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Sex-Change: DNA by ponygirlTS Preface I've read many stories about changing one's DNA in order to change one's sex. Let me tell you that it isn't as easy as and painless as they lead you to believe. Chapter One Unlike Steve Martin, I wasn't born a poor little black baby but I was sure close. You see, I was the product of a couple of sixteen year olds curiosity. I don't know if they were in love or not but I can tell you that after a shot gun wedding, the fun was suddenly gone. I was born a few months later to a mother that worked hard to keep her family going and a frustrated father that felt trapped. Well with a shortage of work and by the time I was about three or four, my father saw his escape and headed to California on the pretense of finding work. That wasn't all he found, he quickly found a girl as well. Soon my mother had lost touch with him and I found myself on a train to California. I don't know how she found him. I was way to young at the time but I don't think it took her to long. But I don't remember him ever living with us again. So how much of a memory can I have at the age of Forty-Six? Well, I remember the apartment over the garage we lived in before he left and I remember two of the apartments we lived in, in LA. One was brick and we lived on an upper story. I remember being afraid of what I imagined, lived under the building. You could see screens covering a crawl space under the building. I even remember wearing a kitchen towel as a diaper one time when I didn't make it to the toilet. Next we moved to a nicer two story near a school. We lived down stairs this time and the apartment had five rooms. My mother's room didn't have much more than a hide-a-bed. You know, a couch with a bed in it. Then there was a bathroom and then my room. The kitchen was in the front of the apartment on my side while the livingroom was on my mother's side. A shot hall way joined my bedroom, my mother's bedroom and the restroom. While an opening across from the restroom joined the hallway to the living room. I ate most of my meals on Ironing board. We were poor. I even remember a baby sitter or two and a trip to Palm Springs, that turns out to have actually been to Palm Desert. Yes I remember back a long way. My mother's second husband was in the Air Force and had two sons, both younger than I. He saw my mother as pretty, a cheap baby sitter and a source of income. Since she made well over twice what he brought home a month. I was five when they married and soon we moved again. We were always moving. I won't bore you with any of the details for the next few years. I think that you've already snored enough. Chapter Two The men in my mother's life would always dominate her and I was always extra baggage. But my mother had been married to her second husband for eight years before things really changed again for me. I was Thirteen and Easter brake was coming up and my mother had me skip that last Friday to get a check up at the base hospital. Like any trip to a military hospital, we spent a long time waiting and then my name was finely called. The doctor started by giving me a normal check up and then had me role up my sleeve for a shot. I cried, I hate shots but I did as I was told and then he asked me to lay back and relax for a moment. A moment later, I was out. I woke strapped to a chair in a fairly empty room. There was a man strapped in another chair as I was and then I could see the reflection in a large window that separated us from a hallway, of a security guard sitting at a desk behind me. That was pretty much the entire contents of the room. Like me, the man strapped in the other chair had a bridle on. The bit on the bridle was spongy and I found that if I sucked on it, I could get cold water. We were also both dressed in hospital gowns and had feeding tubes in our noses. Soon the doctor came in and cemented on the fact that I was awake. Then he lifted the bottom of my gown and I felt the pick of a shot on each side of my manhood. Then I watched him do the same to the man in the other chair before a nurse came in pushing a cart. She took a basket from below the cart and added it to the chair between my legs, then she pulled a bag of ice from the cart and put it in the basket. I watched the doctor leave the room as the nurse did the same to the other chair. For the next three days. I was in pain. I felt tugging and pulling from all over of my groin. I was having hot flashes and the nurse ran in once and pulled the bit out of my mouth when I started throwing up. I saw her periodically as the guard would call her in to mop the floor. You see, there was a big gap in the middle of our seats to allow waste to pass from us. It was supposed to fall into an oblong bucket but from time to time, it missed. The lights never went out and I only slept for very short periods when I would pass out from exhaustion. The sun was coming up on the third day as the doctor came in again. The nurse had already taken away the ice and pulled off the basket. He checked me out and gave me another shot before saying the words that changed my life forever. "That's it Cindy, your all done here. You can sleep for a while. You just have to stay here one more day so the anti-biotic can kill all the virus before you leave. The nurse will be in with breakfast in a few minutes and she'll unstrap your arms so that you can eat." I'll never forget his speech as long as I live. I hadn't known any of this was going to happen. But it seemed that my step father hadn't liked the fact that I was the oldest boy in the family and I wasn't any more. I mean, I wasn't a boy anymore. On the fourth day, I saw my mother at the window. I guess it must have been Monday. And the doctor came in to check us out one more time before we were moved to a semi-private room. I found out that my changeling buddy was Betty. He was an airman that had requested a sex-change in exchange for his re-enlistment. We played checkers for most of that day, between naps. We were exhausted and found it hard to even walk the short distance to the restroom. On Tuesday, my mother arrived again with my cloths. Thankfully, they were boys cloths but we didn't talk all the way home. Once home, you can't image the feeling of humiliation I felt at finding that my room was now painted pink. I had a new canopy bed, with a pink bedspread and matching white furniture, with a pink trim. My old sliding closet doors had even been exchanged for new mirrored ones. I suddenly had to get out of the house. I walked to the school hoping to find some of the guys to play some basketball with but when I found them they called me Cindy and asked to see my new pussy. I suddenly needed to pee so I thought that I'd show them I was still a man by using the boy's bathroom but that back fired when they pushed open the stall door and pulled down my pants. I remember running all the way home, without pants, shoes or underwear. My father would go back to find them in the trash can of the same bathroom. My brothers had spilled the beans on Friday when my friends had asked them where I was. Wednesday I had to go back to the hospital for my DNA shot. The treatment that I'd been through was done by a DNA virus but it was only a local one that just changed the plumbing that was already there. These were changes that normal DNA wouldn't bother with. After this treatment, I'd have a girl's normal XX chromosomes. For this, I had to drink a glass of goo, wait an hour and then the doctor gave me the shot. Un like the first treatment this one was specific only to me, they had simply excluded my Y chromosome and doubled my X and created a virus to spread it through my cells. It seems that the whole reason for the guard and quarantine during the first treatment was because the first virus was highly contagious and no one wanted it to get out into the public. Chapter Three By the time, we got back to the car, I was throwing a tantrum and undressed right there in the parking lot, behind the trunk. My mother saw this and said, "fine," as she put the top down on the car. I threw my cloths in the back seat and my mother haded me some suntan oil. The last thing she said to me before we left (and got home for that matter) was, "I hope your having fun." I put the sun tan oil on and found that I really enjoyed rubbing it along my new female parts. I'd done them last but I have to admit that I did it there best as well. We arrived home to find Casey sitting on our doorstep. I was still naked and almost stepped on her before I noticed her. "It's true," she said so excitedly I wasn't sure if she was going to laugh or not. Suddenly I was sick again but this time it was nerves. I'd never really known for sure if Casey was a girl or boy. I assumed girl but I still wasn't one hundred percent sure. Mom yelled at me to get in the house the moment she got the door open and then she started talking politely to Casey. Soon Casey was in my room and since we were about the same size, she was trying on my girl's cloths and doing a fashion show. I wasn't really buying it. I'd pulled on some boy's cloths from the other side of my closet and I was laying on my pink bedspread, trying to be as macho as I could muster. Soon she was sitting next to me on the bed. "It sucks doesn't it. I mean," she pulled off her shirt. "My father did this to me over Christmas." Casey had large dark spots all over her body. Then she pointed out the pointed ears and took out a partial denture to show that she was missing teeth. "My father took my mother and I to a clinic and they put us down in stocks, like they used to do to prisoners in the middle ages. It wasn't as bad for me because, I'm young and I didn't get the full treatment. But I heard my mother screaming and sobbing for days." "What did they do to you?" I asked. "They made us into ponygirls," she told me. I'd heard of ponygirls and I also knew that it wasn't just something that was done to you. You had to go to ponygirl camps, pass a written and oral test and even after that, you had to go before a judge and accept it. But once it was done, there was no turning back. You would be considered property that can be sold just as any other livestock. It was about then that my brothers suddenly burst into my room. I through Casey was going to have a heart attack as he covered herself and David stuck his hand in my crouch. Then he pulled it away with his thumb sticking out between his fingers. "I've got your dick," he yelled as he ran from the room. I chased him to the door but quickly closed it as found my mother storming after them. It wasn't long after that, that we heard her mother honk the car horn outside and I walked Casey to the door. She yelled to her, to let her know that she was coming before she kissed me and then all hell broke lose. She turned off the car and came storming over. "You know better than to kiss boys," she told Casey. "She's not a boy," Casey told her and that earned her a good slap for lying. My mother was at the door by now as Casey's mother pulled her daughter to the door. "My daughter isn't allowed to kiss boys," she told my mother. "My daughter isn't a boy," my mother told her. Suddenly things changed and I was invited to go to Casey's house to swim. My mother was apprehensive and reminded me that I didn't have a swim suit but Casey told her that she had lots of them and mom let me go. Chapter Four Once at her house, Casey asked if we could just skinny dip and I could see that, that would work well into her mother's plan of finding out what sex I really was. We swam for a while and then the phone rang and Casey's mother called for her. I followed and watched as they both curtsied at the side of the door as her father came home. While her mother was dressed, Casey was still naked and then he saw me standing there wearing a towel. That wasn't good and after a comment about letting his daughter swim naked with boys, her mother never said a word but pulled my towel off. Soon everyone was happy again and parents were talking on the phone about going out for dinner. David and Chris would get to stay home with a baby sitter. At dinner, my parents were surprised to find out that Casey and her mother were both ponygirls. It wasn't all that common in the first place but there were laws governing ponygirls, including health laws and the two of them were braking just about all of them. I mean, ponygirls are considered livestock and aren't considered human anymore. But Casey was a good influence on me. I mean, wasn't I wearing one of her dresses and being such a good girl? So thankfully, no one made an issue of it. Then her father asked if I could train Casey at ponygirl class this weekend. My mother told him that she felt it would be good for me to get away and my step-father went for it. So I spent the night at Casey's house and we got to spend more time in the pool. This time, he mother joined us and I got to see what a real ponygirl looks like naked. I mean, the tail, the feet and she'd been branded on the front of her left thigh as well. Then Casey's father asked me if I wanted to see what a ponygirl could do. Casey was excited at the idea and so I jumped at it. He put bridles on Casey and her mother. Then I copied every move that he did. We made them do ponygirl things until they were both ringing wet. Then I watched as he unzipped his pants, bent Casey's mother over and had sex with her. That was uncomfortable. Soon Casey and I were playing in the bath tub with each other. I spent a lot of time playing with Casey's spots and asked her why "Sundae" was tattooed across her abdomen. "That's my name," she told me. "I've still been going by Casey at school because they don't know but Casey is dead and now I'm a ponygirl named Sundae, well Pacific Sundae but the Pacific refers to my training stables more than my real name." I thought back to our ponyplay and asked, "so your mother is Shadow?" and she nodded Then she reached into the water and introduced me to my famous G-spot. Of course her father hearing that, came in to check on us. "Don't stop on my account," was all he told her. While he could completely control his ponygirl daughter, I wasn't going to do live porn for him and asked him to leave so I could get a towel. He thought for a moment and then left. I guess kiddy porn wasn't as much of an issue in the seventies as it is now. But if my step-father would have known, he would have killed him anyway. Chapter Five It was about eight when I met the reason for all this ponygirl stuff. It seems there is always a hidden story and in this case, her name was Jenna. Jenna and Sundae's father had been having an affair and they simply found a way to have their cake and eat it too. Since Sundae and her mother were now ponygirls, they weren't considered human anymore and therefore her father was officially a widower. There was no need for a divorce and therefore, no splitting of the estate. He simply got it all and if she ever got out of line, he'd simply sell her and come out that much further ahead. The death certificate was part of the legal side of becoming a ponygirl. They considered becoming a ponygirl, suicide and therefore it was forbidden by the Catholic church. There was a lot of laws that they broke everyday. I mean, Sundae wasn't even suppose to be going to school let alone her mother driving, or talking in front of men. I'd find out later that they could cut vocal cords for doing that. Jenna soon had me talked in to playing ponygirl for her and after just a few minutes of that, I was pooped. Jenna set me up on the couch and then I walked into Sundae's room to say good night. It wasn't pretty. I don't mean, it was a mess, because it wasn't. It was just that she and her mother slept in stalls. These are something like a captain's bed with a top, sides and sliding doors. The mattress was a twin sized water bed. This helped them keep warm in the winter and cool in the summer. The whole house was gorgeous and this one room was so cold, it reminded me more of a prison cell. It even had it's own sliding door to the back yard. It looked out of place to me, more like a sliding barn door. It hung on the outside of the house. Chapter Six I woke to find Sundae sleeping next to me and Jenna beating her with a riding crop for doing it. Her father soon came to her aid and after he and Jenna spoke together in hushed tones, she apologized to me. She didn't apologize to Sundae. Come to think of it, she never spoke to Sundae at all, unless she was giving her an instruction. Soon we'd eaten breakfast and were loading the mares up truck. Ponygirl food is gross. It is kind of like oatmeal but with a bunch of other stuff in it. I mean, it comes in a sack, you add some water and warm it on the stove. Then you put the feed bag on their heads which has a plastic tube in it for them to slurp up their food. And the worst part of it is that they can't eat anything else. They are genetically addicted to it, I mean they'll throw up on anything else. I can tell that Jenna doesn't like me. She gave me the runniest scrambled eggs I've ever eaten. I mean, they weren't far from raw. But we were talking about loading the mares in the truck. The truck was a club cab and the bed was modified to accommodate ponygirls. It was kind of like a camper shell with a door on the passenger's side. Inside, there were two roll bars that ran across the top and places for four ponygirls. These included dividers and red harnesses. The harnesses were much like parachute harnesses but they had an extra strap that held them to the floor as well. I watched Sundae's father strap in her mother and copied it for Sundae. It was now about seven in the morning on Thursday, I'd been a girl for almost a week now and we were on our way to the vet. Soon we were pulling into an ally behind the veterinary clinic and a man in scrubs, was there waiting for us. I could hear a lot of dogs barking from inside the building. He quickly unharnessed Sundae and Shadow. Once they were unharnessed, he put lead ropes on each and took them out together. Sundae's father and I followed as the vet-tech past the dog kennels to the stables where he put the mares in stalls. These stalls were a little like the ones they had at home but they had a chain link run around them that locked from the outside. I walked down the hall and I counted six of the other ten stalls had ponygirls in them. I was glad that there was a door between the kennels and the stables because the echoing to the barking was already giving me a head ache. Sundae's father then asked the vet-tech to watch over me for the day and make sure I made it out to the ranch, this afternoon, with Sundae. With that he left and I followed the vet-tech into the waiting room. There was already a girl there with a stern faced older man. She was naked and had a halter on. So I could guess why she was here. The man left often for coffee and she soon moved next to me. I found from our conversation that she was a highschool freshmen. In age, she was only seven months older than I. We didn't speak about why she was here. Soon the vet came out and ushered us into an examining room. Then he checked the tattoo behind the girl's ear and waved a wand around her crouch to make sure that she's already been electronically tagged, as well. "Muffin, you realize that you are already a ponygirl and what we are going to do today only completes that?" the vet said as a question to the girl and she nodded. "Good then lets get on with it," he said as he and the vet-tech lifted the new ponygirl onto a stainless steel table. I then watched as he gave her an examination and stuck a thermometer where the sun doesn't usually shine. It wasn't a normal thermometer, this one expanded in her butt so she couldn't push it out and it had wires from it that he plugged into a box that showed us her body temperature. He was soon talking to me. You see, a horses temperature are higher than ours and this gizmo tells me when her body has reached that temp so we know everything is working and can let her out of the restraints. Then they added a feeding tube up her nose. I was suddenly so glad they had waited to do that to me until I was unconscious, as I watched her gag on it. It was then that I realized that they all thought I was still a boy. I don't know why the vet thought I was there but I thought I was there as a boy. They next they gave Muffin a shot before they took her down the hall to a white room that had some kind of padding under the linoleum floor. It was really fun to walk on but I doubt, now that I now a bit about linoleum, that it lasted very long. There were six sets of stocks in the room and he let muffin pick the one she wanted before he locked her into it. Then he plugged the wires into the wall and put two tubes of paste trough the feeding tube followed by a tube of water. The vet told me that the shot was an activator and without it, the virus wouldn't be able to overwhelm her immune system. Then we watched her through the big window outside the door until the meter on the wall read the proper temp. It didn't take long. By now she was throwing up and pooping everything in her system. And between heaves she was screaming for help. "She won't be able to do that much longer," the vet told me. I must have given him a confused look because then he told me that ponygirls can't scream or laugh. When they do, the just whinny instead. By now the vet-tech had reentered the room to let the ponygirl out of the stocks and true to his word, she was whinnying and panicking because she couldn't talk anymore, because she was whinnying. There was feces bile and blood all around her. I was watching him move her to another area so he could clean it up when the vet suddenly ordered me to remove my pants. I refused and then the man that was escorting the ponygirl suddenly helped him to remove them for me. After thirty some odd years, I still don't know what I could have done to trip my self up. I mean, I'd been a boy until just a week before and the only difference there was at this point what my genital plumbing. I just wasn't doing anything differently, except basking in the glow of being treated as a boy again. It took a few minutes but soon the vet-tech noticed what was happening and came to my rescue but it was to late. I was standing there before the three men, bottomless. The vet was soon fuming at the vet-tech and the vet-tech was saying, "I was just asked to watch her, neither one of us said anything about sex. I just assumed." The next thing I remember was wearing a harness and sitting in a stall next to Sundae's. Sundae looked over at me and asked me what my new ponygirl name was. She sure had me going. I suddenly thought that this was a trap and that I'd be in the stocks next. Thankfully, it was nothing like that and I soon found myself in a dress having my nails done in the back of the nail salon next door, with Shadow and Sundae. The mares were back in their bridles so we couldn't talk and the girls doing our nails didn't speak English. But their boss did instruct them to give me a clear coat instead of painting my nails some gawd awful pink. It was here that I really paid attention to Shadow's feet. They weren't really like normal feet. I mean, they didn't have a heal to them. She only walked on the front of her feet. Sundae's weren't like that yet. They had also ran staples around her toes and through a rubber pad, before they entered the top of a pair of wooden hooves. Which in turn had rubber horseshoes on the bottom. One of the girls hit a nerve on Shadows toe and shadow's reaction earned her a slap across the face. Then all finished they washed our hair and put Sundae's up in a ponytail. While my was till to short to do anything like that with and Shadow had the usual ponygirl mane. After all of that they set us together in a large Jacuzzi bath and I watched Shadow simply melt. Thankfully, they took the girls bridles off and we could finely talk. "You can't imagine how much I look forward to this," Shadow told me. "With hooves it is way to hard to get out of the bathtub at home." Chapter Seven On our way to the ranch. I was now back in my own cloths and sitting in the back seat as I had when Sundae's father had driven us. While Shadow and Sundae rode in the back along with the rest of the ponygirls. Oh I'm sorry, I should have mentioned that although this was a club cab it wasn't like the first one. This one simply pulled a trailer that was by now, full of ponygirls. Two by two, every three feet, for about twelve feet is eight? I really felt sorry for the mares, when we hit the dirt road. I mean, it was bumpy enough for my and I wasn't trying to keep my footing in that trailer. But soon we were there. I took Shadow and Sundae's lead ropes and followed the ranch hands to the stables. Again I was in the same situation as before, noone knew I wasn't a boy. I'd tried to tell one of the drivers so that I wouldn't have the same problem but he'd simply told me to shut up and help the ranch hands with the mares. The stalls this time were in a circle around a round platform. They were all spaced about three feet apart at the foot. While the ponygirl's head was toward the room's wall. The ponygirls each had a vanity filled the space which separated each of the stalls along the wall. Then I headed for the cabin that Sundae's father had rented for the long weekend. It was cool and big and I had my own room with my suit case already in it. I didn't bother him and Jenna. I could hear they were busy in the other bedroom so I went back to the barn to chat with Sundae. She told me that there was nothing really to do now until Friday so we could ride horses if we wanted. That was to cool to me so I asked one of the ponygirl grooms if she could set it up for me. It seems that girls that worked on the property were all grooms, while the boys were the trainers and ranch hands. While owners of either sex could be trainers. I got to ride a really cool paint gelding called "Rocket." I kind of giggled at the thought that neither one of us had our balls anymore. While Sundae rode a small buckskin mare named "Clementine." She was Sundae's favorite. A trainer rode with us was on a fast bay gelding named "Dollar." He had a control box with him that was linked to the collar around Sundae's neck. If she bolted, he could just press a button and she would choke until he unlocked it. He'd demonstrated to me on her before we left. She went right to the floor and turned red in less than a heartbeat. That and this shrill, ear splitting siren on her back would sound. It would also go off if she got out of range of the controller. Sundae was also wearing a sports bra and a skirt. Just in case we ran into some locals on the trail. It was pretty much the uniform for ponygirls on the ranch. We only got to ride for about an hour that first day and then we had to get back so that I could feed Shadow and Sundae. Their dinner was in a big pot and each ponygirl got two cups of it. I pulled their feed bags from the wall and slopped in the gruel. I don't know if gruel is really a food or not but I always think of it as prisoner food and I don't think that any court would even allow you to serve this to prisoners. But both of them ate it up hungrily. Then I went back to the cabin. Shadow and Sundae could wonder around the barn but if they got too far way without an escort, their collars would go off. The range of the collars was neatly defined by a short white fence. Things were better on Friday when I was given one of the controllers of my own. This meant that we could go riding farther and not need an escort. It also meant that Sundae and I could talk. Sundae had told me not to tell anyone I was a girl in so that I could train her over the weekend. Of course that was always the plan but I hadn't known about the girls aren't trainers thing before. Staying with Sundae's father had helped. I hadn't needed to sleep in either the boy's or girl's dorms. So know one knew any better. Friday night Jenna dropped the bomb shell that she was pregnant at dinner. It had been obvious that she considered Sundae, "the other woman" and now she was planning to replace her. Other than that, things went well, that is until Saturday afternoon when the class trainer asked me why I wasn't sticking it to my pony. I mean, all the other trainers were. Well that is when my mouth moved before my brain and I told him I wasn't plumbed that way. That is when I was sent to the bleachers and he unloaded on Sundae's father. Jenna passed me smiling like a Cheshire cat and took Sundae's reins from the ranch hand that was holding them. They finished the lesson and then we packed everyone up and left, that evening, after dinner. Chapter Eight I now had one week left of Easter brake and I could see that Jenna was using the baby to try and push for selling his ponygirls. And things got worse when we were pulled over with Shadow driving. They were sent to the animal shelter, while I was picked up by my step-father at the police station. After the police sergeant had chewed his butt for a long while and threatened him with child endangerment. Then once home, I called Sundae's father to let him know. So he could rescue them as well. Well, they were held until he could go to court the following day and workout a deal. He lost his car, that was a given and Sundae was given the rest of the ponygirl genes. I watched at the window the whole three days as she went through it. I was the one that tube fed her every hour, cleaned her up and with the help of a towel and a bucket of water, I kept her cool. When I could stay up any more, I slept on the floor next to her but it was never really for more than an hour or two at a time. I really wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. Suddenly I'd gone from upset about suddenly being a girl, to worrying about my friend. Then on Thursday, her father offered to give us Shadow and Sundae. He felt that I'd give them the best care and so I got lectures from my parents all day Friday before they went for it. By the way, that was the same day that Sundae got out of the vets. I was now the proud owner of a ponygirl. It said so on the bill of sale. While my parents now owned Shadow. We worked all weekend converting the garage for them. It wasn't near done by Monday but we quickly ran out of time and they had to be moved. It didn't matter, in the end they always slept with me anyway. Chapter Nine Well Jenna's marriage lasted about a month after that and then it failed. It seemed that she'd never been pregnant at all. And Sundae's father suddenly wanted his family back. His money had been protected by a prepupal agreement but he could never get his family back the way they were before his little tryst. They were both ponygirls now and nothing could change that. He spent hours talking to my step-father. They eventually they agreed that the mares could live with him, as long as that is what they wanted and we kept ownership. Sundae told me that she'd like to live with him part time and that worked for him. While Shadow didn't really feel she fit in our family and so she was happy to take him back. I'd later find that he'd taken one extra step and set up all his assets in a trust that would pass to me when he died, for as long as I took care of his mares. But my step-father died first. It was a car accident. He'd run a red light in his little sports car and a truck hit him on the driver's side. We moved back to Southern California that summer and I went to a private high school. Ponygirls aren't allowed to got to public school but there weren't any laws against them going to private schools and this one accepted Sundae. It had a horsemanship program and boarded horses as well. Sundae's father came down to look it over and brought two horses so we'd get to ride all we wanted. They were Clementine and Rocket. The two horses we'd ridden at the ranch. We soon found ourselves riding a lot and I soon found myself in love, with a boy as well. He was local, cute and didn't live in the dorm like most of the guys. Took the horses and went skinny dipping in the river on our first date. Sundae was our lookout. By now, I had breasts and really looked like a girl. He worked ranches and had a convertible mustang and I loved to ride in it along the beach with both tops down (the car's and mine, I wore a tube top.) While Sundae rode in the back seat. I really loved him, I wonder where he is now. Chapter Ten So where am I now? Well, at least I still have Sundae. I've been married twice and have two kids. I used to work two jobs but Sundae's father helps us out now. By the way, he has a new significant other now and this one's a man. Shadow loves it (they both enjoy pretending with her, that they are straight at times) but Sundae still isn't sure. I'm finely the one with the new Mustang and I also own a small horse ranch. I've got six boarders and three of my own so far. I need at least twenty five more boarders to brake even. My mother lives with us and Sundae's parents spend most of the year with us as well. They just go back once in a while for a week or so, to check on the house and the business. As a ponygirl, Shadow and Sundae had both pretty much been retired since that day at the ranch. We are supposed to complete some yearly ponygirl training commitments to keep their licence current but we never have. They keep simply taking our money and renewing them every year. My daughter wants to be a ponygirl and I keep hoping that she'll change her mind. I've left her to care for ponygirls that are in the process of changing, just like I did with Sundae but that hasn't dissuaded her, so far. I guess I'll have to come up with a ponygirl name for her. Because it doesn't matter what I say, her father has already promised it to her for Christmas and the judge said that he'd let him. No wonder divorced parents grow to hate each other. I mean, I can see her point. She sees that I'm getting older and Sundae still looks a lot like she did in high school. And her father bought her best friend Julie after she went through it, as an enticement. I'll never forget one of our arguments she said, "so what, my father gets to fuck me. I'll be sterile so it isn't like we're going to have any flipper babies." Be for that, I'd just though that he wanted to be able to keep his sweet little girl for ever, as Sundae's father had. When I talked with my mother about it, she just said, if you can't beat them, join them. But if I did that then we'd lose everything. I know, my mother said that she could set it all up in a trust but I'm the glue that keeps it all together. She also reminded me that Sundae would probably out live me by more than twenty years and that ponygirls die of organ failure. The virus in their bodies fights most diseases by changing their chromosomes to that of a ponygirl. Ponygirls don't even have to worry about cancer for the same reason. The virus simply attacks the mutant cells. And I'd get my youth back. Sundae won't give me her opinion, her humanity was taken from her by her father and she doesn't want to influence me one way or the other. But if I do, it will affect her as well since we both would have to go back onto the ponygirl training regiment. Do I really want to give up my humanity? Why was I even considering this. It wasn't going to get Sally back. Once she's a ponygirl then she won't be my daughter any more and I won't even have visiting rights. I'll still be able to see her at the ponygirl camps because I can take Sundae. So why would I consider doing this, myself? Brad, my oldest answered that for me today. It is because I've always wanted to and he says I should go for it. Chapter Eleven I wasn't allowed to see Sally much after she passed her verbal test and they cut her hair on the right side, behind her ear, for her registration tattoo. And then my Sally was gone. I wasn't allowed at the vet clinic while she was changed and I was frantic all week. Then Brad said I should go ahead and do it. He was twenty six and he could take care of the ranch. So I went to the ponygirl classes and passed my tests and then got my registration tattoo. The old me is now dead and I'm "Pacific Sunshine." Unlike Sundae and Sally. I'm forty-six years old and two hundred and ten pounds. So they gave me a reducing shot first. This would take about four months and turn back the clock to when I was their age. It wasn't just getting rid of the fat but turning back the clock on my bones as well. There were other changes as well. I lost my K-9 teeth and the ones directly behind them, my ears got pointy and I picked up spots like Sundae. During this time I'd have to wear a collar and stay around the house. I'd be sick in bed for the first few days and then I'd start noticing that my cloths don't fit. Then after that, I'd be allowed to hang around the pool and not do much else, except shrink and my ponygirl training with my trainer. Four months of not doing anything drove me out of my mind. I couldn't fix meals because I'm a ponygirl and noone wants their pets to handle their food. I'm not looking forward to the next step but yet I am. I mean, it finely means that I'll be able to leave the house again and it will all be over. By the way, now that I'm smaller, Sundae and I are taking baths together again, just like we used to. I added a rope over the bathtub, so she could pull herself up and take a bath. Also I'm light enough now to fit in the tub with her again. My trainer isn't allowing me to wear clothing right now. So my son is seeing me naked for the first time and well, I'm sterile so as Shelly said, "We can't have any flipper babies." As a ponygirl, I don't have any choice in the matter anyway. Tom brings Shelly and Julie over everyday to gloat and have sex with me. But I do get to see my daughter. Her name is still "Shelly" and she is still as pretty as when she lived with me. Tom keeps her well dressed, clean and she is happy. My brothers also come over often now that it seems we are runny a one ponygirl brothel. That is the good part of having sex with a ponygirl, no babies and no STDs. The ponygirl virus attacks anything that come into my body and recreates it in it's own image. Except dick is seems. And the final transformation was even worse that I'd remembered it. Hours seemed like weeks and days seemed like years. It took me a few days afterward to even remember who I was. I was totally in a fog. Then the next week I started ponygirl training in earnest. Now I had a tail to swish and hooves to learn how to walk on. No, they weren't genetic hooves. They were just the wooden ones I'd described earlier. But they are hard to get used to. Especially trying to get up off the floor. I need to gather them under my butt and then shift my weight suddenly and jump at the same time. Then finely land on the floor, horseshoe first. Oh and the food still sucks. I thought that maybe my tastes would change but they don't. I did sneak something from the frig one night and true to their word, I threw it right back up. I can eat apples and most fruit just as real horses can. I just can't eat anything with meat in it. And I'm addicted to something they put in the ponygirl food because although I really hate it, I can't get enough of it. By the way, there are no tractors on my ranch. It is all ponygirl power. So they wake us up at five to I pull a cart with hay on it. Then once the horses are fed, I pull another cart that Brad puts the manure in. The hay isn't bad, we usually feet about a bail of alfalfa but Brad always over fills the manure cart. I don't understand it. A bail goes each feeding, that is two bails but we seem to end up pulling about four of manure. Gone are the days of freedom. I can't drive or even make most choices for myself. I am allowed in malls to shop with a chaperone but I have to stay away from the food court and any store that sells food. I like to show off my sassy ponygirl outfits but there are often a lot of ponygirls there, that don't have anything on. I haven't done that in public yet but I don't often wear much around the ranch. Brad just oils me up a few times a day and I've got a great tan. Epilog I can see why guys are attracted to the whole ponygirl thing. They don't have to worry about their wives health, she can't talk back to him and he can have sex with her any time he likes. Best of all, she stays pretty and if he gets tired of her, there isn't the hassle of divorce. He just takes her to a ponygirl auction and even then, he ends up with money in his pocket. For the ponygirl it sucks. As women we are already worried about or looks and finding a mate. Then there are all the diseases that an unfaithful partner can bring home. With just simply getting old as the last straw. So what if you could avoid all that by simply becoming an animal, an object for your owner's pleasure. You'll always have sex partners, food and a roof of some kind over your head. Hey, as a ponygirl you even live longer, if you can really call it living. That's it for now. I hope that you enjoyed the story and please let me know if you have any ideas to expand it. So Happy Trails, ponygirlTS