Soul of the Centaur!

True Form:

Suddenly, something had just clicked. Inside of me. Something had slipped into place. Knowing who I am. A Centaur. No longer a mere girl, but a centaur fillie.

Something I'm proud of. Not that I'm prideful. Just that, why be ashamed of it. To hide it? This is who I am. My dreams sudenly making sence.

Maybe I had been a centaur in my dreams all my life? The black hide of my back. Red hooves. It's not as if these came from ponies. Even if I had adored ponies. My heroes were always ponies, I guess?

Guess this is why the seat at school felt so tight?