Room 327- Saturday morning

[notconflicted]

Sia had been here all of a couple weeks, and she'd been woefully underprepared for the idea that she might turn into a pony. That, believe it or not, had not made it into the brochure

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[twintuitionist]

Juliet was seated on her bed, trying to paint the tips of her hooves red with a nailpolish brush held in her mouth. She was having a surprising amount of success.

She shifted the brush to the corner of her mouth to talk. "You look pretty," she offered. "For a pony."

[notconflicted]

That did help a little.

"Thank you. And why exactly are we ponies?" Maybe it was an obvious question...

[twintuitionist]

"MMMMphthmffnnnn---" Okay, Juliet couldn't talk with the polish brush in her mouth. She grimaced a bit as she shifted it to the side again. "Because the island does this sometimes," she said. "It also likes to make us little kids. Or boys. And one time I was a puppy."

She'd been adorable.

"It usually goes away after a few days."

[notconflicted]

Turning into a boy or a puppy was going to have to wait for what Sia decided was the more important part of what she'd just heard. "Days?" she repeated. "I refuse to be like this for a few days."

[twintuitionist]

Juliet snorted, which was a more horsy sound than she liked it to be. "There's no way to change back just because you want to," she reported. "I wish there was."

[notconflicted]

"Is there someone in charge of making this happen?" Sia wondered.

If so, they were getting mindtricked into fixing it and then mindwiped entirely. It was for the common good.

[twintuitionist]

"If there were, there'd be a line out their door days like today," Juliet said reasonably. "Either it's nobody, or they're super-good at hiding it."

[notconflicted]

"If there is someone, I will find them and make them pay for this," Sia said, punctuating the statement with a stamping of one hoof.

She looked down towards that leg. "I have no idea why I did that."

She was so not a foot-stomper.

[twintuitionist]

"Because it was fun?" Juliet, who was a foot-stomper to begin with, offered.

[notconflicted]

Sia tried it again, tentatively, like she was just now thinking about how all four legs worked. "I'm not sure I would go that far," she decided. "This will take some getting used to. Meanwhile you can paint your... toes."

[twintuitionist]

"I'm really flexible," Juliet said, and if ponies could shrug she would have. "I think it carries over."

[notconflicted]

"Somehow I doubt my talents have," Sia sighed. What was she going to do, fight someone with a lightsaber in her mouth?

[twintuitionist]

"Could you test?" Juliet wondered. "I would totally test, unless it was computer programming or something like that. I don't want to break my keyboard."

[notconflicted]

"Possibly, but I worry about needing to go to the clinic because I've cut off a limb while temporarily transformed," Sia admitted. Sure, she could get those parts replaced back home, but...

[twintuitionist]

"I don't even know if the clinic has a veterinarian," Juliet mused. "And I'm not great with blood. Maybe it's better not to find out."