My Little Pony: Equestria Girls-Mini: Season Of Change

Chapters

Episode One: Becoming the Rainbow
Episode Two: Walking in The Twilight
Episode Three: A Rare Sight in The Morning
Episode Four: Feeling Pink so Early
Episode Five: Shyly Cute

Episode One: Becoming the Rainbow

Equestria Girls-Mimi:

Episode One:

Becoming the Rainbow

Ever had one of these mornings when you rolled onto something that woke you straight up? That happened to me, except with one difference; whatever I rolled over was connect to my body. I yelped as I jumped straight up, and straight out of my bed. I guess I should count myself lucky that I didn’t have anything near my bed, or I probably would have gotten knocked back into dream land. The fall did knock the wind out me, and that caused my head to swim slightly.

Nothing liked being rudely awaken and falling out of your own bed to start the day, right?

I lay there for about two minutes, and allowed my head to stopping swimming. It did not help that I was a little hung-over from a little light drinking I did at a party last night. My head stopped swimming around the third minute, and it was at this time that I become aware of something against my back. I looked over my right shoulder and nearly fainted.

There, clear as day, was a tail. However, it wasn’t just any old tail; it was a horsetail, a rainbow colored horsetail!

I lay there, looking at the new addition to my being, as it swings back and forth, liked it had a mind of it own. I think I stared at the thing for five minutes, before my curiosity got the better of me. I slowly reached out with my right hand, and gingerly ran my finger through the item. I shivered when I felt a new sensation go through my entire body. I hate to admit this, I truly do, but this confirms that this tail was connected to my body, and not stuck to my rear, liked I first hoped.

I began to fear something was wrong with me, but I quickly calm down as a thought entered into my head. I was at a party late night, with alcohol and probably some drugs. I don’t which one I had to cause this strange illusion; the happenings of last night are somewhat hazy.

“I must have taken some LSD or something close to it,” I mused lazily.

Nature suddenly called and I had to answer, so I stood up and left my room. I walked awkwardly down the hall, probably due to whatever was still in my system and not because the tail kept getting caught between my legs. That would mean the thing was real, and that was just plain silly. I entered the bathroom and closed the door out of habit, right onto my tail.

My eyes snapped opened fully, and tears swelled up under them. There was no way too accurately described the pain I in. At best, I think it was liked having someone kicked you in the balls, while their friend rammed you from behind right at the moment of impacted. Yeah, it something closed to that.

The pain was so intense; I lost all feeling in my lower half and sank to my knees. This had the unfortunate action of pulling my tail somewhat, and sent another wave of pain through me. I nearly blacked out, that’s how bad the pain was. I was finally able to stand, after five minutes when feeling had returned to my lower half. I opened the door, and watched as my tail, my TAIL, fell to my side. I then limped over to the toilet, closed the lid, and took a seat.

I gingerly held the appendage, and stroke it. I wince slightly when my fingers touched the tender zone. For something that has no bones, it hurts like no tomorrow when something hits it. I continue to stroke the tail, careful to avoid the tender zone, and allowed the feeling in my lower half to return completely.

I found stroking my new tail strangely comforting, I would admit. It was just so soft and smooth, like it just had been brushed or something. And the feeling it was giving me was almost overwhelming. The only thing keeping me from getting lost in that feeling was the grim realization I just had. This was no hallucination; the pain proves that to me. So if this is real, then that meant I had somehow grown a horse’s tail overnight. I sighed faintly and let my tail go lazily watching it dropped to my right.

“Great, just great,” I muttered in bitter sarcasm. The one time I decided to disobey my parents and go out while they away, and what do I get for it…a horse’s TAIL!!”

I sigh heavily and stood up. I turned towards the toilet, opened the lid, and drained. I frown as I noticed something was off about my member. I didn’t look down, instead filing under ‘check later’ note, and fleshed. I was about to leave when I caught a glance of myself in the mirror. I looked at it, and felt my stomach tie itself into a tight knot.

Before I tell you what I saw in the mirror, let me fill in a few gaps about myself. I’m eighteen, and nearly six feet even. I have light tan skin, and black hair. Finally, my eyes are brown with just a small hint of a green tint to them. This morning I was wearing gray PJ bottoms, and a white muscle shirt. My body itself is lean and tone, the body of a track and field runner, which I am a member of.

This wasn’t what I was looking in the mirror this morning, and to be blunt like a rock, it scared me.

I still have my tan skin, and lean built, but I was shorter, maybe about 4 to 5 inches. I also realized that my body is slightly slimmer; it is just not noticeable if you’re not looking for it. But what really got me was my hair; it had changed into a rainbow coloring, like my new tail, and slightly long in the back with massy bangs all around. The final piece was the eyes; they were now red, close to magmata I would guess.

I finally connected the dots and realized something about the hair and tail. I knew I had seen the tail before, but my mind refused to connect them, until this moment. And what I saw should have been impossible.

“…I looked like a “Rainbow Dash” Cosplayer,” I said breathlessly.

I looked behind me, and watched as my tail, my TAIL, swing back and forth, like it had a mind of its own. I next noticed something on my thighs, and looked at it more closely. I wasn’t all that surprise when I saw that it Rainbow Dash’s Cutie Mark. What surprised me is that I could see the mark; I was wearing pants after all.

Oh, I did forget to mention that I do watch MLP: FIM, but I never consider myself a brony. I’m really a closet geek, watching and collecting cartoons, Anime, comic books, and even card games. I only do Track and Field to keep in shape, and hopeful avoid my family’s heredity health issues. And it’s not like I keep my interest a secret from anyone, heck half of my teammates knows about my hobbies and some even share in them.

I sigh faintly and looked away from the mark. My day is official weird, and it’s not even eight yet. I closed the lid to the toilet and took a seat on it. I needed to hold my tail, my TAIL, to avoid sitting on it. I began to stroke the thing again, as I began to think back, back to last night.

My five closest friends and I were invited to a college party, due to one of my Track & Fields teammate’s brother hosting the thing. I wouldn’t normally go to those kinds of things, but I was graduating in more then six months, so I thought I might as well go, just for simple bragging rights. Things were going good; I was having a blast, and even meant this hot babe. I don’t remember much after that, because the beer was brought out. The last clear memory I had was talking to something I thought was my best friend, and the rest is blank.

I frown in discontent as I set my tail, my TAIL, on my lap. Man, no matter how many times I say that, I just get over the fact that I have a pony’s appendage. I also can’t get over how soft it was either; I have felt horse’s tails before, when I visited a cousin of my, who works on a horse farm. But it felt nothing like the tail I was holding now. I could sit here all day and just stroke the appendage.

I quickly pushed that thought into the back of my mind. Now wasn’t the time for such things! I had to figure out how I got the tail in the first place. But my hangover, despite being light, was still making it hard for me to think straight. So, first order of business was breakfast.

I got up and exited the bathroom, making my way to the lower floor and the kitchen. My trip to the kitchen was easier then my trip to the bathroom, probably because I had a little better control over my tail; how I got that control, I have no clue. Once I was in the kitchen, I set about making my breakfast of choice; cheese omelet, toast, bacon, sausage, and organic OJ. Within a ten minute period, I had fixed my breakfast, set on the table, and took my usual chair. I guess I should count myself lucky that we use those old fashion dining chairs. They have these cage-like spaces that allowed me to sit comfortable without having to do anything extra with my new tail.

Man, is that still weird even to think about. I quickly shook my head to clear it, and went back to my breakfast. The breakfast was really doing the trick; I could feel my hangover lifting already! To bad it wasn’t doing much for fog around my memory; all I could remember is that one of my friends, the only one of use smart enough not to drink, took me home and even tucked me into bed.

I lowered my head as I felt a shy blush creep onto my cheeks. It was extremely embarrassing to have one of your good friends take you home and tucked you in, like you’re some sort of little kid who just experiences their first sugar crush. To me, it ranks up there with the time I ran straight into a mail box when it was bright and sunny out. I was just thankful that none of my friends had camera phones back then.

I sigh lightly as I cut a piece of sausage and idly popped into my mouth. This trip down memory lane was fun and all, but it wasn’t helping me. I need go focus; I need to remember what happened last night. I-I-I…I’m going to blow chucks! I grabbed a nearby napkin and hurled up the sausage I just ingested. I quickly and vicious wiped my mouth clear, trying to get the horrid taste out of it. I then downed my juice in one gulp.

I looked at the soiled napkin like it was a foul beast, one that emits such an odor it would knock your socks off if you got close enough. Was the sausage bad? No, mom just brought that sausage last week, and the package wasn’t opened until today. I looked down at the piece of food; examining it to see if I had cooked it wrong. No, that can’t be right either; I have been cooking sausage since I was twelve.

So…what was different here?

I looked at my plate, studying my food again. I have already eaten most of my toast and eggs, so they were fine. The only thing I haven’t touched yet was the bacon. Frowning heavily, I picked up my fork and cut a tiny piece. Then, like a scene from a classic cartoon, I brought my tongue out, and slowly brought the piece of meaty goodness down onto it.

My eyes snapped opened and I quickly hurled the bacon from my tongue and gag heavily. The taste was just as bad as the sausage, maybe even worse. I quickly grabbed my juice glass, got up, and nearly trapped due to having my tail get caught in the chair, when I went to get more juice.

I lean up against the fridge as I sip my juice. Ok, so here the run down; I can eat toast and eggs, but not bacon or sausage. What could that mean? Let see here, eggs are consider meat, but not in the way bacon and sausage is. It was almost like my stomach couldn’t hold meat anymore, and my taste buds were trying to tall me that.

I gasp suddenly and nearly lost my glass. That exactly what’s happening; my body could no longer handle meat, one that was once part of a living animal, and my body was telling me to stay clear of the stuff. I looked over at me plate, with the eaten toast and eggs, and the non-eaten meat, and frown with distain.

“What now…I’ll start to curve a daisy sandwich, like the ponies of the show?” I asked sarcastically.

Actually, now that I thought about it, that doesn’t sound too bad. I gasped at my own thoughts, and quickly finished my juice. I hastily put the dirty glass onto the counter, and bolt out of the kitchen, my breakfast old news. I ran up to my room at marathon speed, as something came to me. Whatever gave me my new tail wasn’t done with me just yet. I shudder at the thought of what was going to become of me.

Well I continue to change? Would I become Rainbow Dash completely, like in some of those Fanfictions I read when I’m bored; would I lose myself in some way, or would Rainbow Dash end “killing me” in a sense? I shuddered as those disturbing thoughts kept coming, and that promoted me to pushed myself to my know limit.

I burst into my room, and in a rainbow blur, gathered all the stuff I need for my signature outfit. I only stopped when I had all that I needed and allowed myself to catch what little wind I had lost in my run here. I don’t care that I couldn’t remember what happened like night; I wasn’t going to let myself turned into a fictional pony!

Once I had caught my second wind and my brain came down from it buzz, I realized a new problem. I looked at my tail, which was twitching in response to my own nervousness, and realize it going to be a chore just to get out of my current clothes and into another pair. I sigh lightly and decided to get it over with it.

I grabbed the back of my pants, and pulled them away from my being. I next grabbed my tail and gently pulled it through. I was surprise when it came free fairly easily. I pulled down the pants, and then move onto my panties, repeating the same process.

Wait a minute…panties!? I looked down at the pity and notice, to my embarrassment, that there were indeed woman’s undergarments. Thank Celestia they were just simple cotton panties, and didn’t have any sort of design on them. Wait minute again….did I just use a phrase from the show?

I quickly shook my head; it wasn’t the time to begin debuting about silly cartoon phrases. I quickly took off my shirt, and stopped when I notice something that nearly made me faint. There, on my chest, was something that no boy should have; breasts, the golden goose’s eggs that all teenage boys longed to touch but not to have.

And they were right on my chest!

I nearly had a panic attack when I saw those, and took everything I had learn about self-control, just to keep myself from freaking out. I took several deep breaths, and counted to ten in my head, for almost five minutes. It may had sounded corny and cliché, but still did the trick and I calm down enough to think rationally. And I instantly wished I had my panic attack, as I realized something I missed when I first noticed my tail.

If it was true and I had shrunk a few inches, shouldn’t my clothes have been a little baggy on me. And then there was my tail…there was a hole in my pants, large enough that I get it through and move it without discomfort. So, if I looked at this logically, it would mean whatever was changing me was also effecting things around me.

“Look at me, a scientist and I didn’t even know it,” I said sarcastically.

I gasp and thrust my right hand to my throat, grabbing lightly. I sounded just like Rainbow Dash in that moment, which shouldn’t have been all that surprisingly when I thought about. I recovered from the shock a second later, and looked at my hand. It was smaller, slender but I did notice the scar I got from when I fell a few days ago.

With a reluctant sigh, I decided it was time to do the thing I have been dreading to do since I found out what happened to me this time. It was time to see just how much my body had change, and I was dreading worse then a trip to the dentist.

I started out small, looking at my left shoulder. It was like my just hand, smaller and slender. I did notice that there was a small lay of muscle on my arm. The muscle itself was more refine then anything else. I then looked at my breasts, and shivered for two different reasons, reasons I rather not go into at the moment. They were smaller then I was expecting (and wishing), but I also noticed that they were still big enough to turn heads.

Man, did that ever sound wrong!

I quickly moved my eyes away from my new breasts, and looked at my stomach and abs. The stomach was flat and the abs had a small amount of muscle on them. I also notice that my hips were a little wide, but not so much as to give me an hourglass figure. I frown when I saw Rainbow Dash, or more accurately, my cutie mark on my thighs.

I filed that under weird and looked farther down, avoiding the private zone completely. Like the rest of my body, my legs had slim down considerable and also had muscle. I noticed that the muscles on my legs were more developed then the rest of my body. I tenderly ran my fingers over them, and noticed how firm their felt. I probably could run two short marathons, and these legs wouldn’t even be strain from the runs.

In short, I now have the body of an eighteen-year-old female Track and Field runner, a marathon runner to be exact, which just happens to be my spot on the team. And at this moment, I was highly conflicted; I should be disgusted or humiliated at my new body. But for reasons that I couldn’t understand, I wasn’t. In fact, the longer I stared at the muscles the more proud I felt about them.

That was just weird, no matter how I looked at it.

I have said this before but the only reason I’m on the track and field team, is to avoid some of my family health issues. That means I’m not the best runner on my team. I’m not the worse there is, but not he best either. So to suddenly take overwhelming pride in my body was just weird.

I suddenly shock my head. My suddenly fondness for my body could wait until after I figure out what happened to me. And if I turn back to normal, I’m sure my mental issues would also clear up, or I hoped it would.

“Well, I guess I should-whoa!” I screamed as I suddenly found myself falling to my right.

I landed on my tail, which sent a jolt of pain up through my spine, causing me to yelp, ironically sounding close to Rainbow Dash when she takes a hit. My body must have adjusted itself to the new limb, or maybe my mind had an easier time processing where the pain was coming from, whatever the reason might have been, I found myself recovering from the pain that much quicker then the first time I hurt it.

I rolled over to my other side, mindful about my other new “equipment” and grabbed my tail. I began to stroke it, hoping to get the pain to subside and nearly lost myself in in the feeling I was getting from the limb. I quickly push that thought into the back of my mind, and got onto my knees, mindful of the weight on my chest. I then leaned forward, grabbed the sheet of my bed, and pulled myself closer to it. I scowled bitterly when I noticed the clothing I had put on there earlier.

“Oh come on!” I exclaimed angrily. “Can’t the universe cut me a break this morning?”

I stare at the article of clothing, namely the cotton panties and bra that should have been a pair of tightie whities and an undershirt. I looked at the items like they were dangerous animal, and by making a wrong move would results in them attacking me. Still…it wasn’t like I had much of a choice, and I quickly settled on the piece of clothing as a necessary evil.

Still…I wasn’t looking forward to figuring out the piece of clothing that must boys my age dream of removing from their lady friends.

(…)

I will spare you the epic fail with my new pieces of clothes, and the seventeen faceplates I had while walking to my sister’s room. Why go to my sister’s room you ask? It’s simple, really; she has the only full-body mirror in the enough house. And that’s a story I want to leave well enough alone, for now.

So, here I am, standing in my sister’s room, using her mirror to get a good look at how the female me looked, and I couldn’t tell you how many kinds of wrong it was, to think of how hot I have become, and just how I lack the proper equipment to enjoy myself.

Yeah…not touching that thought with a 25 foot pole, and instead focuses on the outfit I was wearing.

My trademark outfit hadn’t gone through as much change as I first thought. I still wore faded blue jeans; black high tops that were wore in just right, a black tank-top, and a cyan windbreaker jacket. Only now, they were redesign to fit the feminine body I now sport. The rim of my jeans had been rolled up and I wore those short socks woman seem to be fond of, meaning my ankles were exposed. My tank-top was now cut off at the mid-section, showing off my stomach and abs, but it fitted nicely over my new breasts surprisingly.

It was my jacket that was the most altered. The article of clothing was blank last night, and now it was covered with the logo of the Wonderbolts, the aerial acrobats of Equestria. It was also a smug fit, another odd thing to add to the ever growing list of weirdness. I had brought this thing from a bargain bun about six months ago, and it was also a size to big for me.

My eyes next traveled to my thighs. My cutie mark had appeared when I slipped my jeans on. That got me thinking and I even want as far as to pull take them off, and my mark disappear from it a few seconds afterwards. It was weird but not entirely important, so I just filed it for later.

Now that I was done with my outfit, I studied my self. My face wasn’t that much different then my old face. It was softer now, and a slightly more around. But those changes were minor, and if it wasn’t for the rainbow hair and the magmata eyes, I could have passed for my twin sister. Oh, and the voice too, can’t forget I now sound just like Rainbow Dash.

I smiled as a childish thought popped into my head. Putting on my best mock shock expression, I began to say random lines that Rainbow Dash had said throughout the series. “Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh! Pink Pie, you’re so random! I’m an egghead.”

I continue like this for nearly five minutes, until I finally broke down and began a laughing fit. I really did sound like Rainbow Dash. I could probably enter one of these costume contests, and win first prize for my realistic costume. But I wonder…wouldn’t that be cheating? After all, I wasn’t in costume,

I decided to let that thought go as I looked back into the mirror. I put on my “thinking” face, as my friends like to call it, and begun to think. “Ok, Rupert, what do you think? Time to get serious, right?” I asked my reflection.

I frown as I thought popped into my head. My name is Rupert Douglaston; guess I never gave it yet, have I? Rupert Douglaston…RD…Rainbow Dash. I never realized that I had the same initials as my favorite pony. Did that mean something?

Before I could ponder this thought any farther, I faintly heard ‘at the Gala-Twilight Verse’, telling me that I was getting a call from a close friend of my. Got to love personalize ring tone, right? I stumble out of my sis’s room, still somewhat clumsy with my new body, and hurried to my room. I reached the desk on the opposite side of my room, and reached for the item on it.

I suddenly stopped and stared at my hand. My breath caught in my throat as I watched something really weird happening to my hand. Thin, cyan fur began to grow rapidly, starting from my fingertips and quickly spread to my hand. I watched as the fur went up my arm and disappear into the sleeve of my jacket. I could tell that the fur was still growing on my body, just from the way my skin tingled. I looked at my exposed stomach and watched as it was covered in fur. The fur continue to grown, eventually reaching my exposed ankles and beyond.

My face twisted as I felt a tingle erupted all around it. The sensation I was feeling wasn’t painful, or anything close it. I still did notice when my face started too pushed out, and I felt my ears moved up my head. I then felt fur grow onto my face, and I didn’t even need a mirror to know what happen to my head. My vision did blur for about a second, no doubt due to the change in positioning of my eyes.

I next felt a tingle around my shoulders, and that could only mean one thing. I look down, sighing in defeat, waiting for my new wings to grow out and ruin my favorite outfit. I felt a small pop and felt my wings come out. I frown when I didn’t hear a sound of ripping fabric, but I didn’t get a chance to think it over, as a light headache came over me. It passed quickly but still left me lightheaded.

As I was regaining my bearings, I became away of my new wings, as I felt them on my back. I looked behind me, and I saw, to my amazement, a pair of beautiful wings, ones that would even make Rainbow Dash jealous. I got curious and tried to make them move, half-expecting them not too. I nearly had a heart attack when I saw my right wing move up and down.

I went into a series of experiments, my still ringing phone all but forgotten. Within three minutes, I had near complete control over my wings, and thoughts were starting to swing in my head. Could I really fly with these wings? Could I actually zoom around the sky like Rainbow Dash? I smiled a little giddy as those thoughts sound very promising.

My thoughts were rudely interrupted when phone went to voice mail, record a message, and began beeping to tell me that I had the message. I picked up the item, dialed in the voice mail serves, and turned on the speaker. I think I nearly had a heart attack for the third time this day, when a familiar voice began to talk in a quick and somewhat distress tone.

“Rupert please picked up! I know I sound different, but it’s me…its Tina Spring!”

Author's Note

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Episode Two: Walking in The Twilight

My Little Pony:

Equestria Girls-Mini:

Episode Two:

Walking in the Twilight

The first thing I noticed when I awoke this morning was the view of my pillow on my face. I threw it off me with a light groan, and sat up. I’m not a morning person and it usual takes me about 20 to 30 minutes to wake up. This morning was different, I quickly realized. I was wide awake, and something was under my rear, putting awkward pressure on my spine. I frown as I got out of bed, and looked at it. I didn’t see anything on it, but it didn’t help that I needed to push my hair out of my eyes.

I froze when realized something wasn’t right, and grabbed my hair. I have pale blond hair, and usually keep it short. And now I was holding it, and I saw that it was black. My mind, awake and alert, informed me that something was terrible wrong, and I bolt out of my room and straight into bathroom. I turned on the light, and nearly had a stroke when I saw my reflection.

My hair was long, black, and went down past my neck. But what surprised me the most was the purple and pink strips that went down my left side. But it wasn’t just my hair that shocked me. My eyes were different too. Last night they were green and now they were purple, a color no human should have.

I took a step back and look at myself a little more closely. It wasn’t just my eyes and hair that changed; my body had under gone a slight change as well. I was always considered something of a “plain Jane”, mainly because of being a late bloomer, and my chest just started to grow recently. But now, my breasts were bigger, not by much but still enough to no longer make me feel insecure in front of some of my more ‘developed’ friends. I notice that my waist line was narrower, and my hips were wider. I couldn’t see my arms and legs due to them being covered by my pajamas.

Still….I grinned as I looked myself over again. If a body more suited for my age was the trade for longer hair and unnatural eyes, I think I can live with that. I was still studying my body when I notice something hanging out from behind me, and turned to my right to get a better view. I think I nearly fainted when I saw a pony tail, same color as my hair and with the same strips on it, sticking out from my rear. I also notice something on the thighs of my pajamas, and I studied it.

I gasped softly when I realized what the thing was…it was Twilight Sparkle’s Cutie Mark! I would be darn…I have the cutie mark of my all time favorite pony! I suddenly gasp and looked at the mirror. The hair, the eyes…I can’t believe I didn’t put this together sooner.

“I look like a human Twilight Sparkle,” I said in awe, and gasped a second after hearing my voice.

I sounded exactly like Twilight Sparkle, pitch and all. Fear began to take over, and I worried that something was wrong with me. I kept myself in control and started to give the changes the once over. The hair wasn’t a wig and it wasn’t dye either. There weren’t contacts over my eyes, and nothing was making my voice different.

Now I was really starting to freak out. I began to think something was wrong with me, and it took everything I had to keep myself from fainting from a panic attack. What can I do? I don’t know what caused me to change like this. Only if Rupert was here, he would know what to do. My eyes snapped opened, and I bolt for my room without a second thought. If there was one person I could count in a pinch, it was him.

My tail nearly caused me to have a nasty fall when it got caught in my legs, but I kept my balance as reached my room. I went over to the foot of my bed, retrieved the jacket I wore last night and took out my Android. It was still on, with nearly a full battery life, and I quickly cycle through my phone book, and nearly cracked my screen from pressing to hard on my friend’s number.

I hastily brought the phone to my right ear, and became antsy as it began ringing. I nearly groan out-loud when his voice mail kicked in, but I still left him a message for when he gets up.

“Rupert please pick up! I know I sound different, but it’s me, it Tina Spring!”

I cut the line a second later, and sigh heavily. All I had to do is wait now and I hate the waiting game. I wasn’t waiting long, about 10 seconds, and my phone went off, flashing my friend’s number on my screen and “at the Gala-Rainbow verse” began to play. I answer the thing immediately, and thrust it to my ear.

“Rupert…is that you?” it was stupid question and one that didn’t need answering, but my mind lock up in happiness when he answer me back quickly.

I heard a faint sigh, and frown. Something wasn’t right here, but I wasn’t going to pull a Pinkie Pie and jump to anything. I waited for the other person to speak before I did anything else.

“Yeah…I know I sound different, but it’s me alright,” a familiar voice, but not the one I was hoping for, replied, a bit reluctantly. “And if you don’t believe, I can give you ten things to prove that I’m truly am Rupert Douglaston.”

I gasp and pulled my phone away to gawk at it. That tone, that sharp tone, Rupert uses it when he wants to make a point. And there is was no way I would ever forget that tone of voice. It was that tone alone that had often kept me from panicking, and it was working even when it the voice that spoke it wasn’t the one I was used too.

I chuckled lightly to myself, as I thumb the speaker on. “No, no, that’s not need. It just you sound like-”

“-Rainbow Dash,” Rupert finished with a faint sigh. “Yup, you guess it. And judging from your voice, you’re turning into Twilight Sparkle.”

Alarms began to sound on all fronts. I glance down at my tail, which was twitching uncontrollable, probably in response to me own emotions, and I could feel my stomach do a couple of flips. I was seriously hoping I misheard her, him, about my changes continuing. I looked back at my phone, and found that I was barely holding the thing because my hands had started to shake.

“W-What do you mean?” I asked nervously.

I heard her, HIM sigh again, and replied plainly, “I think it would be faster and less headache-inducing if I just text you a picture. Please hold.”

The line went dead after that, and I was left alone with my own thoughts. That didn’t sound good, I was close to having another panic attack and I don’t think I could handle it this time. No, no, no, I need to remain strong. Rupert sounded like she, HE was in control, and she, HE could do it then I should be able to go it also.

I sigh as I took a seat on my bed, and jumped back to my feet, yelping. I looked behind me, and glared dagger at my new tail. I had sat on it wrong, and I was reworded with a pain greater then I ever had felt before. I know animals’ tails are supposed sensitive, but what I felt just now was ridiculous.

I sigh again and retook my seat on the bed, being careful about my new tail. I looked at my phone and felt my fears returning. Just from the way he talked, my friend had change into more then a human version of Rainbow Dash. That was a very unsettling thought, one that I hoped to stay far away from.

Still…would it be bad to turn into a pony, especially if I turned into Twilight after she gained her wings. I actually didn’t like Twilight when she became an Alicorn, like a lot in the fandom. It was Rupert who pointed out that just because someone changes a little doesn’t mean the change was bad. It also help that we were watching that movie their recently made, and it filled more with confident when I saw it.

My phone vibrating brought me out of my thoughts, and I looked down. True to his word my friend had sent me a text with a picture attached to it. I hesitated for a second, afraid of what I was going to see. What if he had become a full blown Rainbow Dash? Or worse, what if he had become a horrid mutated freak barely recognizable?

I shook my head violently, trying to clear it. I shouldn’t be second guessing something I haven’t even seen yet. I inhaled deeply, and gathered what courage I could. I hit the button to open my mail before I lost my nerves.

What I saw next, wasn’t at all what I was expecting.

I saw a humanoid Rainbow Dash, wearing my friend’s trademark outfit, only change to match a female body. It was clear my friend had tried to get a good picture of herself, trying to get her new wings and failing. She had opened them to their full length, but she wasn’t able to get them into the picture completely. She did get a good view of her new breasts, and that made me scowl a bit bitterly.

Was it wrong to hate your friend, your male friend, just cause he was suddenly changed into a girl, and get slightly breasts then you do? It just wasn’t fair, I fully got a body fitting my age, and only to have my hopes dash minutes later because I got a call from my best friend. So I asked again, is it wrong to hate someone just because of a bad hand they were dealt?

The sound of my phone going off brought me back to reality and I answered it, turning on the speaker again.

“…So you see what I mean, right?” she asked flatly.

It clicked in my mind at that moment, and my precious jealously was forgotten. If she turned into a humanoid Rainbow Dash then it more then likely that I would go through something like that. The hand that was holding my phone starting to shake ferociously and I needed to use my other hand to hold it still.

“W-W-What do you think I should do?” I asked, my voice trembling to the point it sounded like I was stumbling.

Rupert suddenly went quiet, and I only could guess that meant she was thinking it over. I tried to picture my friend’s trademark “thinking” face on Rainbow Dash’s face, but that only causes me to become more afraid. Knowing what was going to happen to me and seeing proof of it, was a very unsettling thought.

“You can stay at my place, until we can figure something out,” Rupert said, startling me out of my thoughts, thankfully.

“What? Why?” I asked sharply, caught off guard by the suggestion.

I heard my friend sigh faintly and then she began to explain in a sharp tone, “Listen, you live in a busy part of our small city. Don’t you think people are going to be weary if they suddenly began seeing a humanoid horse?”

Ouch, that was a little hush, true but harsh. Still…thinking about it a bit, she did have a point. My house was right in center of a busy part of our little city town, and it would bring up a lot of questions if someone did happen to see a purple horse walking around. But I could easily avoid that if I just keep the curtains closed and stay indoors.

“Listen, I know what you’re thinking, and I don’t think it would work,” Rupert said, bringing me out of my thoughts. “There’s just too much that could go wrong. My house is pretty far out, and my parents would gone until Saturday and my sister wouldn‘t be home until later, but I don’t think I need to tell you about my parents”

Of course he didn’t need to tell me that, my parents were accompanying his, though why, I don’t know. Still…I don’t see why I need to go to his place to hide out?

“Listen, I know you believe you’re safe, but I don’t think you should take any risks,” Rupert said, her tone softening slightly. “And didn’t you once tell me you had a really nosy neighbor?”

I wince slightly as I thought about my neighbor. Not only was she a nosy busybody she was also a gossip hound. She once started a nasty rumor that my dad was having an affair, just because she saw different woman entering our place. A lot of town folk began hating on me day and continue until everything was clear up. It turns out that mom just had a mix up at the salon and it ended with her getting red hair.

The sound of my friend’s voice once again brought me back from thoughts, “Listen just get over here before you changed again. Oh, Richard’s calling. And might want to get something in you system to offset all the booze you had last night.”

The line went dead after that, and I was left alone with my thoughts. Booze, huh? I never had trouble with that sort of thing, but I didn’t need to tell any of my friends that. I sigh lightly, as I put my phone onto my bed. I didn’t have time to think about past, I need to get my new tail over to my friend’s house.

I stripped down to my birthday suit and threw all my cloths into a nearby cloths ban, and went over to my dresser. I pulled out a fresh pair and cocked an eyebrow when I noticed the hole in my cotton panties. I just shrug it off, and get into them. I moved to my close next, and opened it. I felt both of my eyes begin to twitch when I saw that my underwear wasn’t the only thing to get a change.

“Skirts…why did it have to be skirts…? I asked myself bitterly.

I began to look through my cloths, trying hard to find anything that wasn’t a skirt. I didn’t find anything remotely close to pants and reluctant gathered up an outfit. I was standing in front of my bathroom mirror five minutes later, after making my outfit. It was a simple, really simple; just a white blouse under a purple lavender sweater vest, a knee-high lavender skirt, black socks, and brown loafers.

It wasn’t a bad outfit, except for the skirt. I haven’t worn skirts since I was fourteen, and there’s reasons I don’t want to see that item for long time, reasons I don’t want to get into at the moment. I quickly shook my head to clear it, and looked away from the mirror. I really didn’t have time to daydream about my past. I need to get going before I change any farther.

Hmm…wait did I just see something on my cheek? I angled my face so I could my see cheek and studied it. My stomach suddenly dropped when I saw a patch of lavender fur, barely the same of a small bug bit, in the center of my left cheek. I nearly dropped a load in my fresh panties when I saw the patch quickly grew. My brain locked up at this moment, and all I could do is just stand there and watched as the short fur grew all over my face.

It only took a minute and my entire body was covered in fur, and my face had been reshaped, now closer to a pony’s face. My ears had also moved up, and were longer, pointed, and twitched uncontrollably. This was all lost on me, however, when I notice the thing sticking out of my forehead. Twilight’s, or maybe it’s my now, horn seemed to shine like it was a golden apple or something.

Thoughts began to swim around in my noggin like a mad cow. Could I really use magic with this thing? I do look like Twilight Sparkle, so who to say I can’t do magic? A giddy grin started to form on my face, as I thought of what I could do. A sudden image of my friend as she appears now, popped into my head, a light scolding frown on her cute face.

“I’m the Pegasus here, so gets your head out of the clouds,” I could see my friend say something like that, and it caused a small giggle to escape me.

But imagination or no imagination, I did need get going. But, first I need to take get something to hide my new face, and I knew the prefect place to get it. I guess I should count myself lucky that good old daddy is a near seven foot giant, so I should be able to get something from his closet to do the trick.

I left the bathroom and made the short walk down to my parents’ room. I entered and looked around. It was what one should have expected from a parents’ room, except for the small of dry pottery. My mom’s into pottery and unfortunately for my dad, she doesn’t wait for the thing to dry completely before showing him. It goes without saying that my house smells like dry clay a lot.

I wrinkled my nose slightly as I entered into the room, and began my search. It took me only a minute to find the prefect item to hide my new form. It was really just a lavender jogging sweater, but since it was tailored to fit my father like a glove, I figure I would be able to wear like a sort of make shift dress. And it has a hood to that should cover my head and horn good.

Satisfied with my choice, I quickly slipped the thing over my head, careful not to tear it with my horn. I was right, the thing went down to my knees, and…my tail! Oh man, with the whole horn business, I had completely forgotten about my tail. I looked behind me to see that the thing had created an awkward dent in the sweater.

Talking about a blonde moment and I’m not even a blonde anymore!

I frown as I took the article of clothing off. I looked at my tail, which was twitching, probably due to my own emotions at the moment. I frown as I grabbed it. It was soft enough, and not very thick, so I should be able to wrap it around my waist and hopefully it wouldn’t create to big of dent. The only problem was how am I going to keep it tied around my waist, and insure that it wouldn’t fall off?

“Hmm…let’s see what mom has around here,” I mutter to myself, as I let my tail go and began to look around.

It took about five minutes of searching, but I eventually find what I needed; a couple of large waist bands to hold my tail to my body. I had another waist band around my dad sweater, so I didn’t look like some sort of tramp, and a pair of large suspenders to ensure my hands aren’t covered my the sweater’s sleeves. Speaking of hands, I was also wearing gloves to cover them.

Why my mother had all this stuff and for what reasons, I don’t think I want to know.

I was once again standing front of my bathroom mirror, looking over the makeshift outfit. I looked silly really; I looked like some sort of kid that to rummage through their parents’ cloths just because she forgot to do her wash. In an ironic sense, I did raid my parents’ cloth, but I really didn’t have much of choice at the moment, now did I?

I sigh faintly as I let all of my thoughts go. I really should be getting to Rupert’s place before anything bad happens. But first things first, I need to get my cell from my room. I walked back into my room and retain my phone from where I left it. I was about to leave when I notice that the picture that Rupert had sent me was still open.

I looked at the picture, namely my friend’s face. She looks so much like Rainbow Dash, and yet I could see so much of my friend in that face. It was just something about these eyes, those lovely magenta eyes that seems so familiar to me. I smiled slightly as I saved the picture for a later use.

I was about to leave when my phone began to vibrate, telling me I had another text message. I looked at it and saw it was from Pam Potter, my female best friend and Rupert’s cousin. I knew I shouldn’t be wasting time with texts, but something told me to check it and I opened it.

“Pi…Pin…ink…triple frowny face?” I frown as I read my friend’s short message for over and over again.

It took me nearly five minutes to understand what my friend’s message meant, and when I finally did get it, my stomach did lung forward and I found myself bolting out of my house, stopping long enough to lock the door behind me. I pray to any power that might be out there that I was wrong and my friend was just hung-over, but if that wasn’t the case, then things are much worse then I first thought.

Episode Three: A Rare Sight in The Morning

My Little Pony:
Equestria Girls-Mini
Episode Three:
A Rare Sight in the Morning

The life of a Meta-sexual male is never an easy one, I should know, I have been one since I was 13. I have endured the numerous taunts, commits, rumors, and many other things that people had threw at me. Mostly they call me fag and gay, not really imaginative and I can usual just shrug off the commits real easy.

But I can insure you this; I…Am…One…Hundred…Percent…Straight!

I may like things like designer clothes and worry about my skin complexion a little, but that doesn’t make me like girls any less. In fact, because of my life choices, most girls feel that they could confine in me. I often find myself with juicy secrets that no other boy would know. I would never reveal what I learn, of course. I prided myself on being a gentleman, and I would never reveal anything that someone else had told me without their permission.

I believe I starting to get off topic here, so let’s start with my name, shall we? My name’s Richard Brook and I just turned eighteen last month. I remember going to a party with my best friends last night, and helping them to their homes afterwards. I went home myself and went straight to bed.

That’s where I was when I turn over onto my front, and was painfully awaken by a rolling onto something. I jumped up, and get myself tangled in my imported silk sheets. I fell off my bed a second later, and began to fight to free myself. I got untangled a minute later, and was meant with a most unusual sight on my chest.

“Are those…my?” I asked softly, not even remotely aware of the changes in my voice.

I slowly brought up my hand, and lightly touched an item that I shouldn’t have, namely breasts. I was stunned, to say the last. I didn’t have these when I want to bed last night, and I wasn’t even drunk so I think I would notice if I had grown them last night. But those weren’t the only changes to come over me.

I looked at my arm and notice just how slender it has become. I never had much muscle on me, but my arms were always a little on the big side. This due to having big bones runs in my family, both of sides of my family. Only that wasn’t the case anymore. I suddenly became curious about the rest of me, and stood up, only to fall backwards onto my bed.

Oh yeah, forget about the little something extra on me chest. I was lucky that I got a deluxe extra soft bed or that might had ended a little more worse. Once I had righted myself, I looked to my right, where I keep a full body mirror, for morning emergencies, and nearly fainted on the spot.

Instead of seeing a five foot, ten inch tall boy, with a wide body and light red skin, I saw a girl about 5’ 5” with a slender body and light skin tone. Then there was my hair; it was a light purple and curled deeply on my right side. Then there were my eyes. Last night there were red, but today they are a light blue. But none of this matter at the moment, my entire attention was on the night gown that had replaced my usual sleeping attire of silk pajama.

It was made of simple silk, a dull grayish white, and sleeveless. The skirt went down to my legs but was still short enough not to cover my feet. I frown as I turned to my right, and saw a tail in the same style of my hair. That’s when I saw it, a trio of diamonds around the space of my thighs.

I looked at my reflection suddenly feeling like the biggest idiot on the face of the planet. How could I miss it? I look a lot like Rarity from that TV show “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic”. I’m not a huge fan of the show, actually just watching it out of boredom. I still know enough about the show to know the features of the pony my friends considered my favorite. About the only thing I was missing was the light-blue mascara, and I would look like a human Rarity.

“Oh my…” I said and immediately gasped when I heard the voice of Rarity instead of my own.

I might have panic attack then and there, if the sound of footsteps didn’t draw my attention to my door. A light knocked came a second later, followed by a voice that really did causes me to have a panic attack.

“Richard? Are you okay? I thought I heard something just now?”

Crap, it was my father, Samuel Brook, and he was about to open my door without waiting for a response. Without much thought into it, I ran clumsily to the door and threw my body against it. I regretted that action almost immediately. It rubbed my new breasts the wrong way and sends a wave of pain up my body. I needed to bit my lower lip to keep myself from crying out loud.

“Richard! What was that for?” my father asked, his voice near voided of any emotion.

I began to sweat like a pig, my mind trying to figure out what to say next. As I was having this little mental break down, a part of my mind began to race with a different kind of thought. My father is a scientist, a geneticist actually. If there was one person in this entire world that could help me, it was my father.

Still….my father was a man of intelligence, someone who thinks with his head instead of his heart. What if he doesn’t believe me? Or what if he thinks I’m just pulling a prank on him? My father isn’t a judgmental type, but there was still the possibly of him not believing me, and for reasons I couldn’t fully understand that made me more afraid of facing him then before.

Father knocked on my door again, only slightly harder and called in his collected voice, “Richard, what’s going on in there? If you’re worried about me seeing you because you’re a mess from having a hangover, I can insure you that holding back the door wouldn’t help it.”

I wince under my breath at that thought. The stuff we had at the party was pretty lightweight. Most of my friends were able to walk in a straight line when I took them home, some even changed into their sleeping attire when I led them to their rooms.

I let that thought drop as I began my internal debut again. Should I just let my father in and try to explain myself? Or would it be better for me to somehow bolt my door shut, and try to find a way to escape. I think I went back and forth for a full minute until I finally reached a decision, and I was kicking myself for it.

“Alright, but you must promise me you wouldn’t overreact when you see me,” I said weakly, not even bothering to try and change my voice in anyway.

I stepped away from door and it opened a second later. My dad’s in his fifties but doesn’t look like it. His face barely had any wrinkles to it, and his hair has only a small amount gray around the ears. Today he was dressed in a pair of gray sweat and a matching shirt. I barely noticed the outfit as his eyes bare into me, the unknown woman in his son’s room.

There’s one thing I can say about my father that I was incredibly grateful at the moment; he gives people chances, even to someone he never meant before.

I sigh faintly, and began going over things. There had to be something I could use to prove who I was, something that only my father and I would know. Something that under no conditions whatsoever I would tell to another person. I suddenly wince out loud, drawing an eyebrow from father. There was one thing I knew that had stayed between us for nearly my entire life. The reason behind that is simple; neither of us wanted to damage our pride in front of our peers.

I pressed the tips of my finger together, and said in a flat voice that lack any of Rarity’s refinement,” When I was seven, you use to call my a cuddle wuddly bear because of all the bear suits mother loved to dress me in.”

My dad’s eyes widen ever so slightly at that little secret, one would miss it if they didn’t know what to look for. I nearly missed it because I was looking at my still joined finger tips. I could feel that my entire face beating red and getting redder by the second. I never been this embarrass when I had told or been told that before. So why was I suddenly feeling like the world was about to end.

Like this was the worse…thing…EVER!

I suddenly gasp when something click with me, something I don’t think most bronies knows about. Rarity’s self-couscous about herself! From the way she walks, to way she talks, and how she fusses over her appearance. She tries her hardest to present herself as a refine woman, or mare, in her case.

And for better or worse I was starting to develop these habits.

“Richard! What happened to you?” my father’s voice, ever still and calm, brought me out of my own musings.

I looked up at father and notice his face had regain its stoic nature. I did notice how weird his eyes looked; they were studying me like a wild animal studies it prey before pouncing. I would admit that it made me feel a little nervous to be studied by my own father in such way.

“I…don’t know, father,” I said meekly, after moment longer of silence. “I just woke up like this.”

“Hmm…” the look in father’s eyes changed and I knew what that meant.

He got closer and began to look me over. I could feel my cheeks start to burn as my father began looking me over with his eyes. If there was thing I hated more then being called gay, it was having someone staring at me intently. And it was much worse since a member of my family was the one starting at me.

“Richard…you and your friends want to a party last night, right?” I nodded weakly and father took that as cue to continue. “What did you do exactly? I was up when you go home, and saw you head straight to bed. So I can rule out that something was in the beer.”

I sigh faintly and looked at my gown. Once you get past the stoic expression that always on his face, father’s a flexible guy. He’s actually okay with underage people drinking, as long as it controlled and not to strong, and one does it in the confines of one house, then everything’s square.

“No father,” I said meekly. “I was the unfortunate looser of a game to determine which one of us would be the sober driver. And the stuff they had there wasn’t even that strong. My friends were able to walk in a straight line when I took them home, and some were even able to change into their sleeping attire before falling into their beds.”

“Hmm…” Father cupped chin between his right index finger and thumb, and began to circle me. I needed to move to my right slightly so he would have the needed room. “Are you sure you didn’t have anything at that party you weren’t supposed to have…And is that a tail I see?”

I sigh again and crane my neck so I could look at my father from the corner of my right eye. “No father, all I had was a diet soda and I don’t think I-AAAOW!”

I snapped around, hands thrusting to my bottom as I glared weakly at my father. My father had pulled on my tail harder then he should have and sent pain up my back like no tomorrow. Father had a mild surprise expression at my sudden actions.

“FATHER!” I screeched harshly. “Don’t do that! That hurts!”

And for first time in my entire life I saw my father’s trademark stoic face gave away completely, and any discomfort I was feeling was instantly forgotten.

“That’s not good, not good at all,” father muttered softly, which scared me that much more. “If you felt that, then it’s not just a cosmetic implant.”

Again, I felt fear swell up in me. To see my father, a man who rarely show emotions, looked so out of it wasn’t helping my own anxiousness either. I was so anxious that I began to fidgeting with my hair. If something doesn’t happen soon I think I would faint from everything I was feeling at the moment.

A suddenly noise filled the room, and I felt my anxiousness give away to embarrassment. I looked down at my stomach, where the noise came from, and a hint of disgust worked its way into my face. To have one stomach growl in such a manner was highly unbecoming of a lady such as me.

I gasp faintly as the gravity of my own thoughts sank in. I could feel my embarrassment give away slightly and my anxieties return. Those thoughts just now…there were just so…Rarity. It seems I was right, the longer I’m like this, the more like the character I become. So…how do I feel about that? I didn’t get a chance to think far, as father cleared his throat to gain my attention. I looked up and notice he had regained his stoic face, though something was hidden deep within his features.

“I take it you didn’t eat while at the party?” father asked calmly.

I frown in disgust as I recalled all of the food that was at the party. It was mostly covered in fatty oil and grease, which would have done a disastrous number on my skin. The thought about touching that slump made my skin crawl. So, no, I didn’t have anything after dinner last night, but I didn’t tell that to father, I just smiled at him sheepishly. My father got the message, and sigh faintly.

“I hope you’re satisfied with some dry toast and tea,” father replied stoically. “With your mother and sister due back early Monday night, that all I can offer you.”

I just nodded meekly and turned to leave my room. I suddenly lost my balance, once again thanks to my new forward equipment, and fall backwards. I was lucky that father was behind him and was able to get catch me. I looked up into his stoic face, feeling my own face starting to redden again.

“Hmm…you’re lighter and shorter as well…interesting,” father mused analytically.

Father then helped me to stand and even put his arm around my shoulder for added balance. I couldn’t stop myself from leaning onto my father’s body, as we proceeded to the first floor and into the kitchen. Maybe this was just the moment, but I felt a strong sense of safety being so closed to my father. I think I can now understand what my sister’s feels when father’s holding her.

I couldn’t help but smile slightly. I was starting to think that being turned into a girl wasn’t so bad after all. I could do without the tail, however.

(…)

True to his word, father had made breakfast and while not much, it did settle the rumble in my stomach and that gave me a little more energy to think. Father must have sense this as well, because he began asking questions again. There weren’t anything too bad, just the usual questions; like if I ate anything out of the ordinary before the party. I gave the same answer for all the questions that fathered asked of me, and that lift him and me in utter confusion. 20 minutes after breakfast, father bit the bullet and asked if he could get some samples from me. I didn’t say no, and he quickly retreated to his study, where his tools were located.

I was left alone with my thoughts, and I began to feel anxious again. Old thoughts began to resurface, and I could feel myself fidgeting as those thoughts weren’t go away. Finally, to keep myself from having a nervous breakdown, I decided to work on my walking. Thanks to father I had gotten a sense of balance while walking to the kitchen, but I was still uneasy on standing on my own two feet. I was thankful that the diner room was large enough that I could walk without anything getting in my way.

I slowly stood up, keeping myself sturdy via the table. I took it easy, keeping my hands firmly on table until I’m certain I am stable. Once I was sure I had enough footing, I slowly moved my left hand away from the table. I held it out to my side, in a pose I have seen new gymnastic do when they’re first learning how to balance on a beam. Once I was sure I was balanced, I removed my other hand, and treated it the same as my left arm.

“Baby steps, baby steps,” I repeated to myself nervously as I began to walk round, feeling awkward because of how I held myself.

I think five minutes pasted before I got causal walking down, and I still nearly tripped four times. Another four minutes passed before I was confident enough to walk without using my arms for support. Another three minute past, and I was strolling like I was on a catwalk, feeling strangely confident in my new body.

I actually imagine that I was on a catwalk, modeling some of the latest fashion around. I even imagine myself in an outfit I have never seen before. The outfit was simple, but that’s were the elegant lays. The skirt of the dress was divided in two, with the front stopping short of the thighs, and the sides reaching towards the ankles. I wore a pair of dress shoes with two-inch heels. The top of my dress was sleeveless with a large collar reaching down the center of my chest. I were also wearing gloves that reached passed the elbows, and to top it all off was a single gold necklace tight around my neck.

The entire outfit was a light pink color or a dark magenta color. I really didn’t know; outside of the basic black and white, I always had trouble with colors.

I giggled as I realized I had seen my imaginary dress before. It was a human version of the dress Rarity had made in that season-three episode. You know the one where Pinkie Pie uses a magic pool to make clones. Yeah, not one of my favorites, but arguable the one that get me interest in the show in the first place.

I once again giggled to myself, as I let all my other thoughts leave me, and continue to get lost in my imaginary fashion show. I know that I was getting lost in my inner Rarity and to be blunt, I didn’t care. I liked the feeling of being able to work again without the fear of falling flat on my face.

My bless was short lived, however.

“Wow, now I know what James meant when he said having a pretty daughter is one of the wonders of the world…”

I let out a small eep, and came back to reality to see my father staring at me in wonder, his stoic face replaced with one of fatherly awe. I looked down and noticed that, at some time in my little dream world, I had taken hold skirt of my gown and had lifted it so I could move better. I felt myself blushing wildly as I realize the awkwardness of the event.

I frown as my father’s words came to me. You know the sister he mentioned before? Well, she’s a tomboy, been one since she was six, and never really grew out of it, even during puberty. Admittedly, everyone in the family has been little disappointed with this little development. Father never had the chance to gash over his cute daughter, mother never got those mother/daughter shopping bonding trips, and me…Well, I have to endure much teasing from my 15-year-old sister. I take it all in good humor after all it was unladylike to lower myself to such standards.

I would have become disturbed by thoughts, if I didn’t catch the last of my father’s words. I blink twice and looked at my father in puzzlement. “What did you say father?” I asked in slight confusion.

“I was asking if you take a seat so I could get my samples,” Father repeated calmly.

I couldn’t stop a light blush from forming on my cheeks, as I nodded meekly, and returned to my seat.

“Since the skin would take the longest, I would do the hair and blood first,” Father explained as I felt him moving behind me.

I couldn’t stop the light shudder that escaped me. Even before my transformation, I have always considered my hair a treasure and now that Rarity’s traits are starting to merge with my own thoughts, I consider my hair even more important.

“Please, just be gentle father, and try not to cut it so any part would be uneven,” I replied reluctantly.

“Don’t worry, all I took was a simple strain,” Father replied reassuringly. “Now, relax your arm on the table.”

I did as I was asked, and watched as father took out a needle and I felt the blood drain from my face. I could only watch up to the point where father tipped my arm to expose a vein, and then I needed to look away. I have always had a problem with needles, and since becoming Rarity, my fear had seems to have gotten worse. I wince slightly as I felt the needle enter into my skin, and needed to use all of my self-control to reframe from hitting father.

“Good, now all that’s left is the skin,” father said calmly, and I heard a cap snap.

I looked at father as he put the needle away, and took out some kind of scrapper. I watched as father began running it lightly across my skin. It wasn’t painful or anything, but I couldn’t help but shiver when the cold steel touched my flesh. Now comes the waiting and the silence, and I hate the silence, it gives me too much time to think.

“Father…I have often been curious as to why you work in this small town?” I asked, saying the first thing that popped into my head. “I mean, with your skills you probably could have worked in some of the bigger and best names in the field.”

Father chuckled dryly, as he finished his work, and put away his tools away. He straightened up and looked me in the eyes.

“A lot of my ideas and theories are considered unconventional by my peers,” father replied calmly.

I titled my head to right slightly, confused by my father’s words. True, I actually didn’t understand much of his work, but father was still an intellect person, so why would others consider his idea unconventional? Father must have sensed my confusion because he chuckle dryly as he took his seat at the table.

“Do you know what my college graduation paper was about?” I shook my head no, and father just chuckle again. “Not surprising, I really don’t talk about that time very much.”

Again, I just stared at father in confusion, and father chuckled dryly again. I was actually starting to get a little crept out by that, this was the first time I have seen my father like this and it was a little freaky. I guess father sense my discomfort, and decided to turn serious.

“I have theorized that survival plays an important part in the evolutional cycle,” father explained seriously.

I tried really hard, I truly did, but I couldn’t stop the few wayward giggles that escaped me. I frown in discomfort when I notice the disheartened looked my father was suddenly sporting. But I couldn’t help it, it sounded funny, and I wasn’t all that smart either.

“Sorry father,” I apologized weakly. “It’s just that it sounds funny, and you have tutor me since I was fourteen and I still only make average grades in both bio and science and even I find that to be…”

I paused long enough to think on a proper word that wouldn’t hurt my father’s feelings. I didn’t get that chance, however, and what I heard next made my heart sink.

“…Ridiculously stupid?” father said in deadpan.

I wince slightly at father’s tone. I was now officially crept out. Like I said before, time and time again, my father’s a man of few expressions, but even I know when he deadpans it never means anything good. Thankfully, and like the rest of the morning, my father had sense my discomfort, and decided to try and ease my discomfort.

“That’s one of the mean reasons why I feel content working at A&W Labs. A lot of people there are more opened-minded about my ideas. Besides, those Sunday nights poker games at the Junes’ family-” my father suddenly stopped mid-stream, and gawk at me with wide-eyes.

I stared at father in puzzlement, and watched as his face pale slightly. I was seriously crept out, more so then a few minutes ago. I had never seen this reaction in my father before, and it was causing a pit to form in the bottom of my stomach.

Still…I tried to keep myself composed as I said, “Father…what’s wrong. Is there something on my fa-gah?” I let out a scream that could shatter glass as I lifted my hand to my face.

There, growing on my hand at a rapid pace was white fur. I watched, in stun silence, as the fur rapidly moved up my hand, reaching the wrist and going farther. The fur reached my elbow within seconds and then went over my breast line, and down my other arm. I could feel the accursed fur spread over the rest of my body.

“R-Richard, yo-your face!” father stammered breathlessly.

I was close to hyperventilating at this point, but my curiosity got the best of me, and I lightly touched my face with my hand. It was more pushed out then it should be, and I think my nose had grown, as well. My hand began to shake something fierce as I raised it to the top of my head. I could feel something twitching close to the top of my head. Something that, by all rights, shouldn’t be there!

Well…that was the final straw for me. My head began swimming as my version blurred. I could hear my father’s voice, trying to reach me and tell me something. My brain couldn’t process anything at the moment, and I did the only logically sane thing…I fainted.

(…)

The first thought I had as I slowly returned to the waking world was very simple; please let what I just experienced be a dream. That hope was dashed quite quickly, when I felt something rubbing against the table. I slowly opened my eyes, and was meant with a very unfortunate sight. My hand still covered in white fur.

I sigh faintly as I straightened up and said the first thing that came to mind, “How long was I out?”

“About 12 minutes,” Father replied offhandedly. “You also have a textest from someone.”

I sighed faintly at father’s poor use of modern terms, and looked at my father, who just happens to be standing to my right. Everything was immediately forgotten when I noticed the light gray multi-pocketed vest that father was examining. Where did that came from? I certainly don’t have anything like that in my belongings.

“Father? Where did that come from?” I asked curiously.

Father looked at me, and I knew from that look in his eyes that he was just as puzzled as I am. “I honestly don’t know. I heard a noise, and when I went to investigate it, I found your phone in this,” Father explained calmly.

My phone…I usual keep my phone in my jacket pocket, if I’m not charging it. And if I remember correctly I put my jacket away in the closet near the kitchen. Wait…my phone. I looked to my left and saw my Android sitting on the table. I frown as I picked up the device. My phone has been black since the day I got it.

That wasn’t the case anymore. Now it was white, about the same shade as my new coat. And on the back of the device was my cutie mark. Only it wasn’t a sticker or some sort of decal, but it looks engraved on it.

I shake off the creepiness I was feeling, as I turned it so I could see the screen. My eyes snapped open when I read the name on my screen. I quickly opened the message and read it. I read it a second time to insure that it was corrected, and suddenly, everything I felt this morning was of minor importance.

“Father! I have to go!” I said urgently, standing.

I tried to hurry to my room to find something to wear, but father stopped me by grabbing my wrist.

“Richard… what’s wrong. What was that message about?” Father asked calmly.

I snapped my head around and aimed a sharp glare at my father. I flattered when I saw my father aiming a much more powerful glare at me. If there was one thing about my father that I was actually afraid of…it was his glare. It was just something about the eyes, like they could burn a hole through you.

I sigh slightly and relax my body the best I could. Father also relax slightly, but kept his hold on my wrist. I got a little closer to relieve whatever tension was lift in it, and looked at my father right in the eyes.

“That message was from Frank Simons. It seems he had undergone a similar change to my own, and is close to a panic attack,” I explained quickly. “I have to go to him as soon as possible.”

Father removed his hand from wrist and folded both arms over his chest. Oh, I know that look, and I wasn’t going to like it.

“Frank…he’s the boy with the bitter bones, correct?” I nodded and father took that as his cue to continue. “And if I remember correctly, he was involved in a small accident that left him with a badly injured leg, right?”

I cast my eyes down as I tried to cast that horrible memory from my mind. I don’t want to remember that time, when I foolishly accepted a dare, and my friend tried to stop me. It didn’t end well, and my friend was hurt, all because I was stupid.

“Yes father, he was in accident,” I replied solemnly. “And that’s why I have to go.”

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” Father said calmly.

I snapped my head and glared at my father. My best friend was in a panic, and father was against the idea? He just doesn’t understand…I need to go and help my friend.

“What’s the matter father?” I snapped angrily. “My best friend is in trouble and you don’t think I should help him out? I don’t care that I had turned into a girl, father! I’m going to help by best friend, and that’s final!”

Father looked at me stoically, and without a word walked up to me. He then did something quite unexpected; he wrapped me in a tight, fatherly embrace. I was so surprise by the action, I felt my temper cool and find myself reluctantly returning the gesture.

“I don’t care that you’re a girl now. I’m more worried what people would think if they see a bipedal horse walking around,” my father said in a surprisingly soft voice. “I just don’t want anything bad to happen to my child.”

With that I felt my anger completely subside, and I embraced him completely, feeling my phone jabbing into his back, but I knew it didn’t bother him. Because of his stoic nature I often forget how kind and caring my father truly is. Still…a friend is in danger and scared, and I may not become the Element of Loyalty, but I wasn’t one to leave a friend behind.

“I’m sorry for losing my temper, father,” I apologized sincerely. “But I still have to go. I’m not leaving a friend in distress.”

Father sighs and pulled away from me but kept his arms around me. “I know, and I can’t blame you for that. But what do you plan to do after you reached him?” father asked seriously.

I frown as I turned my father’s word around in my head. What would I do once I reached my friend? Oh, how I do wish Rupert was here. He’s far better at planning then I.

Wait…Rupert! He’s has a car! He could go and pick up Frank! I released myself from father and quickly looked to my phone, cycling through my address book until I found the proper number. I passed the number without a second thought, and turned on my speaker as I waited for the call to connect.

I didn’t have wait long for my call to be answered, and what I heard next nearly caused me to faint.

“Listen Richard, I know I may sound different, but it’s me.”

If my face wasn’t covered in white fur it probably would have paled to a sickly white. Though the voice was far different from what I was used to, I would never forget that tone. But that voice…I can’t forget it either.

“Rupert…YOU TURNED INTO RAINBOW DASH!” I squeaked loudly in surprised.

“Yeah…and judging from your voice, you either turned into Rarity or her little sister Sweetie Belle,” Rupert replied with surprising sarcastic wit.

I felt a twitch of anger build in me. I know my voice is now different, but I don’t think that warrants the tone my friend was taking with me. Besides, I think my voice sounds so much better then the sister of the pony I have become. Also, there’s no reason to take such a tone with a lady should as I.

I didn’t care at the moment that my thoughts had once again shifted to a Rarity-Pattern. I was more concern with scolding my rude friend. Before I could act, however, father gently grabbed my phone from me.

“Mister Douglaston...Am I to understand that you have undergone a similar transformation like my son?” father asked stoically.

I heard a sigh come from my phone, followed by my friend’s voice, “Yeah, should have know Richard would have his phone on speaker. And yes, I have change, like your son. Also, a good friend of our Tina Springs had also changed,” Rupert explained calmly.

I felt my small bound of anger disappear, as I recalled why I call Rupert in the first place. I gestured for my phone back, and father reluctantly handed it to me. It was clear he would like to hear more about our friend, but I also had matters that needed attended as well.

“Rupert-Darling-” I nearly bit my lip when I said that, but pressed onwards, “-the reason I called is that Frank had also changed, and I was wondering if you could pick him up with your car.”

The line suddenly went quiet. I don’t know if it was from my earlier line or something else entirely. I looked at my father, and he just looked at me calmly. Finally, after a near minute of tense silence, my friend spoke.

“Sorry, but that’s a no go. My car’s in the shop. Something’s wrong with the muffler. What about your dad? Can’t he pick up Frank?”

Now it was my father’s turn to sigh, and I titled the phone toward him, so my friend could hear him better.

“Sadly, Mister Douglaston, my wife has my car and wouldn’t be back until some time tomorrow,” father replied reluctantly.

The line went silence for a moment and I fear my friend may have hanged up on me. I quickly dismissed that though. Rupert wasn’t the type to hang up on people.

“Okay, Tina’s coming here. Maybe you get Frank and we can talk about this once we are all together,” Rupert said calmly.

I bit my lip, unsure of how to proceed next. The words of my father were stilling ringing in my head. Thankfully father was there to pick up where I left off.

“Mister Douglaston, why would my son need to go over to your place?” he asked calmly.

“No offence doc, but my place is pretty out there. There’s a lot less of a chance of someone spotting us out here. Besides, it better then sitting on our new tails, and playing with our thumbs,” Rupert replied.

I frown as I stared at the phone as something came to my mind. My friend was being a bit sarcastic. The only time Rupert gets sarcastic is when something is causing him stress. That didn’t fill me with confidence, but I tried to hide it as I spoke.

“I understand. I would see what I can do.”

I hanged up, and looked at my father. I was surprise to see his face betraying his thoughts for once. I could tell a number of emotions were going through him, and to tell the truth, it scared me.

“You know I’m against this, right?” father asked stressfully.

I sigh faintly and looked at my phone. “I am father,” said softly, looking at him. “But you can’t deny Rupert’s logic, and you know I would never leave a friend in distress.”

Father sigh heavily, but nodded. I smiled gratefully, and was preparing to leave when my father couch to get my attention.

“Ahem, are you going out like that?” father asked disapprovingly.

It took me only a moment to realize what he meant and I looked down at my grown. I looked at my father as a heavy blush started to form.

“Right, off I go to get proper,” I said awkwardly.

I then hurry off to my room, to find something to wear. Now, all I needed to worry about is what to wear.

(…)

It turns out finding a suitable outfit wasn’t that hard. When I had entered my room, it was there, where I set my old outfit last night. It even had a fresh, clear smell coming from it, like it been washed recently and hung out to dry in a spring breeze.

But I wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, heck I’m part horse now. So I quickly changed into the new outfit.

I will spare you (and me) the embarrassment of what Transpire next, and just tell you about my fabulous new outfit.

The outfit was a simple one-piece dress, no sleeves and a skirt that hugs my thighs. The dress was a baby blue, and there was a strip of yellow running down the sides of the dress and outlining the rim of the skirt. I was also wearing knee high boots, matching the color of my dress perfectly. I also found a gold bracelet which now rest smugly on my right wrist, and a pair of diamond shaped earrings which were now in my ears.

Funny, I didn’t even realize I had pierced ears until I noticed the earrings. I also noticed that my cutie mark had disappeared from my grown when I had removed it, and moved to my dress. But those small details were lost on me, as frown at my appearance in my mirror. No, my mane wasn’t out of order, I had comb it into Rarity’s usual style after getting dressed.

No, what was bugging me wasn’t the dress itself, it was simply fabulous and went really well with my new coat. It was just…something seems to be missing. For some reason all that comes to mind is that vest father found. I could imagine myself wearing that vest, completing this outfit.

I quickly shook my head to clear it. Now wasn’t the time to be caught up in my Rarityness, and hurried out of my room. I returned to the kitchen to find father examining my vest and phone now.

“Father, may I have my items back?” I asked politely.

Father looked at me, and his eyes widen ever so slightly one might miss it if they weren’t looking for it. He quickly regained his composure, and handed me my items. I gently set my phone on the table and looked at the vest. It was simple, with multi-pockets, like I have stated before. In fact, if I’m not mistaken this is one of those sewer’s vests. You know the type that sewers wear so they didn’t have to go and find their items?

I guess that shouldn’t be surprising, I’m the near splitting image of an up and coming fashion designer.

I let those thought fade into the back of my head, as I slip the vest on. It was a smug fit, covering my new body size perfectly. With my outfit now complete, I was ready to set out. I grabbed my phone and pocketed it. I was about to head out when I was stop by a light noise from my father.

“Before you go, I think this might help.” I turned too looked at him, and saw father holding a pale green trench coat and matching hat, a fedora. I frown at him, but before I could say a thing father could me off. “If you even make one fashion related sentence, I would force this onto you.”

Though his voice was void of any emotion, I knew when it was time to claim up and play the good son-turned-daughter. So I just closed my trap and nodded meekly. Father’s face was stoic as ever, as he moved to me and helps me into the crime against fashion. I find myself swimming in the thing, but it stayed on me.

Father most has done something to keep the item on my new petit body.

“Now, if you keep you’re hands in the coat’s pocket no one should be able to see them,” Father explained as he put the hat on my head. “The Fedora is going to be the problem. Because of your horn, the hat would be loose. But if you keep your head title at a 80 degree angle, my hat should cast enough shadow to hide your alter face.”

I nodded slightly, feeling the hat move around my head. I really glad I don’t have anything to see myself with I think I would faint on the spot. I quickly focused on the task at hand, and was readying to move out, when father pulled me into a tight hug.

“I’m still against this, understand?” father said softly.

“I know,” I replied kindly, wrapping my father in a hug. “But this is something I had to do.”

Father sigh and pulled away from me, but still kept his hands on me. He didn’t say a word, but he didn’t need to. I flashed him a reassuring smile as I slowly pulled myself free. I kept my smile on as I made my way to the exit, a sense of propose burning in my mind.

Hold on Frank, I’m coming.

Episode Four: Feeling Pink so Early

My Little Pony:
Equestria Girls-Mini:
Episode Four:
Feeling Pink So Early

I like a good prank as much as any one does, I am the class clown of my entire school, but not when it this early in the morning. A girl has to have standards, after all.

I remember waking up somewhat groggy, and I stumble out of bed. I saw the puffy tail on my rear, but didn’t think much of it, as I walked out of my room and into the bathroom. I splash some water into my face and looked into the mirror. Instead of sandy blonde hair kept straight and a pair of red eyes, I saw puffy pink hair and crystal blue eyes.

“Eh,” I shrugged lightly, and left the bathroom, not even giving my sudden change a second thought.

I what can I say, I wasn’t right in head first thing in the morning. I was about half way to the kitchen when my mind finally woke up enough to make me aware of what happened to me, and my eyes snapped opened. I spin around and run, hopped actually, back to the bathroom.

I saw at myself in the mirror with my mouth hanging slightly. Like I said before, I like a good joke as much as the next gal, but not this early in the morning, and not before I have my coffee Wheaties. That’s when I remember the tail and looked down at it. It was puffy like my hair, and sticking out of a hole in the gray jersey that I got from my super-duper best cousin Rupy.

I also saw some weird balloon marks on my hips, but I ignored it as I grabbed the obviously fake tail. “Come, ow, off, ow, you, ow, stupid, ow, tail!” I said as I tried to pull the tail off of me.

I continue to pull on this gag tail, ignoring the stab of pain I felt every time I pulled. I began to wrestle with the thing when I found couldn’t pull the thing off. I began to thrust around the room, knocking things off their stands, and eventually got out into the hall.

“Okay tail,” I said determinedly, nose flaring, “You’re going down and that’s final!”

I tightened my grip on the tail, planted my feet on the ground, and pulled with everything my six feet even body has. I let out a giant scream as I felt my body rocked back. This made me lose my footing, and I wobbled for about half a second before I fell flat on me face. Funny thing is I think something flew out of hair the second I face-planted. I quickly forgot about what just flew from my hair, and blew a lock out of my eyes, and looked at the tail.

“You win this round tail, but mark my words I wouldn’t be beaten so easily next time,” I said, making my vow of war on the thing.

I then got to my knees, and my brain finally told me about others things that I had missed early. My voice was much higher then last night. And then there are my boobs, which had grown a little since last night. And the shirt now fit like a glow, given it was a little big on me before now.

Still…none of that matter, I was to set on finding out who put this fake tail on me. I know it couldn’t by my forks; they’re the biggest sticks I know. Besides, it was Saturday and that meant they were at their store already. And that left only one person, and I jumped to my feet and bolted into that person’s room without a second thought. I use the name I gave him when I wanted to get his attention.

“...Gorge New York, New Jersey White House Potter!” I screamed, thrusting a finger into the air dramatically. “I demanded to know how to get rid of this tail, like, yesterday!”

I blinked seven times and three more times after that, when I notice my bro’s room empty. I was now sure that he was behind this prank. The only time when my bro is up and about on a Saturday is when he’s playing a prank, or if he slept over at his friends place. Still…I began to look around the room, tearing the neat room apart in less than 10 seconds. Another ten second later I find myself in the center of the trashed room, steam coming out of my ears.

I had torn the room apart and couldn’t find anything about a tail prank. I looked everywhere, even under a three month old tuna sandwich, and nothing. Either he took the secret of the prank with him or he has nothing to do with the tail. Either way you cut the pie, I was stuck.

I crossed my arms over my chest, and planted myself on my rear. I ignore the pain I felt from my tail and began to think. Who would be smart enough to pull a prank against me? More importantly how could someone even get into my place?

“Think Pam Potter. Who want’s to prank you?” suddenly, a list appeared in my head, about the size of skyscraper, and I couldn’t help but giggle.

I have pulled a prank everyone I know at least twice, and with my all-time favorite cousin I have prank him since we were little kids. So, as one could guess, the list of people I prank is endless. And that’s a good thing.

I would have gone over my list of pranks and people I prank over the years, if a certain sound didn’t distracted me. I looked at my tum-tum and realize I still haven’t had my coffee Wheaties yet.

I smiled to myself as I hopped to my feet, and hopped to the kitchen. Thankfully my parents always remember to make me fresh pot in the morning. I turned on the pot, and then collected the items I needed for my breakfast. A couple of minutes later I had everything I need and the coffee was ready. I poured a small bit into a bowl, added cream until it was a light brown and added five packets of Sweet ‘N’ Low. I next poor the Wheaties into another bowl, and then added the coffee.

“The breakfast of gods, champions, and let not forget Pinkies all around!” I giggled as I realized something.

The tail, my hair and my eyes all reminded me of Pinkie Pie, the pony I have model myself after before she was even a character. I just love that little pink pony to death and probably beyond. So, now I don’t consider this a prank anymore but a gift.

I chuckled to myself as I walked over to the table, and took my usual seat. I scope up a big spoon full of my special breakfast and shoved into my mouth with a second thought. The jolt I felt the moment the food reach my stomach was enough to shock the last bit of my sleeping brain into gear, and I realize something.

The tail, the one I thought was just some lame first-time prank, was real! The pain I got from all the tugging was proof of that. I put this news bit into my “check back” later folder, and continue with breakfast. I took another mouth full as I began to think things over. If I have the tail, hair, eyes, and cutie mark of the best pony in two worlds, then that could only mean one thing…

“I’M TURNING INTO PINKIE PIE!” I screamed gleefully.

I dropped my spoon into the bowl, pushed my chair out from the table and back flipped out of it. I landed gracefully onto my feet, and broke out into a wild dance, dancing old dances like the robot, disco fever, and others I don’t even know names for. How I know these dances I didn’t know, nor did I care.

“I’m turning into Pinkie! I’m turning into Pinkie!! I’M TURNING INTO PINKIE!” I sung in prefect pitch, as I grabbed my new tail and began to swing it about.

I think I did this for nearly 2 minutes before it hit me. And when I meant hit me I meant I accidentally danced into a wall. That small hit actually got me thinking in a different way. I’m turning in a pony from a cartoon aimed at young girls. How far would the change go? Will I turned into the pony completely, and have my mind overwritten like in that fan fiction group? Or would I turn into some of super deformed monster, one that’s tries to make everyone smile?

“Think, Pam, think,” I mumbled, lightly hitting my head against the wall. I hit my head 23 and half times before it hit me. “I know! I would call Rupy! He should know what to do!”

I pulled myself from my thinking wall, and hoped to my room. I opened my door and was meant with a wondrous sight. The walls are lined with blueprints of my next pranks, the lists of potential people I‘m going to prank, and finally, my large collection of Pinkie Pie collectables!

I bet you can’t guess who my favorite pony is. C’mon, guess, it would super-duper fun. Nope, it’s not Princess Luna, sillies. Nope, it’s not Princess Cadance, either, but you’re getting closer. Okay, okay, I will give…its Pinkie Pie!

Bet you didn’t see that one coming did you?

I chuckled to myself as I began the search for the Pink Raider, the nickname I given my smart-phone. Any time I’m in this room I couldn’t help but feel like my idol. There was just something about Pinkie that I really connected with, to her cartoonish antics, to her surprisingly deep character. I bet I’m the only one that sees that Pinkie’s can be just as deep as the other characters and somehow remain a big kid.

I chuckled again as I put the thought into the back mind and continue to search my phone. It didn’t take me long, about half-a-second before I find my phone. The Pink Raider was a good name for my phone; it was covered in a pink case and even has a Pinkie Pie cutie mark on it.

I smiled when I checked and found that my phone has a good charge. I was about to call my cousin up, when I think I got my first Pinkie sense. My skin felt tingly, my knees were knocking, and my tail was swishing a mile a minute. What this meant, I don’t know. I never heard Pinkie does something like I’m doing right now, not even in Fan fiction. So what could this mean?

I scratched my nose to try and get my mind in gear, and I realize it was longer then it should be. I cross my eyes and watched as my face grew out, and turned into a muzzle. I next looked at my left hand, and watched as familiar fur grew on it. I quickly realized what was happening here, and bolted into out of my room and back into the bathroom. I nearly squeal in pure delight when I saw myself.

I now looked like a human vision of Pinkie Pie. Everything was there, from her cute mark, to little nose and her amazing smile, which I was showcasing right now. I still couldn’t believe I have turned into Pinkie Pie… sorta, kinda, almost, I guess. I was still mostly me, but I was covered in pink fur and had a horse’s muzzle.

“Man, is Rupy going to flip when I tell him this!” I said happily as I cycle through my phone book, until I found my cousin’s number.

I thrust my thumb to the number but suddenly stopped. My thumb hovered probably half-a-inch from the number that could save me from whatever fate has in store for me.

“Pam, if it before 9 O’clock in the morning I would take any phone call from you as a prank, and lets voicemail get it. Got it?” the words that my cousin once said to me ringing heavily in my mind’s ear.

I looked at my phone and saw it was a little pass seven. Rupy probably wasn’t even up yet. He was probably still sleeping off the booze he had last night. My, I could drink an entire keg of the good stuff, and not even feel tipsy. I should know, I have drunk entire keg, as a dare, and I wasn’t even dizzy.

I quickly shook my head, and looked at the number. Do I call him and explain what happened to me? Will he think I was just trying to prank him for like the ninety-seventh time?

“What to do? What to do?” I asked in sing-song as I began moving around the bathroom, taking up a number of poses. “What to do? What to do?”

I continue to sing this as I moved from the bathroom, to around the rest of the house. I eventually found myself in my living, sitting upside down on the couch as my head hanging off the edge of the couch and kicking my feet idly against the head of the couch. I looked at my phone, my coz number still on the screen.

“Do I call him and knock some sense into him, and tell him I turned into Pinkie Pie? What do you think, Gummy 3.0?” I asked the stuff alligator to my left.

I had gotten him when I was moving around the house thinking about what to do. He looks a lot like the pet that the real Pinkie Pie has, but only yellow and with teeth. I found him broken and forgotten, and I got my friend’s mom to fix him up. I don’t even care what my bro thinks, I love my little gummy with all of my heart.

Sometimes I can even hear him talk. And right now, he was giving me a great idea. “You’re right, Gummy! I could just get a hold one of my other friends and they could knock some sense into my hardheaded cousin!” I exclaimed excitedly. “And I know the prefect pony for the job!”

I giggle to myself as when I realized what I said, and hopped off the couch, flipping onto my feet as I change numbers. I grin as I looked at the number for Tina Springs, my best gal pal. And I know she has a super crush on my coz, and she should be able to knock some sense into Rupy. I decided to go with text. That way I don’t have to deal with a major hangover grumpy pants.

I wrote out a simple message, one that only a true pony watcher would be able to figure out, and ended it with triple frowning faces. Now all I needed to do was wait. A half a second later, and I was already bored. So I guess the only thing to do is keep myself busy, while I wait for my friend.

But first things first! I need to get fancy. I picked up Gummy 3.0 and tucked him under my right arm, and bounced to my room. I giggled when I realized something; I was bouncing just like Pinkie Pie, and that made me squeal in delight. I liked this more and more, with each minute that passed. I was nearly giddy as a school filly, and realizing that only made me laugh that much harder.

(…)

Once I got to my pride and glory, I went about finding something fancy. It was super-duper easy too! It was just there, looking like I washed it a like a billion times. I wasted in time in getting dress. I was dressed in a flash, and now I was back in the bathroom, using the mirror to look at myself the best I could.

I was now wearing a pair of hot pink overhauls, with many pockets to it, no doubt to hold all the items for pranks. I’m also wearing pink high tops with many stitches in them, and a reddish pink shirt. The sleeves of the shirt are also mismatch; the right sleeves went over my hand, and the left sleeves barely reached to my elbow. I also found a blue bracelet which now was on my naked wrist.

I giggled when I noticed that my new cutie mark had magically appeared when I slip on my overhauls. I did a quick spin and giggled a little more, as I got a better look at myself. I notice how fitting my outfit was, it highlighted by new figure greatly.

I giggled for the third time, as a thought popped into my head. I could imagine talking to a humanoid Rarity and she lecturing me about how bad my new outfit was. I giggled again, when I thought about Richard Brook and how he would do the same thing as his favorite character.

I stopped giggling when I felt the Pink Raider go off in one of my pockets. I fished out my phone and looked at the screen. I frown a little when I notice it was from Tina. Part of me thought that she didn’t get my message. The Pinkie part of me wanted to believe in her friend and I listened to that part, opening the text without a second thought.

“Sorry it took so long to get back to you…had a sort of problem after leaving the house,” I read quietly. “But, if you’re message is too believed, then it means that you’re turning into Pinkie Pie, if you haven’t already. Rupert and I have also turned into human ponies as well. And if you don’t believe me, I had also text you a picture.”

I scrolled down and broke out in a wide grin when I saw the picture. It was my best friend, dressed in an outfit I knew she didn’t have last night, and looking all too adorable as a human Twilight Sparkle. And if I have anymore of Pinkie Pie’s reality bending powers, I would total jump through my phone and give my friend a big hug.

Wait…Tina Springs…TS…Twilight Sparkle! Holy chocolate sauce, my best friend’s name has the same letters as Twilight Sparkles. Wait! Tina/Twilight said that Rupy had also change like us, which means…my coz had gone pony! And it didn’t take much to figure out what pony he had turned into.

“…RD! Holy chocolate sauce, my cousin has tuned into Rainbow Dash!” I exclaimed with a giggling smile.

I broke out into hearty laughing as those words became clear to me. My all-time favorite cousin is now in the likeness of his, or should I say, her favorite pony, and to add insult to injure, she was probably now a she. And that made me laugh that much harder.

It was about this time that my brain switched into Pinkie mood, and I began to put the pieces together. All my friends have letters that started with the same letter as their favorite ponies, so I figure that they would be turning as well.

“…Let’s see, if Rupert Douglaston is turning into Rainbow Dash and Tina Springs is turning into wingless Twilight Sparkle…then that means my friend Richard Brook is going to be become Rarity, no last name. And probably Frank Simons is going to be Fluttershy,” I frown as I left the bathroom and headed to the back of the first floor, without noticing what I am doing. “Annie Julian is going to become Applejack? Bummer, we’re trading one farm girl for another. Though I don’t think Rupy would make a good Rainbow…he’s too serious. And Tina’s a little on the slow side, but I’m not complaining.”

I stopped my ranting and blink twice. I looked around and found myself in the backyard. I most have walked here without realizing it. I shrugged off this weird thing, and focused on the thing in front of me. It was covered by a thick tarp, hiding whatever was under it. I grin as I took a tool box from my right, and walked up to the thick tarp.

“Hi baby,” I said happily to the object under the cloth. “Your new and improve mama is here to gave you a well needed tune up.”

I threw the tarp off, as I opened the box and took out some several tools from it, ready work on the object under the tarp. I began to hum the smile song as I worked, keeping myself busy as I waited for my follow ponified friend.

Author's Note

Man, did I even suffer with writer block with this one. I wanted this one to be more upbeat instead of the slightly irritated characters I have been working with, but I found my brain refusing to work with me. But, I still manage somehow. And I hope this is as close to Pinkie Pie as I could get.

Episode Five: Shyly Cute

My Little Pony:
Equestria Girls-Mimi:
Episode Five:
Shyly Cute

I was woken up by the usual means, like every day since I had my accident, with my mother gently shaking me.

“Frank Honey. It time to get up,” my mother, Rachel Simons, said gently.

I groan slightly and snuggle deeper into covers. I knew why my mother was waking me, but at I didn’t care at the moment. I got home late last night, and I have a very small headache. The headache was a mix of not enough sleep and the two beers I had last night. Unfortunately for me, mom was well aware of this, and that only caused her to step-up her efforts to wake me.

“Frank, we talked about this last night. I let you go with your friends to that party, and you would get up on time to take your medicine, remember?” though my mother’s voice was still gentle, there was a certain undertone to her voice, one that only family could pick up on. And let me tell you something, when my mother uses that tone she means business.

So there wasn’t really a point in fighting. “I will be out shortly, just let wash my face first,” I said, speaking much softer then I normally do.

This didn’t go unnoticed by mom, either, as she put her hand to my forehead. When she knew that my head wasn’t burning with fever, she moved her hand gently to my throat and found a vein to check my heart rate.

“Are you okay, dear?” she asked gently. “You didn’t do anything you shouldn’t have?”

“Yes, mom,” I replied dutifully. “I only had two beers and that gave me a small headache that I’m having problems shaking.”

I heard mom sigh faintly and said, “Okay, honey. I will be waiting.”

I then heard her walk away, leaving me alone. The thought about going back to sleep crossed my mind, for about half a second and I quickly decided against that action. Like I said before, my mother isn’t one to be messed with. Even I would never cross her, even if she wouldn’t hurt a hair on my little head.

So, I threw off the pillow I was using cover my eyes, and set up. I threw off the covers, and slowly edge my legs over the edge of my bed. I frown when I looked at my left leg.

Living with brittle bones isn’t easy, but I manage and I’m not all that bitter with my lot in life. Though, I was sour when I had my accident when I tried to stop a friend from doing a stupid dare. No, I’m not mad at my friend, if anything, I’m mad at myself. I knew my friend could handle the dare, but I still tried to stop him.

I paid for meddling, in more ways then one. I broke my leg lightly, not bad, thank you Celestia, but it was my friend who suffered because of my actions. I heard that he was so depressed over what happened he didn’t eat for nearly a week. It took my mother and one of her famous mood shifts to scare him into eating again.

Yeah, my mom’s that scary when she wants to be.

I sigh faintly as I let though the old memories fade into the back of my mind, and grab my cane. My leg may be nearly healed, but it still lacks the strength needed to support me. I sigh again as I slowly stood up, making sure to keep my weight off my bad leg, and slowly made my way to the bathroom. I reached the bathroom, turned on the light and went to the sink without looking in the mirror. After two splashes of cold water to the face, I looked up at the mirror, hand reaching for a towel out of habit.

My hand froze when I got a good look at myself. I stayed at the mirror for nearly three minutes, allowing my brain to slowly take in everything. Finally, I screamed, only the sound came out was barely above an indoor voice. Though I didn’t think I scream very loudly, I still heard footsteps and my mother busted into the room a second later.

“Frank what’s-whoa…” to her credit, mom didn’t lose her composure when she saw the state I was in.

I, on the other hand, was close to a nervous breakdown. Hot, silent tears were running down my face, and my entire body was shaking like I had just stepped out a sub-zero freezer wearing nothing but my night outfit, which are just a pair of boxers, and an undershirt. Mom saw this behavior and acted immediately, pulling me into a calming embrace. That was enough to shock my brain back into gear, and I quickly returned the hug, my silent tears turning into full blow sobbing.

“Mom…? What’s-what’s happening to me?” I asked frantically through my tears.

Mom was silent for a moment, and I didn’t take that as a good sign. I stopped crying long enough to afford a glance up, and got a glance of myself in the mirror. I looked at the mirror again, feeling the pit in my stomach grow greatly.

Little known fact, I inherited a lot from my mother; from her chocolate brown hair, to her deep red eyes, with a small but noticeable green tint to them. Even my face resembles my mother’s face, only my face was slightly wider due to being a male. If it wasn’t for my slightly red skin, inherited from my father’s side of the family, I would look like a male version of my mother.

Except...I don’t see that anymore. Now my hair is pink and long, reaching past my shoulders. I have normally kept my hair short, near buzz cut size, due to the fact that I don’t like even slightly long hair. I notice that my left side seems to have a little more volume then my right side, covering my eye slightly. And then there were my eyes. They were now blue, a semi-deep color, and their shine with the fear I was feeling at the moment. Even my skin seems a little lighter then last night.

The sight was enough to make me cry, and I probably would have if mom didn’t begin to gently stroke my hair. I don’t know why, but I felt incredibly soothed by the action. It remained me a lot of when I was a kid and my father would pat me on the head when I nearly broke a bone.

I felt my emerging good mood disappeared when I began to think about my father, and new tears threatened to mix with the old ones. Mom must had sense this, as she stopped her stroking my hair and tightened her hug on me. I really didn’t want to think about my late father, so I buried myself into my mother’s chest and cried my heart out.

Mom’s very understands of these matters and let it continued without interruption. It took nearly ten minutes but I was finally able to push my father’s memory into back of my mind and calm myself enough to think about other things. Mom must have sense this, as she putted away and looked down at me with concern eyes.

“Frank?” she asked seriously. “What happen to you after you went to bed?”

“I fell instantly to sleep when my head touched the pillow,” I replied shyly.

Mom looked at me funny and I really couldn’t blame her. I know I can be a bit of a soft talker, but this was new level even for me. And I wasn’t the only one to notice it. I l watched as the look in my mother’s eyes changed, and become slightly shyer as she began to study me. I sorta of shrunk away as mom’s eyes continue to look me over.

I realized at the moment that it was just more then just my hair and eyes that had changed. I just didn’t know why I was changing or what I was changing into, though, and that scared me.

“Where did that came from?” the sound of my mother’s voice snapped me back to reality.

I looked at my mother’s slightly gawking face, and then followed her eyes to where she was looking. I think my heart skipped a beat when I saw the trio of pink butterflies on my hip. A quick check confirms that I have a second mark on my other hip.

I slowly look back at the mirror, taking in my appearance and it hit me at the moment. The hair, the eyes, the mark, the sudden shy demeanor…how could I have missed it before? I now look a little like…

“…Fluttershy,” I thought I heard my mother whisper.

I was about to ask what my mother meant when a familiar noise filled the room. Mom blinked at me as I hid behind my hair in true Fluttershy fashion. Her demeanor suddenly went through another change, and she put on a motherly smile.

“Well, I guess the mystery of the hair could wait ‘til after breakfast,” mom replied warmly.

With my face still hidden in my long hair, I nodded and grabbed my cane. My mother just continued to smile warmly as she stepped into the hallway, and allow me to exit the bathroom. We began making our way to the kitchen, and I was silently thankful that we lived in a one-story house.

I suddenly heard a faint gasp and looked behind me to find my mom gawking.

I looked where my mother was looking and once again felt my stomach drop. There, sitting at my tail bone, was a real tail, a pony’s tail in the same style of my new hair. I could only stare at it as it swings back and forth. I grabbed the tail with a shaking hand and gave it a light tug, wincing a bit when I felt the pain from the tug.

I felt my blood run cold as a disturbing thought popped into head. If I have the hair, eye, cutie mark and now the tail of Fluttershy…then that meant…

“…Mom,” I said weakly. “I’m turning into Fluttershy.”

Mom just sighed and said calmly, “Yeah, I thought as much when I saw your cutie mark.”

That was the final straw, my tears started anew, and I dropped my cane as I fell to my knees. I didn’t even feel any pain from the impact, though I didn’t care as I sob heavily into my hands.

Thoughts began to race around my head. I wasn’t a bad boy, so why was this happening to me? I went to church every Sunday, so why did god feel the need to punish me? Why is this happening to me? Why, why, why, WHY?!

I suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap me in a loving hug, and that brought me back to my senses. I looked into the deeply concern eyes of my mother, and just melted into her hug. I continue to cry into my mother shoulder and she continued to stroke my hair in a vain effort to comfort me.

“Why is this happening to me?” I asked weakly “What did I do wrong to deserve this kind of punishment?”

For a moment mom was quiet and I began to fear the worse. What if she doesn’t love me anymore? What if she gives me to some sort of lab and they do all kinds of things to me? The thoughts kept coming and it made me that much more afraid, my crying worsen at such thoughts.

Finally, my mom broke the silence and the words she spoke put my mind at ease. “I don’t know why this is happening, dear. But know this, I would never abandon you, no matter what happens,” she said in calm and soothing voice.

I stopped crying long enough to look my mother right in the eyes. I saw nothing but love and sincerity in her eyes, and that put more of my fears to rest. But one thing was still on my mind.

“But why am I turning into Fluttershy, mom?” I asked weakly.

Mom looked uncertain but didn’t break eye contact. “I honestly can’t say,” she replied, slightly reluctantly. “But, and I know you would probably hate me for saying this, remember what you’re father always said in times like this.”

She was partly right, just hearing about my father was enough to tighten my chest up, but I could never hate her for using him in a positive light. I took a couple calming breaths and looked steel my nerves as much as I could.

“He would say, “that even the darkest cloud has a silver and gold lining,” I said weakly.

Mom smiled at this and said gently, “Good, and remember…human or pony, boy or girl, I will always love you.”

I smiled at my mother’s loving words, only to have that smile turned into a thinking frown as I worked over my mom’s words. If I was indeed turning into Fluttershy, then wouldn’t that mean I would also be turning into a girl? How did I feel about that?

“Listen,” mom said, bringing me out of my thoughts, and I looked at her. “We don’t know what causing this, but there no since in worrying about it, especially on an empty stomach. So how about that breakfast...?”

I couldn’t help but smile. Leave it to my mother to somehow shift a serious moment to a light-hearted moment at the drop of a hat. And I was still hungry.

So, with a quick nod, I stood up. I happen to see my cane out of the bottom of my eyes, and panic slightly. My panic quickly turned into confusion when I realized something. My leg wasn’t in pain. It may have mostly healed from that stupid stunt, but it couldn’t support my body without feeling a bit of pain through it. Still, my leg felt stronger then it ever have in my life. In fact, my entire body felt stronger then it ever has.

And I wasn’t the only one to notice it.

“Amazing,” mom said, shift into a more pro-like mindset. “It seems whatever is changing you are somehow strengthening your bones.”

I blushed heavily and hid in my mane, as I would now call it, as mom lean down and examine my bad leg. She probably would have continued like this for a while, if a familiar sound didn’t suddenly fill the room. But it didn’t come from me, this time. Mom looked up at me with her own sheepish smile, and straightened up.

“…Right, breakfast,” mom replied awkwardly.

I couldn’t help but laugh a Fluttershy laugh as mom walked past me. It was a rare sight to see my mom flustered, and somewhat mood-lifting.

I began walking behind her, amazed by the strength my body now has. I think this was the first time I have even felt like this. It made me feel like I could take on the world! Still, I wasn’t completely settled on turning into Fluttershy. But that could wait until after breakfast.

(…)

“You don’t think it’s a good idea to take my meds?” I asked uncertainly.

Mom shook her head as she got up and collected the empty plates. “It’s not a good idea to take medicine when you’re not ill or anything. By Celestia, I know I have problems when one of my regulars overdosed their sick pets, and that leaves them in even worse condition.” Mom walked to the sink and began to wash the dishes. “Beside, those meds were just some strong supplements the doc gave you in hopes to speed up your recovery.”

I nodded slightly, not that mom could see the action, and finished off my coffee. I looked at my mom, frowning in thought. She didn’t think I figure it out, but she wasn’t as discreet as she thought she was. I picked up on the pony talk and I knew that meant only one thing.

“Mom…?” I spoke quietly, but like all the other times my mother heard me and looked at me curiously. I would admit the look she gave me made shy away slightly, but I calm myself the best I could and said, “You don’t watch “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic”, do you?”

Like I have been saying this entire time, my mom isn’t one to lose her composure easy. Even if she caught off guard it rarely shows on her face. This wasn’t one of these times. Mom’s mouth hang over slightly for about half a second before the shock wore off and she smiled gently. She turned off the water and returned to her seat.

“…Yes. I have been a fan of the show close to half a year now,” mom replied warmly. “It’s not every day that you get patients at a vet clinic. As you can imagine, I sometimes have a lot of free time. Given, it’s far and in-between between though periods-”

I giggled a little, I didn’t mean to, but I could help myself. The only time mom talks like this is when she’s more flustered then she lets on. Mom picked up on this, and couched to regain her composure.

“Anyways, as you can guess, it can get pretty boring during those times, and I usual just sort through the internet, after I finished with all my usual chores. I stumble on the show by accident and decided to check it out. I could see why they were so much hype about the show,” mom suddenly looked down, trying to hide the faint blush that was form on her face. “…And Fluttershy is my favorite pony.”

My entire mind was a blank at the moment. I don’t know what was more shocking, turning into Fluttershy, or learning my own mother was a fan of the show and that Fluttershy was her favorite pony?

I didn’t get to answer that as I suddenly heard mom gasp, and that broke me from my inner debate. I refocused on her and saw that her mouth was complete hanging open, and some of the color had drained from her face. This got me immediately worried. To see such reaction from my usual composed mother wasn’t a good sign.

My first thoughts were that I have changed completely, and looked at my hands. My hands had changed, but not in the way I was expecting. They were still human hands, only now more slender. I looked down at my body and confirmed what I have begun to fear.

I have turned into a girl. One with considerable large breast, not ridiculous large, but still larger then most nature-born girls has. If anything my new “items” remained me of the picture of a human Fluttershy I once saw online. I also notice my outfit had gone through a change. I was now wearing a white robe with the purple trimmings, part of the iconic look for the pony I was turning into.

Funny, I didn’t notice my cloths had change until I actually saw the robe. I become curious and slowly brought my hands, grabbing the ends and opening the robe enough for me to get a good look down it. I think I blush 100 shade of red when I noticed that I didn’t have anything under my robe. I scrambled to close my robe when I became aware of light giggling. I looked at my mother, and nearly fainted on the sport, when I noticed the smile she was wearing.

“What’s the matter, dear?” she asked teasingly. “It’s just us girls here, no need be so…bashful.”

I felt a pit form in my stomach. My mom had gone through another mood shift, but in this case, she had shifted into her rarely seen teasing mode. That mode only appears for a select few and it never good for anyone on the other end.

But…fate is cruel, funny, and ironic in many ways. And as I feared the worse, my skin erupted in a violent itch. I moved to get the itch, only to stop when I noticed hands were growing butterscotch yellow fur. I pulled up my sleeve and saw the same fur on my arm. Close to shock, I slowly raised my shaking hands and felt my face. I felt tears come when I noticed that my face wasn’t flat anymore, and moving my hands up farther confirmed that my ears had moved and changed shape.

I was about to check something else, the last thing that would confirmed everything when I suddenly felt lightheaded. I slump forward a bit as I held my head tightly. The lightheadedness pass rather quickly, but for someone who deals with sickness on a regular basis due to weak immunity brought on by weak bones, the nauseas that came with it didn’t leave as quickly.

I took in several quick breaths of air, trying to get as much oxygen into my system as quick as possible. My head was finally clearing when I notice someone touching something behind my back. I slowly turned my head, and my eyes widened when I noticed my mother softly stroking my left wing. I would have probably panic if not for the strange sensation coming from the wing being stroked.

It was weird, but in a good way. It sent a tingle down my body that remained me of a massage I once had. To bad it ended rather quickly, as I heard my mother speaking.

“Interesting, those these wings just formed, yet they look well developed, like you have been using them all your life,” mom said, having mood-shift to professional mode.

My mother’s words suddenly hit home, and I felt like crying again. Mom noticed that and took me into a comforting hug. I returned the gesture as I felt my tears come.

“Mama-”I nearly bit my tongue when I said that, but try to shake it off as I continued, “-I’m so scared. What am I going to do?”

Mama sighed faintly, and just stroke me mane in a comforting fashion. I sorta of melted into her embraced like a little girl who just got the scare of her life. I might had giggle or maybe groan as the irony of my own words, if mama hadn’t spoken.

“I don’t know, dear, but I do know you wouldn’t be facing this alone.” she pulled away gently and offered a soft smile, “And maybe we could ask Doctor Brook-”

I cut mama off with a sharp gasp or as close to sharp as my new shyness would allow me and quickly but gently freed myself from my mama’s hold, and bolt out my chair and out of the kitchen. I would admit I became a little giddy as I raced towards my room. I couldn’t remember the last time I ever ran like this. And why my inner Fluttershy was urging me to slow down, I ignore that part of me as I rushed into my room, and grabbed my android off my stand.

I blinked when I noticed my phone had changed slightly, it was now yellow and has my cutie mark on it. I frown when I realized my train of thought. When did I consider Fluttershy’s cutie mark as my own? And how come I didn’t trip when running here? I have a changed sense of gravity, didn’t I?

I tried to put these disturbing thoughts into the back of me mind as I turned on my phone and waited for the thing to load. I would admit that waiting on my phone was making me a bit nervous. What if he doesn’t believe me? What if thinks I’m just some random joker? Oh, I don’t think I could handle it if my best friend rejects me.

I probably would have gasp as my thoughts, if the sound of my phone didn’t draw my thoughts towards it. I smiled softly when I noticed the picture that made-up my wallpaper. It was of my best friends and me. Just seeing that picture was enough to put some of me fears to rest. But I wasn’t ready to face my friend just yet. So I did the next best thing.

“Umm, Hello Richard, how are you today?” I spoke softly as I began typing out my text message. “Umm, listen, I know this may sound weird, I but I have turned into Fluttershy, and was wondering if you can help me, if that was okay with you, that is.”

I frown as I proofread my text. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I ha typed it out like Fluttershy would. I also couldn’t shake the feeling that the message sounded like I was panicking slightly. Should I retype the message and try to should more upbeat?

I quickly shake that idea out of my head, realizing that was my Fluttershyness taking hold again, and sent the message before my nerves were lost. With a heavy sigh, I put my phone on the corner of my stand and look around my room. I frown slightly as I came to realize just how plain my room looked. All I really have are a couple of basketball posters and that’s about it. Even the coverings on my bed are a plain blue.

I sigh again and began walking towards my closet. For reasons I couldn’t understand, I felt like redecorating my room, so it matched the way Fluttershy’s room looked in that Season 1 episode. I giggled to myself as I reached my closet. Redecorating could wait until I found myself something to wear. I was feeling somewhat self-conscious at the moment.

I opened the door to my closet and immediately saw the prefect outfit for me. I could see a butterscotch yellow sweater, a shade darker then my coat, next to a knee-high, grass green skirt. I could even see a pair of brown loafers under the clothes. I took them out and studied them completely. I felt really confident in this outfit, like it was meant to be mine. But I’m starting to get giddy and getting ahead of myself.

I still need something, something “private” before I could get dress.

I gently set the cloths onto my bed and then made my way to my dresser. I opened where I normally keep them, and wasn’t all to surprise to find the prefect underwear for me. I suddenly became a bit hesitant as I pulled the bra and panties out of the dresser.

I guess…the real question is…how do I put these things on?

I guess I was lucky as mama reached the room, her eyes looking at the ground. I immediately knew something was wrong. My mom maybe a master of her emotions, to show what she wanted others to see, but she didn’t know that she easy to read. And right now, she was worried about something, something other then me.

Mama looked up and put on a smile, a fake smile, as she said, “Would you like some help with that?”

Wordlessly I nodded and turned around. I felt mama moved closer to me, and soon, I felt her hands against my back. I frown a little when I realized she was looking for something, but couldn’t find it.

“Now that’s odd?” I heard mama mutter to herself, but thanks to my new ears I heard her.

“What’s wrong, mama?” I asked curiously, only to feel my shyness flare up, “I-If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine.”

“Well, it’s the oddest thing,” mama replied hesitantly, and I shuddered slightly as I felt her hand run along my back, “I don’t see any holes in your robe. In fact, it almost looks like your wings had passed through your robes.”

I frown as I loop my left hand over my back, trying to feel around my wings. Though I only could barely feel it, I did feel that there were no openings for my wings. My frown deepens as I began to think how I could take my robe wrong without tearing it. It’s not like my wings just disappear into my back.

Suddenly, I felt a strange tingle in an unknown location and let out a very soft and barely hearable ‘ow’ when I felt something snapped into my back. I frown as I notice a strange sensation around my shoulder blades. It wasn’t really painful, just mildly annoying, and making me feel like something heavy with being pressed against my back.

“Wow,” I heard mama gasp softly. I opened my mouth to say something, but mama regained her composure, as she said, “If I haven’t seen it, I wouldn’t have believed it.”

I spun around and faced my mother, who had a slight dazed look in her eyes. That look instantly vanished once her eyes meant my, and completely composed herself, probably for my sake.

“Mama?” I asked, my voice rising in distress and I thought tears were threatening to fall, “What’s wrong?”

Mama, for her part, kept her face stoic as she said, “I don’t know how it happen, but your wings just disappear into your back. How do you feel?”

I fidget slightly, trying to work the growing knot in my back as I said softly, “Feels like something heavy’s on my back.”

Mama frown lightly as she said, “Then you probably should get dress. We don’t know how having your wings in your body could affect it.”

I nodded meekly and was about change out of my robe, stopping to look at my mama bashfully. I quickly pushed those thoughts out of my Fluttershy head, and disrobed. I had nothing to fear, she is my mama, and I’m perfectly save when I’m with her. After I was left in nothing but my birthday suit, mama began to act taking the underwear and softly explaining how to wears them correctly.

(…)

A few minutes after getting dressed, I got a reply from Richard, and I was nervous to read it. What if he didn’t believe me? What if he shuns me because I’m different now? I don’t think I could live with myself if my best friend didn’t like me anymore because I was a little different.

I gave my head shake, trying to get rid of all of these thoughts. I opened the message before my inner Fluttershy could take hold again, and read the message. My eyes widen and I quickly reread the message as felt my nervousness gave away to giddiness.

“Mama!” I shouted loudly, or as loud as my new body would allow. “I’m not alone! Richard turned into Rarity and so have many of my friends! We’re all meeting at Rupert’s place to talk things over!”

I blinked as I realized there was nopony beside me in the living room. I frown as I found that odd, I was sure mama was right behind when I was walking out of my room. I suddenly felt a bit of my nervousness return. Except for a few times since all of this has started, mama have been by my side, and as weak and childish as this may sound, I felt uncomfortable without my mama around and I could feel my tears building again.

Fortunately for, mama entered into the living room with something folded in her arms. Without thinking, I ran into her arms and she dropped the item as she wrapped me in a tight hug. I cried into her shoulder like I had never cried before. Some part of me realize just foolish this was. She was only in another room, but the new part of me was just so scared by anything that was happening, and she was the only pillar I had at the moment.

“I’m sorry, dear,” mama said sympathetically. “I know a lot is happening to you that have scared you, and I know it’s not easy, but I need you to be brave. Can you do that for me?”

I pulled away from her and offered mama a weak smile. Yes, I was scared, more scare then I could remember, but as long as she was there, I believe I could handle things. Plus, Richard was coming over soon. I gasp faintly as I looked at my mama seriously.

“Mama, I’m not the only one!” I said firmly. “Richard change to, and so have others. We’re meeting up Rupert’s place to talk about it. I was thinking you could drive us over.”

Mama suddenly frowns and looked away, sighing low enough that she probably thought I couldn’t hear it. Unfortunately, with my pony ears I could ear it, and I could feel my confidence fading fast. I wanted say something, anything to break the crushing silence we were suddenly in, but I couldn’t find the confidence to say a word.

We waited for what felt like a lifetime before mama broke the silence with another sigh and looked at me with a small, but sad smile. “I’m sorry, dear, I want to help you, but I can’t, I really wish I could, but one of my clinic’s best clients had brought in her sick pet, and I’m the only one she trusts to do the operation,” mama explained softly.

I frown as I thought over things. I believed I knew who she was talking about, and at the moment I felt my heartache. And if the client was who I thought it was, then I wasn’t going to stand in my mama’s way of helping that poor soul. I was scared yes, but I was terrified if that poor pet was to meet a cruel fate at such a young age.

I gathered my nerves as I offered her a small smile as I whispered softly, “It is okay mama. I understand.”

Mama forced a smile onto her face as she lean down and retrieved the item she has lost when I grabbed her. I eyes widened as I recognized it immediately as a cloak I had worn to a fantasy-Convention last year. I blushed slightly as I remember that the cloak turn out be bigger then I first thought and I looked like a little kid playing dress-up when I got to the convention. I was so embarrassed by how things turned out I threw the cloak without a second thought.

Apparently mama kept it for some reason.

I was brought out my thoughts when I felt something drape over my frame and I realized that mama has been talking.

“-I had planned to have you use this so you could come with me, but I think it would be better if you wait here for Richard,” mama said reluctantly.

Mama then fell silent as she adjusted the cloak to insure that no one saw what was underneath it. I blinked as my senses fully returned, and I looked behind me. I was surprise to find that my wing had stayed down, allowing the cloak to hide them perfectly. I looked back at mama finished her work and brought me into another hug one that I returned wholeheartedly.

“I’m not completely comfortable with this,” mama said solemnly. “But I can’t think of any place better then with friends who understand what you’re going through.”

I simply nodded as I held my mama tighter, fearing if I let her go she would vanish and I would near see her again. After a few minutes though, mama reluctantly pulled herself free and gave me one final smile.

“Now, just wait here until Richard comes,” mama said simply as her smile was replaced with a frown. “Keep your cloak on when you’re out and your head held at a certain angle. That should keep anyone from seeing what underneath it.”

I simply nodded and mama brought me in for one final hug. She quickly pulled herself free, and looked at me uncertainty before sighing and walked out of the room. With my own uncertain sigh I walked to the couch, and taking a seat, I wrapped the cloak tightly around me. I could feel my nervousness returning as I listened to the sound of my mama’s car as she pulled out the driveway and drove off.

Now, alone, with only my thought to keep my company, I found myself scare out of my fur, and to hide myself from the world, I quickly brought up the hood to the cloak to hide me from hidden eyes

Now, all I can hope is that Richard gets here before my fears gets the best of me, and I turned into weeping mess.

Author's Note

I often imagine that Fluttershy's the type to call her mother, no matter the age, mama. Also, does anypony beside me feel like I may have often sold Futtershy's timidness?