I lie in Victoria's warm embrace, our bodies wrapped in a soft blanket, and after passionate lovemaking, I feel my eyelids closing with exhaustion, my mouth resting lightly on her shoulder, my tail moving lazily under the blanket, and in that moment of happiness, as I hear her calm breathing, my whole story flashes through my mind, the one that brought me here, from that fateful morning to this night, and I realize how the loss of part of my humanity was ultimately the price I paid for the love I found. If that hadn't happened to me back then, we wouldn't be together today, falling asleep in each other's arms. I think about how everything has changed, how I lost my human form but gained something much deeper, a love that keeps me alive, and now, as I fall asleep, those memories come back to me like waves, full of pain but also hope.

  I remember how I, then young, beautiful, long-haired blonde, had just found out that a teaching position had opened up at a nearby kindergarten. My heart leapt with joy because I had just finished school and had dreamed countless times about this moment when I would finally apply for my first job, where I would be surrounded by children's innocence and laughter. I was so looking forward to working with children, to those little hands that would paint rainbows and build castles out of blocks. I imagined how I would share their joy, teach them about a world full of magic, and how they would become part of my life. I thought it was my destiny, that I was finally starting to live my dream.

  I walked down the street smiling at everyone I met. The sun was shining on my back and I felt invincible, as if the world belonged to me, full of possibilities and without a single shadow. I remember walking into the kindergarten director's office, my heart pounding with excitement and nervousness. I shook hands with the director, whose name was Victoria. She was a pretty middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a firm handshake. We talked, smiled, and I told her about my dreams, how I love fairy tales, and how I want to open the door to the world of fantasy for children. She described the kindergarten as a place full of magic, where children learn through play, and finally we shook hands to seal the deal. I felt my throat tighten with happiness and thought to myself, "This is it, my beginning, I finally have the job I've always wanted, and now I'll be able to live my life to the fullest, without fear of the future."

  My first day at work was like a dream. I sat with the children in the classroom and read them a fairy tale about a unicorn. Their eyes sparkled with curiosity. They asked me if I would like to be a unicorn, and I, wanting to preserve the magical atmosphere, agreed with a smile and said, "Yes, children, imagine that, being a unicorn with a magic horn that grants wishes, who wouldn't want that?" But suddenly my fingers began to tingle, the book fell from my hands to the floor with a soft thud, my hands and feet turned into horse hooves, my nose and mouth stretched into a horse's muzzle, a unicorn horn grew on my forehead, and a horse's tail grew out from under my dress. My heart was pounding with fear, I tried to shake the heavy hooves off my hands, but I couldn't. I could only feel the enormous weight of the horseshoes as I waved them in the air. I noticed that I could see something in my field of vision, so I reached out my hand toward the long horse's muzzle that was now staring at me like something out of a nightmare. Panic gripped me like claws. What was happening? Why was my body betraying me? I thought to myself, this must be a dream, a terrible dream. Why is this happening to me now, when I've finally found my place? The children were looking at me.

  With difficulty, I got up from my chair, my hooves sliding across the floor, and ran out of the classroom. Behind me, I heard children's laughter turn into confused cries. I felt lost, as if the whole world had collapsed. I remember running into the principal's office and Victoria jumping up from her chair in surprise, her eyes wide with horror. I tried to ask for help, I opened my mouth, but my speech was very incomprehensible, with a horse's mouth and horse's teeth I was unable to articulate and my voice sounded like a horse's neigh, the only thing that came out of me was a neighing "Help, what happened?". I was terrified, tears streaming down my muzzle. I thought it was the end, my dreams were falling apart. What would I do? How would I explain this? I was a monster. Victoria was also terrified, but she remembered a story about something similar that had happened somewhere else, but she had always thought it was made up. She understood what was happening, got up from the table, approached me carefully, hugged me, and comforted me, her voice trembling: "Emily, my God, it's a group childhood fantasy, I've heard about it, it can change reality. Calm down, go home, we'll find a solution." I pressed myself against her, feeling her heartbeat, but the horror did not leave me. I wondered how we would find a solution. It was permanent, I could feel it in my bones. She sent me home in a kind tone that gave me at least a glimmer of hope, but inside I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

  I walked through the city, my hooves clattering on the sidewalk like an echo of my despair. People watched me in surprise, turning around, some laughing, others pointing at me and taking pictures with their cell phones. I was terribly ashamed, I felt naked under their gaze and wondered why me, why now? The horn on my forehead felt like a fool's crown, my horse's muzzle weighed down my head, my hooves were heavy and clumsy. Everyone was looking at me as if I were a circus attraction. I wanted to hide, to disappear. Everyone was turning around and staring in amazement at the strange creature. I heard whispers: "What kind of mask is that?" I wanted to sink into the ground. I felt humiliated, lost. I encountered my first problem in front of my house. I couldn't get a grip with my horse hooves. I desperately tried to pull the handle, but my hooves slipped on the metal. After a long struggle, I somehow managed to get the handle between my horseshoes and enter the house. My heart was pounding with relief, but also with fear of what was to come. I wondered how I would live now that I couldn't grab onto anything, trapped in my own body. Why did this happen to me? What did I do wrong? I ran to the bathroom, my hooves thundering across the floor, and stopped in front of the mirror to see my new face for the first time. I was horrified. Instead of my beautiful face, I saw a half-woman, half-horse with a horn on her forehead. My small teeth had turned into huge horse incisors, behind which was a toothless gap, and at the back of my long muzzle were molars. I cried desperately, tears dripping from my eyes onto the floor. I thought to myself, "This isn't me, this is a monster. How can I change it back? This snout is so long and heavy, and the horn sticks out like a mockery. I've lost my beauty, my identity. Who will love me now? I'm alone forever."

  I was terribly thirsty, I hadn't drunk anything since morning. There was a glass of water on the table that I had left there in the morning, but I couldn't grab it with my hooves. In the end, I knocked the glass over and the water spilled all over the table. I felt desperate. These heavy hooves are like shackles, I can't do anything, why am I so helpless, this is worse than death. Finally, I went to the sink. I remembered seeing horses drink in a documentary. With great effort, I pressed the lever with my hoof and drank from the sink, gulping like a horse. It was desperate, it was humiliating, water dripped down my muzzle, but I managed to quench my thirst. I thought about how I had ended up having to live like an animal, losing my dignity, becoming just a creature. My tears mixed with the water, and I felt broken.

  I tried to undress in the bedroom, I had been in those clothes all day, but without hands I couldn't grasp them, my clumsy hooves slipped on the fabric and tore it randomly, I cried desperately, I felt trapped in those clothes, my tail swaying behind me like a reminder of my fall, my snout getting in the way when I tried to bend over, I wondered how I would manage. I am like a child who cannot dress herself, I have lost my independence, who will help me?

  I heard someone opening the front door, I ran to them, my hooves thundering. Victoria stood in the doorway, her eyes full of compassion, she hugged me tightly and promised to take care of me, to help me with everything. So this strange lady, whom I didn't even know that morning, said to me, "Emily, you are not alone. I'll help you with everything." I felt the warmth of her embrace and wondered where this kind stranger got so much kindness, why she was helping me. I am grateful to her, but I am afraid that it is only temporary, and tears flowed again.

  Victoria realized that I probably hadn't eaten anything since morning. She pulled me into the kitchen and prepared a full bowl of salad for me. Hungry, I ate like a horse, straight from the bowl, without using my hands, my nose buried in the vegetables. I felt humiliated, but hunger won out. I thought about how I had gotten into this situation, that I would never be able to use cutlery again and would have to eat like an animal. This is my new reality, how will I accept it? Victoria watched me with pity in her eyes, and I felt even more vulnerable.

  In the evening, Victoria took me to the bathroom, took off her jacket and skirt, and remained in her underwear. Her movements were gentle. She undressed me, I was embarrassed, a strange woman I didn't know was undressing me, I felt the cold air on my skin. I thought how embarrassing it was to be so exposed in front of someone I barely knew, and she helped me into the bathtub. My horse hooves slipped on the bathtub, and I almost fell. Victoria caught me and held me in her arms, filled the tub with warm water, washed me with a sponge, and I wondered how it happened that I couldn't even wash myself. I am like I am in handcuffs, my hands are useless, my heavy snout obstructs my view, the ridiculous horn on my forehead is reflected in the water, I am completely dependent on the help of this kind stranger. I thought about my condition and started crying, why did fate do this to me, I lost everything that made me human, tears dripped into the water. Then Victoria cleaned my horse teeth with a brush, and I cried desperately again. The feeling in my mouth was strange and unpleasant. I thought about how absurd it was to have teeth like a horse. I felt sorry for Victoria, and she cried too. She hugged me and wet my skin with her tears: "Emily, it hurts me to see you like this, but we'll get through this together, I promise." I felt her tears on my skin. Our shared pain brought us closer, and I thought that maybe all was not lost when there was someone who cared about me. She dressed me in a nightgown, combed my hair and my horse's tail. It was awful, someone had to comb my ponytail, I had a ponytail, the comb slid through my hair, I kept crying desperately and thinking how absurd it was to have a ponytail that needed care, I was like an animal in a zoo. She put me to bed, covered me with a blanket, and then lay down next to me.

  Her body was warm. She promised me she would take care of me, that she wouldn't leave me, that I didn't have to be afraid. She said, "From now on, I'm here for you, Emily, don't be afraid of the night." I wondered where this strange lady got so much kindness from. I thought about how I had wanted to go to my first job in the morning, and now I was completely dependent, with a strange woman lying in my bed. But her presence gave me peace.

  In the morning, I woke up in a bed bathed in sunlight shining into my eyes through my snout. I was alone, but after a while Victoria came and brought me a cup of coffee to bed, which she held to my snout. I drank carefully, it was so good and so hot, the steam rose up into my nose, I could feel it in my long snout, I thought how strange it was to drink like this, but at least I had someone to help me. Victoria dressed me in clean clothes, her hands were gentle on my skin, she put on the suit she had come in yesterday. We were together in the kitchen, Victoria put bread in my mouth, I ate it, it was so unusual to eat with that long horse's mouth, it was a strange feeling, the bread crunched between my incisors, but somehow it worked, I thought, I'll adapt, I have to. Victoria put a mug of cocoa to my snout, I drank it, the sweetness ran down my throat and I felt grateful. Victoria told me she understood that in this state I didn't want to go anywhere and that I would voluntarily imprison myself at home, but she had to go to work and couldn't help me during the day, and she knew I needed help. She simply forced me to accept my condition and go to work with her. Besides, the children at the nursery would surely be thrilled to have a "fairytale" unicorn teacher, I would be with the children, I would have a job, and I wouldn't be drowning in tears over my fate. Victoria would have me close by at work, and I could ask her for help whenever I needed it. She said, "Emily, I know it's hard, but come with me. The children need you, and you need them so you don't stay alone with your thoughts." In the end, I agreed. I felt fear, but also a spark of hope. Maybe she's right. I can't hide forever. I have to face the world. So I went to work with Victoria.

  We walked through the city together, Victoria holding my hoof. Her hand was warm. People took pictures of me and stared at me again, whispering and flashing their cell phones. I felt embarrassed when I thought about those looks again, but with her by my side, it hurt less. Victoria saw my embarrassment and put her arm around my waist to support me, saying, "Hang in there, Emily, we're in this together." My hooves clattered on the sidewalk, but I felt strength from her presence. We were at the kindergarten, and the children were excited about their unicorn teacher, hugging me with their little hands, jumping around me and shouting, "Miss Emily, you're like a fairy tale, can we play with your tail?" I tried to smile and felt the warmth of their love melt my pain, and I thought that the children accepted me, maybe this was my new role, a fairy-tale creature for them.

  Half a year passed, I learned to function with my new body, I visited a speech therapist and learned to speak even with a horse's mouth, but I couldn't change my voice, which sounded like a horse's neigh. I learned to grasp things between my hooves, to clamp them between my horseshoes. We walked through the city with Victoria, both of us in winter coats, the snow crunching under my hooves, and we talked about all sorts of things. Victoria was no longer a stranger to me, but a very close person to whom I felt gratitude and love, which slowly grew like a flower.

  I thought about how a stranger had become my savior. I love her. People have gotten used to me. They greeted me warmly. I replied cheerfully, "Hi, how are you?" They replied, "Hi, Emily, you look great today!" They considered me a strange local celebrity, which made me feel accepted, and even though the world had changed, I had my place in it. We sat together on the couch in the evening, watching TV, drinking hot tea, and I realized that my relationship with Victoria was no longer just friendly. All evening I thought about kissing her, but I was afraid that Victoria would find a kiss with a horse's mouth disgusting. My heart was pounding, I was determined, I wondered what if she rejected me, but the desire was stronger and in the end I timidly kissed her on the lips, my mouth gently touching her lips. Victoria unexpectedly did not pull away, but passionately kissed me back, her hands caressing my neck, and she said breathlessly, "Emily, I feel it too. For so long I was afraid you would reject me, that you would see me as someone who can kiss horses." We both stood up, our hearts beating in unison, and ran to the bedroom, laughter mingling with desire. It occurred to me that love ultimately conquers all. In the bedroom, we made passionate love, her touch like fire on my skin, my hooves clumsily but lovingly embracing her, my tail swayed to the rhythm, my mouth kissed her body, and I felt ecstasy that transcended all boundaries, thinking that this was true freedom, that even with this body, I was whole. And now, as I fall asleep next to her, I am glad that I have found such a kind woman as my partner, who did not abandon me when things were at their worst, who sacrificed herself for me, and who also loves me. In light of what I have gained, the loss of part of my humanity is no longer so painful. I think about how pain has turned into happiness, and I fall asleep peacefully.

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