It all started, as I had found SirJeff's site on the net, while browsing for ponies. Pony-Girls, they had spoken of, and it all sounded, and looked so exciting to me, as I went over the site. Maybe I could be one of these girls?

As it turned out, the address is just close enough, for me to venture there alone on my own. I just turned eighteen as the summer break started a week ago, which's why I have my own computer, and enough time to explore it in the first place.

Finding myself dreaming of myself, as one of the Pony-Girls in the story I had just red, as I found the story section. I had found the stories intriguing, exciting, even. Looking at my reflection in the barn window, my flaxen hair hanging down, well past my shoulders, as I stopped by, for the breath moment. Enjoying the idea of getting up, several inches, just not entirely sure, how the hoof boots, as they had been referred to, as mentioned in the story would work.

Dreams mixed and intermingling in my head, making my skin a vibrant pinkish cerise. Ponyish ears on the top of my head? A muzzle, where my tiny nose had been before? Somehow, my eyes in the reflection are purple, not my usual green, or the more traditional brown you commonly see among proud ponies? Yet, my lips still are red, are they not?

My body mainly the same, rounded small jigglies on top of my chest, just like they had been, for the last few years. Nipples, somewhat larger then you may recall them, but otherwise, no real changes? As a pony, nude in the wild, I can clearly see my body, just like that, I can clearly see the mound, and the orchid on the top of it. Only I see no bodily hairs, just as well.

Pondering where the respective details came from? I have a clear image of how a pony looks, since I had been hanging out in the stables, every evening, once my homework had been done. Just like I had a clear image of the ponies I was playing with, as a small girl, all these many years back. My little pony, the very first one of them, had been that cerise, and her eyes had been purple, as I recall. Back then, the dolls had been plastic. I still have them, in fact, just rarely play with them these days. They are in a shelf, by my desk, looking down at me, and making sure I do my home work every night.

I woke up early, before the alarm would have been set to go off, that is. If not for the fact that it is in the summer, need not go up early.

Once awake, I slip out from under my quilt, sitting up, wide awake, that is. Picking the top, from where it lay on my night stand to the side of my bed. Rising my hands over my head, slipping it on, before I stand up. Slipping the panties of yesterday off of me, allowing them to lay on the floor for but a moment, as I pick up a fresh pair of panties, I had prepared the night before. Lifting a foot, slipping the panties on, then lifting the other foot, before pulling them up, the rest of the way.

From here, I pick up my skirt, it's short, white, just like the top, since it is a warm day. Or, it had been the day before, it's too early to know. Once I had slipped the skirt on, I bend over, picking up the panties, placing them in the wash bin, leaving them there.

I go out, moving to the kitchen. Hungry I ponder what to eat. I found a few eggs and bacon in the fridge, thus take these, frying them. Once they're done, I placed them on a plate, pick a fork, sit down and eat.

Placing the plate and fork in the dishing machine, before I change my mind, picking a few carrots, enjoying them, before I'm about to move on.

I leave a message I had written the other day, stating that I was to be out all day, and most likely sleeping over at some friends place. With that, I slip my shoes on, before I walk out, locking the door after myself, leaving my home.

I had walked all the was to the barn, where the site had stated that it was to be. I had not been disappointed, it's there, alright, just the way I had hoped, while reading about it.

Once I had arrived at the barn, I looked around, realising, just how early it was. No point going home, though, so I walk up to the main door, hoping someone was there.

It had been a fairly short walk, going here, but I'm sure I would not regretted to go here, had it been several times as far.

Once I came closer, looking at the wooden building before me, I notice that the doors are open, inviting me in, almost as if someone had insisted on it. Naturally, I can't help myself, but walk right in, into the building. Once inside, I can see a sign, a plaque on the door on the right, reading “shower”. Intrigued, I open the door, entering, only to see that it is a changing room, just like the one at school, with a line of showers to the right.

In surprise, I notice the shower gel, in each and every one of the shower cabins. It's apparently a clear gel, lacking both colour and odour. Convenient, one may say.

Another convenience is the large towels, hanging at each and every seat, just outside the shower. A florescent white, looking too clean to dare use? It came with only the faintest hint of a blue tint to it. Naturally they are all plain, except for the names. That's the surprise, one of them actually came with my name on it.

On closer examination, it is numbered, and the numbers match the numbers of the shower.

Not that it is dark in the room, but I could still see the faint glow of the towels. Holding the towel the name tab indicated was for me, I could see it even more clearly, particularly, where I hold it with my bare hands. I did not test it, if this effect was my body heat, or if it was me.

That makes it, and with that, I had made up my mind, I was to have a shower here. I started with stripping out of my clothes. Slipping out of my shoes, before I made my skirt fall to the floor, placing it on my seat. Then I pulled my top off of me, placing it on top of my skirt. Once I had placed my panties on the pile, I'm nude, naked. This did not bother me. I always have my showers nude, who wouldn't? What's the point, putting clothes on, while shower?

Stepping into the shower, waiting for the briefest of moments, before I activated the shower, feeling hot water flowing down my body from overhead. Enjoying myself.

The water had been warm, just enough to make it enjoyable. Just cool enough, not to be causing me any discomfort. Exactly the way I like it.

Stepping out of the flow of water, for just the time it takes to use the gel I had found in the shower. Enjoying the thick liquid gel, slowly spreading it all over my skin, and rubbing it into my hair, feeling clean, as I did it. Taking my time, enjoying myself. It did not take as much of the gel, as one may expect.

Feeling the leathery mass wash off of me, flowing down the drain, as the water once more hit me from overhead. Naturally, I enjoy the sensations. Feeling clean, like never before, not knowing, or caring, exactly what the gel was, or what it was doing to me, my skin, my hair, as I stand still, silently, enjoying myself.

Imagining it was just like the soap, thus making my skin feel more slippery. Just like it made my hair chine in an overly luxury manner. Just not too much to make me worry.

In the end, I had to go out, leave the shower, in order to dry myself off, my skin, my hair. Enjoying the silky sensation of the fluffy towel. It had been just a bit softer then I had expected. Just like it had dried me off, just a little bit faster, more efficient, then I had imagines it would.

Once dry, I put the towel back where I had found it. It's still as clean as it had been, I had noticed, with some surprise. Just like it's still warm, and barely damp. Not moist enough, to hang it up to dry. I smile at the experience. What else could I possibly do?

There are foot steps, or are these hoof steps, judging by the little noises I hear. Maybe that's why I did not react? Is that why I'm not embarrassed, as I see a face in the door way?

“Welcome to our little herd!” she exclaimed.

"Hiya!” I replied, not sure, what else to say. What could, or should I say, I had no idea.

“You've enjoyed your shower, I see!” she continued.

“Yes, it was great. Glorious. Never had expected it to be quite this good!” I replied.

Then she just looked at me, with her big eyes. A knowing grin I couldn't have expected from a girl, or pony, or pony-girl. Not someone looking so cute and innocent, as she did.

“Right this way!” she said, nodding at me, indicating for me to follow her.

I looked at her with question in my eyes, as if I had forgotten something. Did not quite know what I was about to ask.

“Don't worry. The room will be exactly the same, next time you're back!” she told me, urging me on.

I simply followed her, giving up the thought that had refused to surface. What ever it had been.

"Forgive me. I forgot to present myself. I'm Celeste!” she told me.

Naturally, she had known my name. She had seen where I sat, and red the name from the towel I had been holding in my hands, as she entered. Had I failed to cover myself? Had I tried, or even cared? Either way, what's the difference?

“This way!” she urged me, as she reached a new door.

I followed her into the small room, barely noticing it, as she closed the door after herself, as I had entered the room, looking at the chair, the seat, placed in the middle of the small room.

She had presented me with a hot foot bath, and I had accepted. What I had taken for water carried the scent of roses, and cinnamon, was it? I'm not sure, but did not ask. I enjoy the moment, for as long as it was to last.

The hot water is oddly relaxing to me. Maybe just a little bit more, then I had imagined it could be? Was there something more in the water, aside from that scent? Either way, I enjoy the treat.

For some reason, the water remains warm, I guess it is heated, in some unseen manner. I would imagine it should have been cooling off, much faster then it actually did. Even at the end, as I was told to lift my feet out of the water, I could feel the heat radiate from it, as it clearly is well above my average body heat. Never was too hot, just like it never became too cool, for my comfort.

A girl much like me soon dried my feet off, as I lifted my feet out of the water. She's using a pink towel, that feels very soft to the touch. Much softer then I had expected.

She then picks up my right foot in her hand, before she slowly and carefully rubs in a clear gel, covering the sole of the foot. By the time she had finished with the right foot, I can clearly feel it is entirely relaxed, much more then I'm used to. At this point, she picks up my left foot, repeating the process.

Naturally, I had closed my eyes, intent to enjoy the treat, for as long as it was to last, thus I did not really see her enough to describe her, as if her looks had changed anything?

In this relaxed state, she could have bent my feet well beyond reason, it would not have hurt, and I wouldn't have complained. Only she did not bend either of my feet. As I relax, they hang limply. I had no control of any of the muscles in my feet, at this point, which should have bothered me, but the relaxation felt too good, for me to consider.

I did not look up, but allowed my eyes to stay closed, in order for me to enjoy the moment, the sensations. Maybe it is an illusion, that you could enjoy a moment more, or experience it deeper, when you close your eyes? Yet, I went with the notion, deeming all else mere distractions.

I did not even feel, when she pressed the two rubbery 'plates' towards the soles of my feet, thus fixing the pose in a very unexpected position. Maybe it wouldn't have been, in consideration, of where we were, and what's the purpose?

It's but a first step on the way. She had it all planned, even if she was not the master of the original design, merely the hands, performing the acts required, to make it manifest. Not that it mattered, not to me.

I feel her wet hands, slowly move over my feet, left, then right, in a massaging manner. What she truly did, I had no idea, it did not matter, not at this point. What's important, is how she made me feel. Or, what the end result was to be?

She had started, moving her fingers around, and in between my toes, one by one, then up my foot, over the heel, and all the way up, finishing, or rather, turning back at my knee. Then simply repeated the movements, all in the reverse. It's her hands, the hands I desired to feel, for some reason. I loved the touch, her touch.

She then placed something on the tip of my foot, once on the top, but first, under. Just after she had finished both feet, that is. What it was, I had no idea, it wasn't important, at the time. Yes, at the time, that is.

I could clearly feel her fingers, repeating the process, all over, just as she had just done. My feet still completely and utterly relaxed. Maybe my feet still did require the support, of what she had covered my feet with?

At this time, my feet, barely resembling, what was equine. Maybe because it is lacking definition? Yet, it is the beginning, of what I'm about to become, it is a hint, of what I had still not seen.

She had moved away from my feet, leaving them, as they were, unfinished? Yet, what could I say? I have no idea, since I had neither seen, or realised, I had not felt the difference, just yet.

Her hands, her fingers, on my face. I feel the slippery, wet, and glistering traces of her fingers, as they started out, covering the eyes, my eyelids. Only my face, not relaxed. Maybe, just maybe, it isn't required? Yet, my eyes remain closed, for now. How could I open my eyes, interrupting her? Or, I'm simply incapable of opening my eyes, at this point?

I felt her finger on my lips, slipping right and left, several times, even an inch in, inside of my mouth, but I can't say I felt any taste, just the wet sensation. The wet remained, lingered, even inside of my mouth. Only then, it slowly slipped away, all at once, all over. Only nothing had changed?

I feel something on my face, it covered my nose, and slipped into my mouth, in between my lips. Then that sensation just vanished. Nothing had changed, yet, everything had changed. It's all one and all the same, you'd feel confused.

Of course, I'm waiting, but not for long. I love the touch of her fingers, as they move all over the skin. What's strange, for but the moment, then it no longer occurred to me, I feel the skin, such as the surface is, not where it had been. There is an equine muzzle, where my nose and lips had been.

Only once she had finished, my face, there apparently is another spot to deal with. I feel her fingers, her hands. I feel wet, all wet, just not just the regular feeling, it is exciting, as her fingers move all around, covering my mound, my rump? Inside and out. Oh, and there she is again. I feel her fingers, all over. Then there is another change, as she placed something on top of my mound, something out of thick rubber. I feel it slip in, inside of me. It covers my mound. Had I looked, I should have seen, the new delicately moulded mound, with the orchid on top. Then, she slipped something in, inside of me, once more, only from behind. Maybe it is one, two or three inches in? I can feel it, but for a few instants. She is placing her hands on me, her hands, her fingers, moving over me, my mound, and my rump, in her massaging manner.

I feel her, she's wet, as she covers me, but, I did feel, as if her fingers still are slipping over my skin.

"The Adventure" has begun. Now I become who I somehow sensed I really am.