A Little Problem...

I opened my eyes as my back ached, and I stretched as I slowly got out of bed. I noticed my mane felt messer than usual.

I brushed past my mirror and I glanced at my face; startled at what store back.

My muzzle looked more broad; much like a stallion's, but the black marking still there. I had a more muscular body, and black hooves, kinda like Big Mac's. My mane was more spiked up and short, and my tail looked like a lightning strike.

My blue eyes widened as I shouted in surprise, a hoarse, stallion voice booming from my mouth.

I clamped my huge hooves over my broad muzzle and paced the floors.

"How could this have this happened? Who can I go to? I can't go outta town like this, it's spring and 'love is in the air.'" I was speaking aloud, and was panicking so much; my hooves were shaking and I couldn't stop sweating.

I now had a...d-dick...but that was the least of my concerns-I'm a freakin stallion!

I continued to pace the floors, trying to calm down.

"Aha! Smart Cookie might know how to fix this!" I concluded, draping a black cloak on my body.

I began to slowly fly out of my house, taking deep breaths. Hardly any ponies were outside, which was a good sign.

I flew towards Cookie's library, still no ponies in sight. Where were they?

"Man, that was some late night of-" I gasped in horror as my voice sounded like a stallion's.

I literally ran to the mirror, sweat pouring down my face as I stepped back at what store back.

My tan coat was more coarse and my muzzle was more wide and firmer.

My horn was taller and my mane looked more stallion than mare. No more eyelashes and I felt a new sense of lost dignity.

I flipped through my books frantically, when a Crash! was heard at my door, and a stallion bumped into me.

"Why I'll never sleep late again if it means missing this much wor-" I gaped my mouth in horror as I was right in front of my mirror, a stallion staring back.

My pale green fur was shorter and my voice was much hoarser and deep. My mane looked somewhat stallion like, but still had most of my looks, including my freckles and white hat, not to metion my cutie mark still tact.

"How'd this 'er happen to me? Out of all the mares' in town, ya pick me to swap genders! Ah see how it is!" I yelled aloud, my deep voice loudly echoing as I adjusted my white hat.

"Smart Cookie will help. I know she's very smart with remedies and ah'll that stuff..." I began to slowly trot outside, sun still not risen, headed toward Cookie's library.

I was awakened by my pet bat, Nightwatcher with him flapping his wings on my muzzle, awakening me slowly.

I pet his cute, little, furry belly and smiled at him. He gave me a strange look, and shook his head, sniffing me and resting on my shoulder. I gave him a concerned look, and he handed me my brush.

I began to brush my hair, and all of a sudden realized how short it was.

"Night, get me a mirror!" I practically shouted, and covered my mouth. My voice! I thought, hyperventalating.

The bat returned with a mirror in his talons, and held it in front of me, flapping his wings.

My mane was quite shorter than I thought it was, and was was more odd was my appearance, more masculine than mare. "I'm a stallion....Smart Cookie is my first stop...."  I thought as Night landed on my shoulder.

"Yay! A new day to troll! Wait..." I paused my joy and hopping when I realized I felt masculine.

"Meh...I'll just go tell Smart Cookie..." I boomed, snickering at my masculine body I looked quite silly with a short curly brown mane and white fur...how silly! I hopped on to Smart Cookie's place, the sun hardly shining down.

I removed my sleep cover and slowly got out of bed, trotting to the kitchen.

I stopped right away when I passed the bathroom mirror, in shock of what was in my reflection.

I had grey, more coarse fur...which meant more grooming and brushing! Ugh...and more beauty treatment....

My green eyes and dark grey mane looked somewhat curled but masculine, and I smelled like colone rather than perfume.

I rolled my eyes and ignited my horn, teleporting to Smart Cookie's.