my actual mouth!
"Holy crap," I whinnied, "I'm a pony boy!"
