Orchid life

I was, once again, scooped up into the familiar comfort of my mothers arms before long. After I'd calmed down, I opened my eyes to see that I was back on the bucking couch... wonderful. And to make matters even more unpleasant, mom didn't seem to understand the whole crying thing. Yes, she was nice enough to pick me up off the floor and comfort me, but then...

"So, want to bother telling me why you keep crying like a baby?" Mom asked, "I get that you're a horse now, though I don't really like it, but you're not in diapers, so man up a little".

"First off, I'm a pony, not a horse," I stated, "Secondly, sorry I'm a filly, or a young female pony if you don't know. I'm young enough that falling like that kind of hurts. And what do fillies my age do when they get hurt? They cry".

"Actually, last time I checked, young horses, or ponies, don't cry regardless," Mom said, "They may feel pain, but they don't cry like a baby like you just did, so man up a little".

"Just because real colts and fillies don't cry like a human baby doesn't mean they don't cry like a baby when they get hurt," I said.

"And since when were you the equine expert?" Mom asked, "I thought you liked wolves".

"Well, yes, I do like wolves still, but I like little cartoon ponies as well," I said, "Kind of started when I first watched 'My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic' a couple years ago".

"'My Little Pony'? Ok, really?" Mom asked, "You do know that show is-".

"Originally just for little girls, yes I know," I said, "But we've gotten slightly off topic. Point is, I'm a filly, and my brain reacts in different ways as such to compensate for my new body and age. When I feel pain, I'm going to cry simply because that's just what fillies my age do when they get hurt. I'm sorry if you don't like it".

Mom went silent, and I could tell she was thinking about what I'd just said. I could almost see the gears turning as I sat there, waiting for her to say something.

"So, tell me, did you somehow do this to yourself because you wanted to be a girl?" Mom asked.

"Actually, I'd much rather be a colt in this case," I said, "Or well, I'd really rather be a stallion, but that's not how life works. Point is, I don't want to be a girl of ANY species".

"Then why?" Mom asked.

"You really do think I had a choice, don't you?" I asked, "I just told you I don't want to be female, so why would I be one if I had a choice to not be? Also, being a pegasus pony is neat and all, but I'd rather be in Equestria with this body, not here in this world where I'm not even supposed to exist now".

"Well, things like this don't just happen," Mom said.

"Well, obviously they do," I retorted, "Now, can we change the subject already and maybe have you help me get used to this? Perhaps we could start with food?".

Yea, sure... here," Mom said, sounding irritated, as she held out a very juicy looking apple.

Without even thinking, I wrapped my forelegs around the apple and pulled it away. I may be a pony, but there is no way in Tartarus that I would eat out of anyone's hand. I had underestimated my power, however, and ended up on my back within seconds of pulling backwards. I didn't care, though. I took one bite, and was rewarded with a wonderful flavor explosion. Apples had never before tasted so amazing, but hey... I'm a pony now, so I guess it makes sense. Within five minutes, all that remained of my small breakfast was the core.