Orchid life

"Hey uh... mom, could you possibly help me down?" I asked.

I'd had enough of the couch at this point, and wanted to get down. The problem? It's a big drop and I still don't know how my wings work. I also to be a filly, but mom doesn't seem to understand that.

"I'm not doing everything for you," Mom said.

"Fine, then I'll just try to get down on my own, unavoidably fall on my head, and cry again," I said, "That what you want? Cause I thought you didn't like my crying".

"I just want my son back," Mom said, "My nice, young man who did everything he wanted on his own without relying on me".

"Yea, well that's not going to happen," I said rather bluntly, "For the bajillinth time, I'm a filly now. I don't know how it happened, and I highly doubt it's reversible, so just accept it already".

That only seemed to upset her. Believe me, I don't particularly enjoy being a filly, but oh well. I'm pretty sure that, given some time, I can come to enjoy it. I've already accepted that I won't ever be human again.

And I'm being lifted off the couch all a sudden after I lay down and curl up. Who has decided to save me from the couch? Who is this kind soul? My cousin. Thank Celestia he didn't try to hug me to death... now wouldn't THAT be a way to go? Anyway, he put me down on the floor and then tossed a ball across the room. I think he wanted me to play fetch, but I'm not a dog so that's just not gonna happen.

I decided to try and see if there was something, anything in my room that might help me figure out what happened. After all, that was the last place I had been human. Gonna admit, it was pretty weird hearing my footsteps hoofsteps as I walked.

Looking around my room, I didn't see anything that would tell me what happened to cause this change. I had to improvise to get around to everywhere in the room. I may be a filly, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid. Anyway, even though I couldn't find any clues about what happened to me, I did find a couple things on the nightstand that weren't there before today. What did I find, you ask? A pair of gold beads with really big holes, and a pair of purple bracelets. It was obvious they belonged to this filly before I somehow took over her body, though how they had come to exist in this world, separate from me, I can't say.

I put one bracelet on each front leg just for the heck of it. I figured that's where they went. Where would the beads go, though? Actually, I don't know if they can be called beads because they are rather large. Is there a size limit for beads? Eh, whatever. I walked on over to the door to look in the mirror on the back of said door. Now, I was finally looking at my new body. What I saw was a light blue pegasus with a pink mane and tail, magenta eyes, and two tone wings. What do I mean by two tone wings? It's the strangest thing (then again, what isn't nowadays?). My feathers were a darker shade of blue than the rest of my body. I didn't even think that was possible, but apparently it is.. and it's pretty cool.

I also noticed something about my mane: it was longer in front of my ears than behind them. As I looked over my mane in the mirror, it became apparent where these bead things should go. Only thing about that is I just got these hooves and don't know how to use them like that just yet. I wanted to see what I look like with the beads in my hair, though. Kind of odd how I'm so curious about my hairstyle manestyle now, though perhaps it's just another part of being a filly. Either way, I was really curious about what I'd look like. I highly doubt mom would help me fix up my mane, so who should I ask?

Before thinking about it any further, I focused my attention to my hoof bracelets. I don't know what it was, but they just didn't look right on two separate legs. I took the left one off and put it on the right leg. Still didn't feel right, so I took them off and put both on my left front leg. Ok, that felt a little better, so I decided to go with it.

Click

The bead things open up on the side. To be honest, I thought I'd broken one when I first heard the click... I thought it was a crack instead. Well, I'm still not good enough with my hooves to work with my mane, so I'll still need help. I walked out, mane bead things in my muzzle, and went towards the living room, where everybody else was now. As I entered the scene, all eyes fell upon me.

"What have you got in your mouth?" Mom asked, "And what's around your leg?".

"These are some kind of hair beads I believe," I said, putting the beads down on the floor before lifting up my left front leg, "And these are bracelets. I found this stuff in my room".

"See? You CAN do stuff on your own," Mom said with a snarky tone.

"Give him... er, her a break already," Grandma said, "After all, it's not his fault this happened. Or, sorry... her fault".

"I get that, mom, but that doesn't mean I have to do everything for him," Mom said, "He's been asking me for help with every little thing today, and I know he can do it all himself".

"Would you cut the crap already?" I asked, "I'm seriously tired of it already. What part of 'I'm a filly' don't you understand? I can do ok on my own, but I still need help with a lot of stuff right now. Believe me, I wish I could be more independent, but this body's just too new to me".

"Then get used to it, already," Mom said, "You're not a baby, you don't need somebody to take care of your every need and want".

"I kinda wish you'd actually act like a mother for once," I said, "You've only ever had my back when I do something that YOU want me to do. You've always tried to put me down every time I do something you don't think I should do, and are sour when it actually benefits me. You wanna know a secret? I don't live life by your agenda. I don't live life to please you. I want you to stop this, and be a mother for once... especially now that I need a mother in my life".

Mom didn't say anything in response to that, which I was half glad for in a strange way.

"Alright, now that that's out of my system... could somebody help me clamp these beads on my mane?" I asked, "I'd do it myself, but hooves don't work wonders for dexterity. And if you're wondering why I'm asking this, it's because I'm curious about how I'd look with them in place".

Nobody said anything, but my aunt did come over to actually help me out. Imagine that, somebody who's not my mom is more willing to help me with something that seems mundane than my own mother. It's kinda sad, but oh well... hopefully she'll change her attitude sooner rather than later.

According to my aunt, this particular manestyle made me look cute... I don't much being called cute, though I guess I'll have to get used to it for a while. Regardless, the beads were in, so I walked back to my room to check out what I look like. I'll admit, I do look kind of cute... wow, that was weird to say. Anyway, I do kind of like this style.