@Compu
Uhhh
Maybe
But especially if i was female
I mean EVERY MAN HAS BEEN CURIOUS

No

That second panel is strangely adorable.

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@Background Pony #87F3  
Jaw structure is one of the biggest things. Not sure they can change that? And how do they keep you from having a bunch of big scars?

@Background Pony #51C3  
>5,000 bits  
There’s your problem. It costs $5,000 for removing the Adam’s apple alone. A full transition, with appropriate snips and augmentation, can cost upwards of $50,000.

When a person could tell your biological gender just by looking at you, after transition. You just wasted $5,000 bits on nothing.

@Compu  
Is it called clinking if it’s a crystal pony? xD

@Cirrus Light  
tell meh

@Compu  
Oh.
 
…
 
It’s complicated :p

@Cirrus Light  
would u not want to try clopping if u became a female pony?

@Compu  
Wat?

and suddenly comes the clopping :D

@Cirrus Light  
O_o…  
That’s FREAKING meta.

>You have just finished watching “Boast Busters”  
>You then read a fanfic where your pink OC, Frutti, was called onto the stage for a hypnotism trick.  
>Your OC is hypnotized to believe she’s a human.  
>Blinking, see Trixie standing in front of you.  
>You’re sitting on a stage, in front is an audience.  
>Trixie announces that Frutti now believes she’s a human “stallion”.  
>Spike yells out, asking Trixie to ask Frutti a question to prove she thinks she’s human.  
>Trixie turns to you.  
>”Sir, are you aware that you are a pony?”

@Background Pony #B6FE  
1 and 3 were pretty cool.
 
madness stories awesomegreat

@Background Pony #B6FE  
They all sound fantastic, honestly. Number 3 sounds the craziest, so I’d run with that.

The stories that has spawned from this: (cenesoring some stuff though)
 
>Guy wakes up, am hoers  
>Through a combination of a desperate, willful act of disregard, deep hope that he’s hallucinating, and a long-term gambit that no one else will notice/ignore him, he goes about his day as normal, reasoning that things may eventually rubber band back to normal.  
>People stop and stare at the low-key weirdness he brings with him because he’s a pony, and he absolutely does nothing to refer to the fact that he’s a pony.  
>Everyone else thinks maybe they themselves may be crazy for thinking there’s a horse walking around, refuse to acknowledge what’s going on.  
>A giant unspoken agreement not to Talk About the Crazy Thing is formed.  
>The week continues, the guy-turn-horse grows increasingly stressed that he hasn’t became a human again, but steadfastly clings to his wild delusion that everything is fine, just fine.  
>Goes to parade/public event to relieve the stress  
>News anchor interviewing general public.  
>Asks the guy if he wants a spot  
>“Sir, are you aware that you’re a pony?”  
>The poor guy’s mental house of cards come tumbling down as the cold wind of reality blows. Everyone else breathes a sigh of relief as they realize they’re not insane, there really is a ^*%&ing talking pony walking around.
 
Story 2 (End of Hypnotism story):  
>Scanning the front row during the noise, you see your friend.  
>Her eyes are wet with what can only be tears of laughter.  
>Just what is so damned funny?  
>Letting the crowd tire themselves out, the showman returns twirling his top hat.  
>“Okay I think that’s all for Little ponies for now, we have other volunteers! Sleep.”  
>At this word, you instantly switch off re-entering darkness.  
>In seemingly no time at all, you and your fellows are stretching out in your seats.  
>The showman is bowing as the audience applaud. It’s over already? It’s barely been 10 minutes!  
>For a final joke, he tells one volunteer to take the long way back to their seat. They walk a stupid route around the crowd.  
>Next, he tells the others that they’re glued to their chairs. After much frustration and hilarity, they’re free to waddle off stage.  
>Finally, he turns to you.  
>You give him a warm smile. It seems he did something nice for you, but you can’t really remember…  
>He kneels down to your chair and lifts a microphone between you both.  
>“Before you leave us Sir, are you aware you are a pony?”  
>The world seems to shift in-and-out of focus, this phrase instantly making you become aware. Oh GOD.  
>You raise a shaking hoof.  
>It’s bright pink.  
>Eyes go wide with shock.  
>Aghast, you flail your head to see your blonde mane.  
>Shit. You’re your OC - Tutti Frutti.  
>You pathetically hide your face as the pure embarrassment cascades through you.  
>The crowd explodes with shrieks of mirth.  
>You want to die.
 
Story 3:  
>The little freaks are everywhere  
>One day the world is normal and the next people are randomly turning into gay rainbow horses.  
>You see them walking around everywhere acting as if nothing’s wrong.  
>That’s the worst part too, half of them don’t even realize it.  
>they just walk around pretending everything is perfectly fine  
>the freaks are walking on all fours, completely naked, and still think they’re human.  
>It’s not safe to let them walk around freely.  
>they’re so delusional who knows what they might do?  
>I’ve called my senator and the city mayor’s office several times to let them know about the issues here.  
>These ponies present a danger to themselves and society.  
>We need to lock them up, maybe corral them somewhere until we find out where they came from.  
>I have a hard time believing they used to be human at all and didn’t drop in to replace those poor people.  
“Sir, are you aware that you’re a pony?”  
>…  
“Sir?”

“sir?”

“I’m a colt?”

She looks really cute in the top picture.

“No comment.”