Suddenly Starlet

I froze in place, I thought for a second on if I should run or not. They obviously have my information so it would be pointless. I sighed as I walked forward in defeat, “I'm here” I sulked in front of the door. I looked up to see a young man, he wasn't wearing anything especially fancy. He must be in disguise, “how did you find me?” I asked in sorrow.

He held my wallet up to his face. He looked back at me and let out a little giggle, “i found this, so that's you huh? Well, here you go.” he tossed the wallet to me and I caught it with m magic. He stood there a second and shrugged, he started to turn around.

I stopped him, “wait that's it?” I questioned incredulously.

“yeah, pretty much. Why were you expecting more?” he turned back to the door.

“you're not CIA?” I queried.

“nope” he just smiled at me.

“and your not gonna call the cops and tell them where I am?” I gave him a confused look. I was honestly confused at his reaction.

“why would I do that?” he was walking back now.

“I don't know, it just seems like something you would do.” I just stared at the man before me, I had to have a really stupid look on my face because he laughed.

“it's none of my business what you are, or used to be. I mean, I don't want anyone to be harmed because I was stupid enough to trust the system.” he had settled down to a small chuckle, “anyways, I might as well be going, it would seem you don't want to be found, so I'll just mosey on out.” he almost turned around to leave.

“wait! I haven't thanked you properly, could I interest you in a cup of tea?” I stopped him yet again, but this time I had something to offer.

“well, I guess it couldn't hurt.” he let out a chuckle to himself as he followed me inside. He looked around the house, “nice place” he was looking into a case that had a bunch of fragile glass figures.

“thanks, though it's not necessarily mine,” I got the kettle on the stove and walked over to look at the case with him. “this is mine, I made it,” I floated up a small cat figure, pulling it out of the case. I blew into a hole in its mouth and the air came out the back along with a whistling noise, “it's a whistle” I exclaimed.

“nice, you must be very good with your hands,” he held the cat in his hands, he looked it over. He put it back in it's place, he turned towards the piano. “do you play?” he looked at the piano in intrigue.

“i wish, I haven't been bothered to learn, my brother used to play.” I walked over to the piano and looked at the keys. In my head I thought of a tune I had always liked to learn, but I had never actually learned it. I remembered seeing some Synthesia videos about it and hummed happily as the tune came to my head. I had my eyes closed for some reason and when I opened them I saw that the man was just standing there smirking at me.

“you don't play huh?” he gave me an impressed look as I realized I could still hear the tune. I gasped and the tune stopped, I looked over to the piano.

“was I..?” I trailed off in amazement.

“yeah, you were. Nice song by the way.” he looked over at the piano, then he returned his gaze to me. “so, how long have you been that way?”

I sighed, “since this morning, it's kind of unnerving since no one else seems to be in the same predicament. I'm not sure what I should do,” I just looked at my hooves.

I guess I sounded really sad cause he knelt down to hug me, “hey, it's OK. I'm sure you'll figure this all out,” he released me.

I looked up at him, “thanks, I hope so,” the kettle started to whistle, “oh, the tea is done.” I walked back into the kitchen and pulled down the tea packets. “which one do you want?” I asked him, he inspected his choices carefully.

“I’ll have some hot chocolate if you don't mind,” he reached for one of the cartons behind me.

“oh, not at all, by all means.” I floated the kettle over a mug and filled it with the boiling water. I placed the packet in and handed him the mug. He graciously accepted it and we sat at the  kitchen table.

“so, are you a Brony?” he asked in such a casual tone.

I froze up at this, what type of question is that? I looked at him curiously, “yeah, why do you ask?”

“oh, just seemed to be right. I mean, a non-Brony turning into a pony? That just seems a little funny, but if you are a Brony, it would explain the OC.” he took a sip of his hot chocolate.

“how did you know it was an OC?” I asked a little more than surprised by his thinking.

“cause I'm a Brony, and I know a pony when I see one. But I don't exactly know any ponies with mane-styles like that.” he continued on in his casual demeanor. I guess that made sense, I just dropped the topic.

After a while of drinking he finally spoke up, “thank you for your kindness, but I'm afraid I must be going. I do hope we meet again, actually– ” he pulled a notepad out of his pocket and a pencil out of another, “here's my number, if you ever need anything at all don't be afraid to ask,” he handed me a  piece of paper with his number.

“thanks, I'll keep that in mind.” I waved my hoof to him as he walked away from the door. He turned back and flashed a smile and a wave back before he started up his car. I watched him drive away and even a little after that, I walked back into the house and poured myself another cup of tea. he was really nice, if a little weird. I'll have to make note of that, meet Bronies. They are weird, but they're nice.

the next hour was spent by me mostly just doing nothing as dinner was prepared, I wouldn't have been much help anyway. I couldn't stand the smell of the raw meat in there, it made me want to throw up pin-needles. When Dinner was made I walked out of my room, the smell of cooked meat was at least bearable, but I couldn't eat it still. Mom had gotten home and had gotten over the fact that I was a pony by now. Dinner went by without a hitch, the salad I had was yummy. It didn't even need any salad dressing or anything, looks like new taste-buds can really change a lot.

After dinner I helped with the dishes and just lazed around for a hour or so. When 8:00 rolled around I was feeling incredibly tired, so I hit the hay a bit earlier than usual. I got ready for bed, it's not all that hard when you don't wear clothes. As I lay in bed I thought on what to do next, I didn't have long to think before sleep fell upon me.