A Musically Savvy Dressmaker
By darkponyD
001 – Surprise, Surprise!
‘Oh, misty eye of the mountain below
Keep careful watch of my brothers’ souls
And, should the sky be filled with fire and smoke
Keep watching over Durin’s sons.’
My eyes slowly opened as the opening verse of I See Fire played gently from my iHome, the light seeping into the from the cracks in the curtains barely illuminating the room enough to read the clock. 5:30 AM. Time to get ready for school, Yay! (Not!)
I quickly sat up, moving to get out of bed and into the bathroom, only to fall flat on my face. ‘Huh, odd,’ I think, absentmindedly scratching the back of my head with a hoof. ‘I must have stayed up way too late last night if my balance is off.’ That’s when reality caught up to me. ‘Wait, why can’t I feel my fingers?’ I slowly bring my arm down into my field of vision, praying and hoping I wouldn’t find what my mind was telling me was there. Of course, my prayers were for naught, as I pull a cream colored hoof into my line of sight. I started hyperventilating, and it was only through sheer force of will that I managed to keep from screaming.
I mentally slapped myself. ‘Get a hold of yourself Dmetri! You’re made of stronger stuff than this!’ Oh yeah, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Dmetri Tabor, a musically savvy eighteen year old fan My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Actually, scratch that. I have no idea who or what I am at this point, due to the change. TO THE BATHROOM, WHERE I WILL THEN EXAMINE MYSELF!
It quickly became obvious from the long mane and tail, along with a certain loss, that I had changed into a mare. A mare! Seriously?! Why the hay a mare?! Why not Doctor Whooves?! Hay, I’d even settle for Big Mac if it meant keeping my masculinity! *Ahem*, my apologies, I tend to start ranting when I get especially annoyed. Anyway, as I was saying, I found myself in the body of a mare. But which one? I quickly take a look at my flank, hopping my cutie mark will help me figure out who I was. No such luck. My cutie mark is a wide brimmed, purple hat with a feathery plume. Next course of action? The mirror of course!
The reflection that starred back at me was quite cute. Nope, not quite capturing it. Hmm, let’s see… Ah! I know! Adorable! That’s what my face was, adorable! My face was small-ish, with light cyan eyes, and a two-tone cyan and grey mane. A red ribbon fashioned into the shape of a flower was tucked just behind my ear. Around my neck is a sort of collar thing, like what you would find on a polo shirt. Also fastened around my neck, just under the collar, is a neckerchief. You know; like what the Boy Scouts wear, but a bit more formal. Even though I now know what I look like, I still don’t know which pony I am. For all I know, I’m someone’s OC!
I was at that moment that my mom, as usual, came knocking on my door. “Dmetri, time to get up!” I didn’t answer, knowing full well that if I did, I’d most likely get whacked upside the head!
My mom, assuming I was still asleep, opened my door, as I closed the door to the bathroom, quickly locking it behind me. Footsteps met my ears as she walked into the room and surveyed the empty bed. I kept my mouth shut, hardly daring to breathe as the footsteps started to come towards the bathroom. “Dmetri,” she says, knocking on the door. “I know you’re in there.”
‘Dang, she’s good,’ I think as I sigh. I slowly open the door, grasping the doorknob in my mouth. As the door opened, I shut my eyes and braced myself for the pain I was sure would come.
Surprisingly, the pain never came. I slowly crack an eye open to find my mom gapping. I’m serious; she stood there with her mouth on the floor! OK, maybe not that far, but it was still open far enough for an insect to fly down her throat.
“Uh, mom?” I ask, my new voice not only making me cringe, but shocking my mom even more. “You OK over there?”
“Um, uh, y-y-yeah…” she managed to stammer, before regaining control of herself. “Um, are you currently aware of what you look like?”
I rolled my eyes. “No, I haven’t looked at myself in the mirror of the bathroom I just came out of, and I haven’t fallen on my face since waking up either,” I reply, sarcasm dripping off of every syllable. “Here’s your sign.” I chuckle inwardly, pleased with my attempt at Bill Engval’s style of comedy. My mom, on the other, uh, hand? Hoof? Appendage? I’ll figure it out later. Anyway, my mom on the other hand, just rolled her eyes with a smile on her face.
“Alright, Mr. Comedian,” She says. “You’d better get ready to go. Just because you’re a pony now, it doesn’t mean you get to skip out on school.” With that, she leaves the room, closing the door behind her.
‘*Sigh*, I had been hoping to avoid going to school today…’ I think as I attempt, and utterly fail, to trot over to my backpack. ‘I should probably get walking down before I take care of my bag.’ I get myself back on my hooves, and start experimenting. I start with putting my right-front hoof out. Then I move my rear left hoof forward. So far, so good. I then moved the other two hooves that hadn’t moved yet forward…and fell on my face. ‘OK, that didn’t work, time to move on.’ It took another 30 minutes, but eventually, I get walking down.
I trot over to my bag. ‘Now how am I gonna do this?’ I quickly run through my options. Option one, I could try grasping stuff with my hooves, they proved in the show that it’s possible. I start prodding the zippers of my bag in an attempt to grasp one of them with my hoof. No luck. Rats. On to option two! My mouth. Always an option. But then there’s always option three; ask my mom for help… Yyyyeeeeaaaahhhh, no. Just, no. Not gonna happen.
With a sigh, I get to work, pulling my bag open with my teeth and producing my homework journal. I flip through to the Tuesday timetable. English. Nothing else. Sweet, I’ve already got my English books in my bag, all I need to do is get the other books and loose paper out of my bag, and then get my laptop in. I gently take each book in my mouth and set it on my desk in a pile. I then turn my attention to the loose papers. Not sure how to tackle this one, I tip my bag upside down and dump all the papers on my desk, satisfied, I turn to my laptop, the screen glowing with a picture of Vinyl Scratch. I close the screen, and, carefully, unplug the cords, stowing them in my bag. I then get up on my hind legs, setting my bag on my desk next to the laptop. I carefully pick up the laptop, and deposit it in my bag. With that done, I sling my bag on my back, taking care not to drop it.
I open the door of my room, and set out to the kitchen to find me some grub. Today is gonna be one CRAZY day!
