How I become Twilight Sparkle...Sorta
How I Became Twilight Sparkle…Sorta
I found myself floating in a strange yet familiar place; it looked like space, but with glimmering fog around it and on the “ground”. I looked around, feeling a twitch of fear go though me as I tried to remember how I got here. I remember that I went to bed right after I got home from work as tired out from dealing with one of my co-workers.
So that begs question of how and why I’m here.
I was about to go gather my wit and began to search for a way out when a sudden giggle caused me to freeze up. The sound was both eerie familiar and soothing at the same time. My shock wore off quickly and I tensed my body up, taking up the boxing stance I was taught my dear old dad. I began looking around, trying to spy anything that might hurt me. Soon, a figure began to become visible in the fog, and I felt my nerves nearly break.
“Whose there!! Show yourself!”
I only wished I was as tough as I sounded; I was fighting with every inch of my being from bolting, screaming at the top of my lungs like some girl. Yeah…I’m the not the toughest man around.
The giggle suddenly filled my ears, and I felt my body relax slightly as I finally recognized that sound. Soon a very familiar figure came into view and I couldn’t help but blush, more in shame then anything else, as I stared deeply into the large eyes of very well-known animated character.
“Oh it worked!! It really worked!!” I stared dumbfounded as Alicorn princess Twilight Sparkle began prancing around me.
My body completely relaxed as I realized what was happening. I was dreaming. It would explain so much, as I looked around I realized this was the place that the elder princess took her student to make her into a princess.
Why I was dreaming about the place and my second favorite on the show I don‘t know, but I decided just to roll with it until I wake up.
I chuckled to myself when I noticed that Twilight was still doing her little dance and I saw that she was starting to lift off the ground. My chuckling nearly turned into full laughter when I saw that she was dancing like she did in that season-two episode.
I got control of myself before said but with a little mirth in my voice, “Twilight, can I ask what you’re doing here?”
The young princess came to a stop, and looked at me with her ears pressed against her skull and a thin blush accompanying her sheepish smile. If I didn’t know that I was in a dream I probably would be gashing over the typical look Twilight gives when she realize that she got caught up in something. She took a moment to compose herself and then walked up to me.
“Well, yes,” the young princess said in a calm manner, “I know this may seem strange to you, but I have come here to offer you a choice that could change your life?”
I almost chuckled at the determined face that former unicorn was giving me was some how really, really cute up close. Still…I would play along and keep the dream going.
“So what’s the choice?” I asked mirthfully. “Do I took your offer to save my world or watch it burn because I didn’t do anything to help?”
A look of surprise cross the princess face, and it take everything I had not to laugh so hard that I fall to the ground holding my sides. I didn’t know why, but seeing Twilight looking at me like was real funny. I was actually surprised that I held up this long in the face of such overwhelming cuteness.
Twilight shook her head, probably to try and collect herself before speaking, though I did note that her voice was a little shaky.
“N-No, it’s nothing like that. It’s just I have to offer you a choice to change certain parts of your life.” I raised an eyebrow at the vague explanation she was giving me. Twilight must sense my doubt as she sighed slightly and then looked at me with pleading eyes. “I know I’m not making much sense, but I’m telling you the truth, by taking my offer you have the chance to change your life.”
I rubbed my chin, actually thinking about this offer that the cartoon pony was giving me. I think I mused over the offer for about a little over a minute before I chuckled under my breath. This was all a dream, nothing more nothing less, so why I shouldn’t ride it for all its worth?
“Ok, you have yourself a deal,” I replied, not even trying to hide my mirth.
The smile that appeared on the cartoon pony’s face was so big I feel I might pass out from sensory overload. I quickly came back down from my high and was about to ask Twilight what I had to do next, she suddenly spread her wings and took to the air, a white light suddenly appearing behind her.
I think the fan-girl in me was close to exploding in a shower of glee, when I suddenly grunt as something was pulled from me. I think my eyes nearly jumped from their sockets when I saw a neo-green mass of energy fly into the space between Twilight and myself. It made think of the thing that came out Twilight during the final episode of season three.
My eyes did bulge out of their sockets when I saw that mass of energy emerge from the princess in front of me, and floated to the my energy. I watched with growing glee, as my energy and Twilight’s energy began to orbit each other in a clockwise fashion. I watched as the two masses began to exchange strings of energy, but didn’t fight for dominance. Instead, I watched as the two masses began to shrink and a new mass grew. Within the spine of a heartbeat, the two mass of were gone and replaced by a new, slightly larger mass of energy that alternated from neo-green to lavender.
The entire process probably took over a few second, but to me, it was like a lifetime had just passed. I stared at the mass of color-changing energy, even as it floated to me and began flowing around me. I finally returned to my sense by the sound of Twilight’s excited voice.
“I’m so glad you agreed to my offer! Before you wake, I would like to share with you some information.” when the young princess next spoke, I noted that her tone was more serious. “Now the change that about to happen to you is only going to occur at the base, so what happen after that is up to you.”
The energy orbiting me was quickly building and I could feel it entering my body, stiffening it and making it impossible for me to move, even my mouth was stiff so couldn’t ask the question that I wanted to ask. I could, however, see and the bright smile that has appeared on the pony’s face was enough to put my growing worry at ease.
“But I had faith in you,” I wanted to ask what she meant by what she has been saying. She seemed to sense my doubt and offered me a slightly bigger smile. “I know this…because a part of me would be with you.”
The last thing I saw before the light blocked my vision with the smiling face of the Princess Twilight Sparkle, which gave me an odd sense of peace as everything around me faded to white.
(…)
With a light moan I pulled back the covers that covered my face. I left myself up as I looked around my room in a daze, the entire of my dream coming back quickly and causing me to chuckle to myself as I got out of my bed and made my way to the bathroom. I stumbled a bit, but that normal for me; I was never the most coordinated guy when I first wake up.
At least I made it to the bathroom without falling on my face, so I count that as a win.
I turned on the light and made my way to the sink, finding myself without the need to relieve my bladder. Maybe if my mind was more alert I might had found that odd. As it stands, I just shrugged it off as turned on the sink and splash some cold water on my face to wake me up. I did this two more times, and the filled up a cup with water as I opened my medicine cabinet and took out some genetic allergy pills.
After I downed one pill, I was finishing off the water when I finally got a good look at me in the mirror. And what I saw caused me to spit water all over my mirror.
“What the…” I gasped when I heard my voice.
I covered my mouth with my hand, which I noticed was smaller and more slender then it should be. But I barely noticed them as I stared in the semi-wet mirror.
I have a semi-petite face, with the only thing keeping my face from being completely petite was small, round cheeks. I had slightly pale skin but with a healthy glow that strangely shines lavender. My eyes are a light lavender and slightly bigger, giving me a sorta of cute look. Finally there was my hair which was now a strange blackish blue color and a two strip running down my right side.
My first thoughts were that I was still dreaming, but a sudden damp feeling down my legs confirmed that I was awake. Speaking of that wetness, I looked down and blushed so heavily that I think my skin might melt off, and it wasn’t because of the fact that I was wearing a lavender nightshirt. No, the reason behind my heavy blush had to do with the wet-spot on a spot where certain “equipment” was replaced.
That only one mean one thing and that realization only added to the redness of my face.
“I turned into a girl, and what’s the first thing I do…wet myself?” I muttered to myself sarcastically, and gasp, once again covering my mouth.
I looked at the girl in the mirror, taking in her figures more thoroughly. How could I have missed it…the hair, the eyes and now the voice? Heck, even the shirt should have been a dead giveaway.
“I liked a more realistic human version of Twilight Sparkle…” I whispered in shocked when I heard the voice that could easily be mistaken for Tara Strong’s voice.
The events of the dream suddenly came rushing back to me, and I felt like kicking myself. I realized now that it was no dream and that I stupidly entered into some sort of contact…all because I thought I had been dreaming.
I groan at my own stupidity as I looked around my bathroom. I frown when I noticed that I suddenly have a few extra items that normally wouldn’t be found in a male’s bathroom. This got my curious, as I began to think that it was just more then me that changed. I was almost tempted to go out into my room and see what other changes that happened. The only thing that was stopping me was the wet reminder between my legs.
With a reluctant sigh I took off my shirt, trying my hardest ignore the way the thin cotton felt against my new breasts, and threw the wet shirt into my cloth basket. I looked at my shower and sigh, not looking forward to this, but still getting into it after I adjusted the water to my preferred settings.
(…)
Once extremely awkward shower later, I found myself in a lavender bath robe with a white towel with lavender accent sloppily wrapped around my head, taking in everything that has changed in my room.
Where there were once just plain white wall were now covered in oak wood. I took a closer look and realized that the wall covering was that tacky fake wall covering, the kind of things that someone put up when they want to show their more well-off friends that they had also had extra money to throw around.
Unfortunately that plan rarely works and in most case, well, in my experience at least, those friends end up laughing at you. But for reasons I couldn’t place I liked it, it gave my room a real homely feeling that put me at ease.
I wonder if that had to with the fact that for nearly 100 episodes Twilight lived in a library make from a hollow oak tree.
I decided to file that into the back of my head as I looked at my bed, and let out a sigh when I saw the rather large wet spot on my sheets. It was like the entire contents of my bladder were unloaded when my “equipment” switched. I did notice, however, as I was removing the coverings from my bed that my top covering was light blue with stars on it.
Just like the one Twilight is shown to have in some episodes.
After I throw the soiled bed covering into my basket, I returned to my room and continued my investigation. I noticed an odd thing when was looking over my changed room…that things has been added to my room that wasn‘t there the night before.
I couldn’t help but chuckle when I noticed that a poster for “Power Ponies: the Movie” next to my limit edition “Avengers: Age of Ultron” poster. What made the setup funny was the Power Ponies poster itself; it was clearly an ad for an animated movie with the characters using the designs for the official comic book.
I next looked at an old but well-kept poster of my favorite musical band, and noticed that a poster of a human version of Sapphire Shores next to it. That earned another chuckle, which I realized for the first time came out more like the giggle Twilight is known to have.
I filed into the back of my mind and want about my investigation. I quickly realized the pattern that my room had fallen into…there was a pony equivalent item for each of the things I have collected in the last few years. There were now chariots of the different cities from Equestria next to my models of classic race cars.
Probably the biggest changed to the items I have collected were my books. The night before, I had a single shelf on my wall with about 15 books on it. And this morning I had another shelf with nearly twice as many books on it. I browse through a number of them and wasn’t all that surprise to a selection that suited the mare I now semi-looked like.
There were mostly books on scientific matters, but I did find some modify Daring Do books. Yeah, I was totally going to fan-girl out on one of those later. But there was time for that later, I thought as I grabbed a more science-oriented book. If I understood the title correctly, the book was about string theory, and what I know about the subject can be summed up thanks to that TV Sitcom.
Still, I opened the book and began to read through the first couple of pages. I don’t know what was shocking…the fact that I was able to understand what I was reading or that fact that my mind was somehow coming up with theories on the subject. I continued to read for the next ten minutes, coming up with theories as I blew through page after page. I finally put the book down after I was nearly done with the first chapter, my mind ablaze with ideas.
I don’t know how long I stood there, allowing my mind to finally come to stop, but when it did it all clicked for me. I turned around, taking in everything about my room that has changed and everything that had remained the same. Then a selection of the last sentence that Pony Twilight said to me suddenly came rushing into the front of my mind.
“The change that about to happen to you is only going to occur at the base.”
I now understood what she meant. See, there was two kind of base that makes up most people…surface base, in which where the base solely exists on the surface, and is the base that most people see when you first meet someone new. Then there’s the main base, which was consider by most to be the most important as it make up things like our deep emotions and precious memories that help to develops us into the people we are today.
So, turning my train of thought in that direction, it meant that only the surface base of my existence was changed. That meant that my old self didn’t just fade from everyone’s memories, but at the same time I was given the means so I wouldn’t be completely out-of-place in this world. This could also explain why my room was such a mix of things I like and things that Twilight liked, because people see hobbies as major part of a person’s being.
I sigh as I filed all of these jarring thoughts in the back of my head, and put my books back on the shelf, in alphabetical order no less. Once I was finished with that task, I headed out of my room and into my main living area and walked over to the chair, and opened a draw on a stand I keep to the right of my chair. I took out my wallet, which hadn’t changed in the least, and took out my driver license and Social-Security-card. I wasn’t all to surprise when I found that I had two set of identifying cards, a pair for my old self, and a pair for my new self.
I decided to look at my SS-card first, saving the juicy stuff for a later time. It wasn’t anything to special, just a random combo of the numbers that were on my old card. I frown when I noticed something odd…there was no name on it. I found that odd, I was half expecting some sort of half cocked jumbling of my old name with Twilight’s name.
I just did what I have been doing this morning since I woke up and filed this new oddity into the back of my mind as I put down the SSC and picked up my new license. Much like my social-security-card, my license lacked a proper name. This bumped me out a bit... I was hoping to gain a sense of identity from these two pieces of personal information. I guess I shouldn’t be to surprise, I didn’t expect things to be that easy, especially since I was dealing with magic.
I chuckled as that thought popped into my head, as there was no sense in denying it. Still, I wish this whole deal thing would be a bit easier. With a sigh I took a seat in my chair and relaxed as I randomly studied my new license.
“Eyes: Lavender; height: 5’ 6 and half’’; gender: female,” I suddenly felt my throat tightened as I noticed the date of birth on the little piece of plastic. “October tenth, 1997...?”
Just when I thought I could relax and maybe find some enjoyment from this entire thing, I got thrown a curve ball. If my new birthday was to be believed, and I know it was I was now an eighteen-year-old old girl, opposed to the near thirty-nine-year-old I was last night. With a tired sigh, I loosely toss my license onto my stand, and slumped in my chair.
“Great…” I muttered bitterly, “From a 38-year-old store clerk to an 18-year-old nobody. I bet Liz would have a riot with this when she founds out.”
I gasp and shoot to my feet and began nervously fidgeting in place like Twilight is known to do sometimes when she’s nervous. With everything that has been going on I had completely forget that my girlfriend of nearly four years, Elizabeth Bloom, was coming over for a causal lunch. And she would be here at little after 12, and that left me with…only fours to get everything ready!
My panic reached a level I thought was inhumanly impossible as I hastily grabbed my wallet, quickly stuffing it with everything I had taken out as I made me way to the door. I was in the process of opening the door when a sudden daft caused me to pause. I looked down and blush scarlet when I saw my robe had opened. The sash, which wasn’t tight to begin with, no doubt came undone with all that fidgeting and it was open for the world to see.
Stunned, I closed my door and retie the sash. I stood for nearly two minutes, allowing my face cool down before I suddenly giggled. Despite the fact that I nearly stepped out into my apartment complex with an open robe for all my neighbors to see, I couldn’t help but laugh when I realize what I had done. It was one of those “so embarrassing you couldn‘t help but laugh at yourself” moment.
“Man, if I’m going to be pulling Twilight’s antics, I got to remember I’m a human Twilight and not a pony Twilight and I can’t just rush out whenever I panic over something,” I mused to myself.
I couldn’t stop a giggle from escaping me as returned to my room, planning on looking for something to wear.
(…)
It took me well over a hour to find an outfit to wear, and it wasn’t because I sent twenty minutes learning how to work a bra, so don’t even ask (nervous giggle), okay?
Any who, it wasn’t because of my unfamiliarity with my new underclothing, but because whatever magic that has changed my room also did a number on my clothing! I think I had more clothes then when I was a boy, and since I was born a boy and now have traits belonging to a pony who wears clothes only on formal events that made finding what to wear a real chore.
In the end I want with a modify version of the outfit I give Twilight in my Pokemon crossover story, Ponies to trainers. I frown as I studied the high-tops, knee-high black socks, the short skirt, the nylon jacket, and the purple tank-top that replaced the blouse and sweater-vest combo, and the gold painted brass bracelets that replaced the glove and the head-bang that has Twilight’s cutie mark on it, and I couldn’t help but think about all stories I had lift hanging.
Sure, I know I’m not best writer out there, with my grammar problems, but it always bugs me that I had problem with finishing a lot of my work. It doesn’t help that my life, not including this recent development, was getting in the way. But I really didn’t how time to debate, I only have few hours to get everything for lunch and fix it.
With a light sigh, I let out of my previous thoughts go and grabbed a lavender shoulder bag. I slipped the bag over my head and grabbed my wallet, before cautiously leaving my apartment. I didn’t want to risk someone asking why an eighteen-year-old girl was leaving a thirty-eight-year-old guy’s apartment.
Hmm, I guess I could say that I was a visiting relative who was planning on attending college and was just staying with him until I found some place to call my own. Actually, now that I thought about it, that might not bad idea. My lease was up in a few months and I doubt I could renew it due to that stupid rule the super has that only people over 20 can rent in the building.
Seriously, who has such a rule anyways? It was like the Super was prejudice against anyone under the age of nineteen; I swear I even saw the guy once giving the evil eye to a teenager visiting her uncle, like he expected the girl to do something bad to the building.
I couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped my lips as a silly thought popped into my head. “It’s like my Super was pulled for a cheesy, 1980’s sit-eek!”
My train of thought was broken when I felt a blast of warm air go between my legs and, as impossible as this may sound, up my skirt. This caused me to close my legs and pressed my hands against the front and back of my skirt as I shuffled away from the fan, partly began of the awkward feeling I was getting between my legs and partly because of the foil odor that was coming from the open door.
With a light sigh, I want to the elevator, which was still open, thankfully, and with one other in the elevator and even luckier was that fact that he was a FedEx delivery man. That was good because it meant I wouldn’t be asked a bunch of questions I really couldn’t answer.
I didn’t like how the overweight, middle-age man was eyeing me. I didn’t know the reason for the gawk and I really didn’t care at the moment, my thoughts were on a more…embarrassing matter.
Why did I go with a skirt? Was I really so love with the design I made up that I nearly recreated just so I could feel what it was like? Or did I pull a Twilight, as I would come to call it, and just picked the first thing so I can go about my day?
Whatever the reason behind my choice, I was coming to quickly regret it. Unfortunately I didn’t think I had the time to go back to my place and change into a pair of jeans as the door opened up, and I instinctively stepped of the lift and headed to the underground parking lot.
When I reached the parking lot and to the spot where I parked my car, I found something that surprised me even though I shouldn’t be surprised with anything that has been happening to me today.
There, in front of my old, beat-up ford car was a brand new scooter, complete with a basket for easy transport. I studied the vehicle and noted how similar it was to the model that the main human character of the Littlest Pet Shop show rides around. I even gave the tires a good kick just to confirm that they were solid.
“Why can’t anything be simple today,” I deadpan as I fished out my keys and found the one that goes with the scooter.
I looked between my new scooter and my car, noticing that the license plates’ numbers were near identical except for two numbers. I began weighing the pros and cons of using each of the vehicles. If I used my car I would have a pretty easy time with carrying my load. But there were two things that made using my car more of a problem. Since my car is in my old name if I would be pulled over, I would have to explain why an eighteen-year-old was driving a car belonging to a near forty-year-old.
Then there was the chance that I would get pulled over, which was at a high since a group of convicts had escape a few days ago, when a transport carrying them were ambushed by some of their friends. Since then the police force has been on high alert, and some of the more overzealous rookies has been pulling over anyone they found suspicious.
That unfortunately meant that almost everyone in my area has been pulled over at least once. I even heard that someone filed a formal complaint about this sort of strong arming, and I bet some heads would roll when the entire thing is over.
So, with a heavy sigh I grabbed the helmet in the basket and slipped it on as I got onto the scooter. I made sure nothing unexpected would happen to my skirt so I wouldn’t have any surprise on my way to the store, and started up the machine. The scooter came to life with a soft purring sound, and after a minute to get the feel of the machine, I was off.
(…)
It turns out taking my scooter was the right choice. All I got from the cops on duty were odd looks, but for what I didn’t know. The looks did get my gears turning. I had originally planned to go to the store I was employed when I was a man and passing myself off as a relative so I could use the discount I get since I have been working there for nearly three years. I decided to change my plans and head to a different store, a small, family owned store that serves as a rival to the one I worked at.
In the end, the decision was a good one, as I was able to find good parking and head into the store without a problem. While shopping I learned that I acquire another one of Twilight’s skills, namely her organizing skills. This helped me in a big way, and adding the fact that I had a pretty decent memory, I can often remember things clearly enough that I rarely forget something important once it pops into my head.
Unfortunately, I have an one problem that kept me for using that skill to it fullest, one the came from the last job before the one I current have; my duties became so routine that I often found my mind wondering. In a way, it was helpful and a hindrance at the same time, as it allowed me to come up with new ideas, but sometimes an idea becomes so stuck in the front of my mind I have to write it out, only to have the process repeat itself.
Hopefully, with Twilight skills I would nip that problem in the flank.
Anyways, back to the matter at hand. Thanks to Twilight amazing organizing skills, I was able to get everything I needed for my soon to be ex-girlfriend’s favorite lunch, plus a few things of my own, and I now was waiting as all my items were being scanned, and feeling pretty proud of myself. Here I was, 20 minutes since I lift my place and nothing bad had happened.
“Hey, I need to see you’re license.” A young female voice asked me in disinterest.
And just like that, life decided to threw me another curve ball.
I looked at the cashier, the daughter of the owner of the place, and saw she was holding out her hand looking at me without an ounce of interest. It took about a second for my brain to finally catch up and process what I was just asked.
“Umm, why do you need to see my license?” I asked awkwardly.
The girl, who I realized looked close to 13 maybe 14 at best, just sighed and looked down at the magazine on the counter. I frown as I realized something else; the girl has silver-like hair tie into bread resting behind her right ear. She was also has moderate violent eyes behind a pair of gray-rimmed glasses.
If I didn’t know any better, I would see that this girl looked like…nah, that just silly
“Papa doesn’t want to sell to anyone until you can prove who they are,” the girls, Silva as I would now called her, for lack of a better name, said in that disinterest tone she has been using since I got to the counter.
I blinked several times, unable to think of anything. I knew those escape convicts were causing a panic, but I haven’t realized just how bad things had gotten. And asking someone for their license when all they were doing buying was some food…that just seems paranoid. To me, at least
Before I knew what was happening, I was opening my mouth to say something, only to snap shut it into a scowl as the cashier said something rather rude while somehow still sounding disinterested.
“So if you’re not going to hand over your license, can you leave? I have better things to do.”
With a growl, I fished out my license, but hesitated to hand it over to her, looking at it for a quick second. I could feel my jaw drop as I looked at my license. Just a short while ago there was no name on the piece of plastic, but that wasn’t the case anymore. And the last name wasn’t something I would have chosen if I could.
Still, I tried to put aside my shock and handed my license to the cashier. She looked at it and I could see the laughter in her eyes grow without restraint. And if she was the semi-ponified character I believed she was, she probably would start teasing me. I think I caught a break, as the cashier was at least semi-professional as she handed me my license and told me the total price of my order.
“That would be 39.71...Miss Princess,” I hear the chuckle cashier barely hid in her voice.
“Please…call me Twila,” I said, mustering all of my self-control as I hand over a 50 dollar bill.
“...Whatever you say…Miss Princess,” Silva didn’t even try to hide her mirth as she handed me my change.
I barely stopped the growl growing in the back of my throat as I pocketed my change and grabbed my bag. I looked at the girl once last time, feeling some of my frustration give away to curiosity.
The girl really did look like a human version of Silver Spoon; she even has some of her character traits. But I didn’t know enough about the girl before her change to build on. Or…maybe I’m just over thinking things, and the girl was just a devoted fan of the show, one that dyed her hair and found some contacts that changed her eye color.
I sighed as I let all of this needless thinking go. I really didn’t have time to worry about such things. So I filed this weird encounter into the back of my mind which I now called my “weird selection”, and headed out to the parking lot.
“Why, do you even wants this hunk of junk?” a familiar voice said condescendingly.
“Because Trixie wants it and Trixie gets what she wants,” another familiar voice said snobbishly.
I could only gawk at the sight before me, namely three familiar teenagers hovering over my scooter. They were none other then Trixie, Sunset Shimmer and Starlight Glimmer. There were easy to tell because of their unnaturally hair coloring, and the fact that they wore their characters’ cutie marks, like me.
I decided to hang back, just out of their line of sight and studied them. And boy howdy, do they put themselves out. Two out of the three were only wearing the bare minimum, and for reasons I couldn’t explain at the time, I felt very ashamed to just looking at them.
I first looked at Trixie as she got onto the seat of my scooter. She wore a pair of brilliant azure blue dye denim shorts, cut off to the hips. She wore a matching tube top and a cocker with her cutie mark on it. Finally she wore open shoes with a noticeable, two-inch heel to them. She also had a light summer jacket tied around her waist which was colored like the Pony Trixie’s cape, and a headband that was also colored in the show mare’s colors.
Next I looked at Sunset, and while her outfit was a little more modest then her friend, it still shows too much for my liking. She wore a pair of yellow shorts that stopped just above the knees, a pair of yellow hig-tops, and a yellow tank-top that didn’t cover her stomach and light red summer jacket that was tied in front, so her stomach was still exposed. She also wore a chocker with her cutie mark on it.
And then they was Starlight, who was dressed the most sensible among the lot, but the way her cloth clings to her body, she put as well has been wearing something skimpy. She wore a pair of purple jeans that hugged her body and highlighted her figure, and a pair of high-tops. She also had on a tight, form fitting tee-shirt with her cutie mark on it. She was the only member of this odd bunch that didn’t wear a choker.
I frown as I studied Starlight a little more, frowning as I notice how she stands. Much like the pony Starlight Glimmer, I noticed that the human Starlight seems to haven an air of superiority about her, as she seems to be looking down at Trixie…if her disapproving frown was anything to work from. I looked at Sunset and realized she also looked seem quit annoyed by her friend’s antics.
With my studies out of the way, I was about to confront this group of semi-ponified people when I saw something that made me stopped dead in my track (not to mention…almost dropping my bag). All three have a gold ring with three letters on their right middle finger. At first, I thought I was just imagining things, but I got a little closer, Twilight‘s curious nature nagging me to confirmed my suspicions. I got close, close enough for me to be spotted by them, but they didn’t seem to notice me…yet.
But I did get close enough to see what was engraved on the rings, and what I saw nearly gave me a heart-attack.
“DCD…” I whispered under my breath.
I only knew two people with those rings; an assistant manger from my store and a fellow co-worker. I growled under my breath as I thought of all the drama they cause at the store. Both are just overgrown bullies, and the AM had used his position to make life hard for everyone at the store. When I was first hired they loved to pick on me relentlessly…until the next person was hired.
I quickly learned that the co-worker, Dalton, was actually the mastermind behind the two, and the AM, Chris followed the guy like a lost puppy. I would later learn that Dalton, a smooth talker, was passed over for a promotion, and when Chris, a lonely person without many friends, became the new AM, Dalton played on the poor chimp loneness. I have come to believe that Dalton wants get Chris fired and see if he can get that promotion.
That…or he wanted someone fired so he can hire his twin brother, if that rumors I heard were true.
“Hey you,” a voice said rudely, snapping me out of my thoughts. I blinked twice and nearly jumped when I saw that Trixie was right in front of me. She most had gotten in front of me when I lost in thought. “Is this scooter yours?”
I blinked again, as I slowly looked at my scooter and then back at the semi-ponified girl. “And why do you want my scooter?” I asked sharply, feeling something building within the back of my mind.
Trixie just snorted and placed her arms on her hips in ever-so-popular over-dramatic fashion. “Because Trixie wants it, and Trixie always gets what she wants!” The semi-ponified girl said with an air of arrogant in her tone.
I didn’t know why, but something about the way she talked caused something inside of me snap. Maybe it was the last three year of being bullied by Trixie before her transformation. Maybe it has something to do with gaining some of Twilight’s traits from the merger. Whatever the reason was, I was angry and was going to let this poor excuse of a manager have it.
And I wasn’t talking about my scooter.
“No,” I said sharply, “why would I give my scooter to someone like you.”
The look on Trixie’s face was priceless; her jaw dropped and her cheeks flushed a color of red I didn’t think was humanely possible. She got over the shock rather quickly and opened her mouth to say something. Like I was about to let that happen.
“Another thing, why would I even consider giving something I just got to someone as insecure as you,” I said angrily, my voice turning so sharp it surprised even me. “I mean, who goes and changes their entire image just to please people who aren’t probably even her friends. No, the only thing I can give you is my pity.”
The look I got from Trixie would have been worthy for an internet meme, if I wasn’t in shock myself. I knew I had problems with guy for a while, but I didn’t realize just how far that went…until this very moment. Still…it was good to get that of my chest, and with the fact that I would probably never see Trixie again I felt like I just lost ten pounds.
With a light smile, and the fact that my old co-worker was still in shock from my outburst, I slipped by her and placed my bag into the basket. I made sure the bag wasn’t going to be lost when I ride home, and place the key into its hole and suddenly frown. I looked at Trixie’s friends and notice that they hadn’t move from the spot I first found them in, namely they were hanging near the wall of the store. I couldn’t help but feel crept out by how calm those two were.
It looked like I was right about these two after all.
Oh well, not my problem. I was about to turn on my scooter when I felt something painfully tugged against my right shoulder. I also heard the sound of ripping fabric as I was yanked from my scooter. I manage somehow to stay on my feet as I was meant with a very angry and red-in-the-face Trixie.
“What’s gives you the right to talk to Trixie like that?” the girl asked angrily. “Trixie should have been the star of that stupid show instead of that pink haired wallflower you model yourself after.”
I wanted to laugh, I really and truly did. Not only did this arrogant girl think that the character whose she now embodies would make a better lead, but she got her characters mixed up in the process. The pony she just described was Fluttershy, and I had entered into a contract with Princess Twilight Sparkle.
I wanted to give this mistaken semi-mare a piece of my mind, but I quickly realized just how much time I was wasting on her. I really needed to get going, the meal I had in mind wasn’t something I can throw together in few minutes.
So, with a mental sigh, I decided to gave my so-call rival one final piece of my mind and be on my way. “You know what…I don’t have time to play with you,” I said with an eerie calm to voice. “I am in a bit of rush. But I do expect you to reimburse me for the jacket you ruined. I just got this thing and you put a tear into it.”
Trixie’s face became so beat red from my last statement I thought steam was going to start shooting from her ears. I couldn’t help but grin, only to have that grin wiped clear off when I felt Trixie’s hand collided with my right cheek. The slap wasn’t strong enough to do any real harm to me, but it did cause me to stumble a bit. This caused me to hit the edge of my scooter and I nearly fell over it. I caught myself before I want over the vehicle, and looked at Trixie and my eyes widened as I saw that she was preparing for another strike.
“Alright, that’s enough!” I heard someone shout commandingly.
I looked behind me to see a police officer coming towards us. I straightened up and frown when I noticed something amiss. Both Sunset and Starlight are gone. They probably booked it when they saw the cop coming. Yeah, those are some good friends there.
“What’s going on here, young ladies,” the cop demanded in a surprisingly soft tone.
I looked at the officer thinking that he might be a semi-ponified royal guard, but I couldn’t see his hair under his hat, and his eyes are a light brown.
“What’s it to you pig?” Trixie asked in a rude manner, one that even caused me to groan. Even I thought the self-center girl would have more sense then this.
If the cop was offended by the remark, he did a good job of hiding it, as he walked around my scooter and got between myself and her.
“I think it’s my concern when someone tried to openly steal another person’s belongings and then assaulted them when you didn’t get what you wanted,” The cop said sternly, staring at the girl with a disapproving glare. “Do you understand that since you are of age you can be held accountable for your actions, right?”
Trixie didn’t look impressed with the person in front of her. In fact, if the scrawl was anything to work with, I say things were about to turn ugly. And boy did I ever hit the nail on the head. Trixie began to let loose with a fury of words I didn’t even comfortable hearing let repeating. Even the cop seems taken back by this sudden turn of events, but he quickly recovered and sighs as he lightly grabbed Trixie by the arm.
“Miss, I think you need to come with me,” the cop said calmly, and then looked at me. “And I afraid I would need stay put for a few minutes.”
Still in shock from the words my former co-worker used, I merely nodded. The cop then escorted Trixie to his car, and I sigh faintly as my mind began to turn. I know that Charles often had a mouth on him, and he would at times challenge our manager, but it seems gaining some of Trixie had made her bolder and even more short tempter.
I just glad that I probably wouldn’t have to deal with him anymore.
With faint sigh, I let all of this Trixie stuff fade into the back of my mind, and I looked my right Jacket sleeve. The snitches had nearly come loose from the seam, and the sleeve was barely hanging on. This jacket either was poorly made or Trixie was far stronger then I first thought.
Whatever the reason was, this jacket was officially ruined, and that was a shame…I had really started to like it. Oh well, guess there nothing I can do but wait for the officer. I just hope it doesn’t take to long; the meal I was going to make would take time.
(…)
Lucky for me, the entire thing took around 25 minutes, and that left me enough time to get back to my place, where another shock was waiting for me. Turns out the super of the building had also gone pony, and because of that she was in the process of reworking some of her old rules.
Who knew semi-changing into the mayor of a fictional town would improve one outlook on life.
Anyways, after that shock wore off, I want back to my apartment and made my gal’s favorite dash. I had finished the dish quicker then normal (I think I will chuck that up to a combo of Twilight’s skills and the fact that I had made that dish enough to know it by heart) and now I was letting it cool, waiting for my girlfriend as she was due in a few minutes.
Unfortunately that left me just enough time that my mind began to wonder, and I lay on my couch, looking up at my ceiling as I thought over my morning.
I had a dream which I pretty sure wasn’t a dream, and I was foolish enough to make a deal with. As such, I woke up this morning transformed from 38 year-old store clerk into an 18 year-old girl who, ironically, is now named Twila Princess.
Man, I can’t help but cringe when I think about that name that’s now mine. Why couldn’t one of 26 other names I came with during my ride to the store been my new name? I groan in frustration, leaning my head over the armrest. I would give use to the name, but I don’t think I would ever get over the embarrassment I would feel every time someone says my last name.
I spied my jacket hanging on the coat rack, and frown as I turn over, being mindful about my new “items” on my chest as I came to rest on my stomach and looked at my article of clothing.
Some part of me still finds it hard that others also entered into contacts like I did. I mean, the days barely began and I had already found five others who have been semi-ponified like me. I also notice that they don’t all gain all the traits of the pony they entered into a contact with, like me.
Still…it got me wondering, just how many more contract deals where there? Where they all like me, boy who turned into girl when they enter into their own contracts? Just how many traits did they inherit from their pony dealers? Is there a way to change back…and the more important question…do we want to change back?
The sound of my door opening brought me out of my thoughts and that meant only one thing. I quickly got to my feet, moved in front of my front door and began talking with my eye shut.
“I know what this looks like, Liz, but I can insure you that I’m Mitchell Andrew, and I can prove it in several different ways.” And without thinking (or opening my eyes), I began to ramble off things I know about my girlfriend, including several embarrassing and humiliating facts that would insure me a home in the ground.
Strangely, I didn’t get the reaction I was expecting. Instead of the feeling of flesh against flesh, I heard a soft giggle that sounded strangely familiar to me. The voice I next heard nearly caused me to faint from shock.
“Well, I can’t say I’m surprise, but I don’t think the fact that I hide a really embarrassing birth mark under my shirts would be a problem anymore…darling.”
My eyes snapped opened and nearly jumped out of their sockets when I saw the stylish 18 year-old girl in front of me. She wore a pair of tan kakis pants that hugged legs nicely, and the belt with the 3 diamond belt buckle want well with the pants. On her foot were a pair of comfortable sandals that went up pass her ankles and had the 3 diamonds on it. She also wore a white, sleeveless blouse that highlighted her figure nicely. Finally, she wore a necklace with her cutie mark on it.
I also notice that her purple hair was style a little different then Rarity, with the curls being on her right side and with a little less volume. I also noticed that she lacked the mascaras, or she wore so little of it, I couldn’t see it in this light. But whatever the changes, I knew who was standing in front of me.
“Liz?” I squeaked in surprised, which promoted my girlfriend to giggle.
“Actually Darling, I have been going by the name Rosina Belle for the entire morning,” Liz, or Rosina as I would now call her, said with a little mirth behind her voice. She took in whiff of air and smile in a way that remained me of the person Rosina use to be. “Say, is that Salisbury steak simmered in lemon juice with garlic on it?”
“Yes,” I managed to stammer out as my mind struggles to catch up with everything that has happened. “But do you still even want it?”
Rosina giggled in a very Rarity-like way that made me blush deeper then I had when I first realize I was wearing a skirt. But, can you really blame me... my girlfriend has become a bombshell! Standing in front of mine girlfriend makes me feel…small, like I was some sort of school girl, who’s just stepped out into real world. I bet I looked just like that, especially with the outfit I’m wearing.
My girlfriend must have seen my discomfort as she giggled a little more, which caused my face to turned redder. “Oh, darling, just because I’m a little more refine now doesn’t mean I had forsaken my roots,” she said in a smoothing tone before he entire face lit up. “I-d-eaa! How about we talk about how our mornings were. I’m sure we both have some interesting tales that need to be told.”
I blinked, my mind still two steps behind everything, but I still notice a glee in my girlfriend’s eyes. I should know what that glee mean, but like I just said, my mind was still two steps behind everything and it couldn’t connect what the glee in my gal’s eyes truly meant. In fact, the only thing my mind could think of doing was this…
“Sure, that’s sound great,” I said without a care in the world.
Something about Rosina’s smile changed as she leaned in close, so close that I could smell the mints she had at some point. It was at that moment my mind finally caught up with me, and I suddenly remember what that glee in her eye and the change in her smile actually meant.
“Good, but before that-” before I knew what happening, Rosina had thrust forward, stealing a kiss from me.
The feeling I want I felt was the same one I always felt when my girlfriend stole a kiss, a shudder that went down my entire body, but this felt more powerful, maybe because of my now smaller body? Whatever the reason was, I was still able to return the kiss with the same passion as when I was a man, kissing my semi-new girlfriend with all of my might as I wrapped my arms around her slender form.
We remained like that for several minutes, just enjoying the familiar feeling that our new bodies were experiencing. But soon we had to come apart so our bodies could get the oxygen they needed. Still, I was in heaven, if the goofy grin I could feeling was telling me anything. I also could tell that my girlfriend enjoyed herself as well, if her own goofy smile was telling me anything.
“Wow…” was the only thing that came to mind.
Rosina giggled slightly and I felt my goofy grin turned into a full blown goofy smile. Man, did I come to love that sound rather quickly.
“Indeed darling,” Rosina replied, and I realized how much passion she used with the word, just like her old pet name for me. “But, how about you serve up that steak before its gets to cold?”
I wanted to groan. That was such a Liz moment, she gets me all worked up with a great kiss only to knock me down. Still, I found myself giggling as I realized there was still so much of Liz Bloom in Rosina Belle. It made me really calm and gives me a little more confidence in this entire thing. I was still giggling under my breath as my girl took her usual seat at the table and I walked over to get our lunches.
After serving our lunches, I began to retell my morning. Most of it bore her, leading to believe that she had similar experience, though I could stop my face from turning into a tomato as Rosina giggled when I told her about the skirt incident. That mirth died from her eyes when I began to tell her about my encounter with the semi-ponified trio I meant outside the store. I hesitated to tell her the next part, but I knew what could happen to me if I withheld even the smallest piece of information, so I reluctantly told her what happened.
“SHE SLIPPED YOU!” Rosina screamed as she jumped to her feet, knocking over her chair in the process, and violently slammed her fist onto the table and nearly spilling her diet Pepsi in the process. “I would make her pay in such a way that it would make my Native American ancestry proud. This I swear!!”
And just like that, my girlfriend slipped back into a habit that always worried me. Thankfully I knew how to calm her down enough so she wouldn’t something she would regret later.
“Hey, it’s okay,” I said comfortably, leaning toward her and stroking her right wrist. “She has been taken care of and wouldn’t bother me again. So there’s no reason go to all stereotypical Indian here and goes cutting off some poor girl’s head.”
My sure-fire-method of calming my girlfriend down worked…but not to degree that I had come to expect. Rosina settles slightly but I can see the fire in her eyes. I was starting to get a little worried as my girlfriend began to lightly pace in front of my table. Back when Rosina was Liz she had a temper and a bit of a rep that I sometime had little trouble denying.
I just hope my girlfriend really doesn’t do anything she would regret. My worried would put to rest, thankfully, as she sighs and placed the chair up right. I mentally sigh with relief, that enough of Rarity was in my girlfriend to allow her to think rationally. I was about to say something to her, only for her to move closer to my jacket, investigating it in a very thorough method, one that remained me of Rarity herself.
“You know, darling-” I frown when I noticed how my girlfriend says darling. I just fully realized how she says it with more passion and affections then Rarity does, making me blush when I realized it was my new pet name. “-I can restore this for you, and strengthen the seams so something like this wouldn’t happen again.”
I blinked, my mind piecing together what I just learn. Rosina had Rarity’s sewing skills, which shouldn’t be all that surprising. This fact, however, did bring a question that has been lingering in the back of my mind to the surface.
“Rosina what do you plan to do now?” I asked curiously. “It’s not like we can go back to our old job with how we look now.”
My girlfriend giggled lightly as she retook her sit, and took a sip of her diet soda. I noticed that the anger had faded completely from Rosina’s eyes and was replace with that glee that Rarity gets when she gets excited about something.
“It’s may not be the most fabulous of works, but I’m planning on reapplying for the Build-A-Bear work shop I work at,” Rosina explained calmly. “The pay is good enough even for a part timer, and since I had a habit of saving, I wouldn’t need to work for long so I could build up enough to afford a building from which I would be able to work on my designs.”
I nodded as I took a little sip of my own drink. It made sense to use the skills we had acquired, and adds Rarity’s skills to Liz’s already impressive (if not somewhat reluctant) skills and I bet she would be able to make amazing designs.
“And I need to insure my dear little Sammy get the best singing lessons I can find,” Rosina said with a light smile.
I was so surprise by that sentence that I spit out my drink. Luckily I was quick enough to turn my head in the opposite direction so I didn’t get any on Rosina. That would have ended with a trip to an emergency room and I don’t have the insurance to cover the bill.
Still, I couldn’t hide my surprise as I looked at Rosina with soda dripping down my chin. “Ben turned into Sweetie Belle?” I asked in a mix of shock, surprise and idiocy.
Rosina giggled, either from my reaction or the soda on my chin, which I quickly wiped clean.
“Well of course, darling,” Rosina replied mirthfully. “Where do you think I got my last name from?”
“Oh, well I guess that makes since,” I replied awkwardly, fidgeting in my chair.
My girlfriend must have seen my discomfort able and giggled, adding to my discomfort. She suddenly stopped and frowns as she gave this look I was all too familiar.
“You know darling, I been here for nearly 20 minutes and I don’t believe I gotten your new name yet,” Rosina said simply.
I had to bit my lip to keep me from wincing. I have been dreading this moment since my girl came, but I wasn’t going to shy away from the matter. That could end badly for me.
“It’s Tiwila…Tiwila Princess,” I replied meekly.
My girlfriend wanted to laugh I can see the mirth in her eyes trying to break free. I was glad that she had enough control to keep herself composed.
I knew that I would eventually get use to my new name, but even after that I think I will still cringe inward whenever I hear it.
“Well, Twila-darling” I frown when I noticed the mirth in my other’s voice had grown a bit when she said my name, but I kept my mouth shut on the matter, “What are your plans on this entire matter.”
I stared at my girlfriend, feeling old feelings resurface. I looked down at my plate, and began to trace my fingers around the rim facing me. From the corner of my eye I could see my girlfriend waiting patiently, another treat she picked up from Rarity.
I sigh, after a minute to collect my thoughts, and looked my girlfriend squarely in the eye.
“I have never kept it a secret from you that I had regretted never finishing college.” Rosina nodded slowly, telling me to go on.
But I couldn’t, I had become lost in an old memory.
Around my second year of college both of my parents had come down with some sort of strange illness, and I was forced to dropout because my no-account sister didn’t want to help due to her own problems. My folks couldn’t afford to hire anyone so that left little choice but for me to help them.
I don’t regret helping my parents make a full recovered, but it took well over year and I decided it wasn’t worth it to try and get caught up. I had planned to restart the next year, but one thing led to another and I eventually just gave up trying.
Still, I wasn’t that person anymore, and what better time to reinvent yourself then when you’re a whole new person. So, with a light sigh I pushed all over those old thoughts into the back of my head and refocused on my girlfriend, who was once again waiting patiently for me.
I couldn’t help but smile as I said, with confidence, “I been thinking about enrolling in one of the colleges around here. They might not be the best, but some of them are decent enough that I can continue where I left off when I was a boy.”
Rosina nodded with a small smile on her lips, and she grabbed her glass of diet soda and held it out in front. “I know it’s not fine wine, but how about we make a toast…to new beginnings.”
I giggled heartedly as I picked up my own glass and light tip it against my girlfriend’s. “To new beginnings,” I said and then we both took a sip of our drinks.
I set my empty glass and looked my girlfriend and suddenly felt my own excitement grow without binds, as I was eager to ask something. “So, how was your morning?” I asked with barely contain giddiness.
Rosina giggled, rather from my over-eagerness or something else entirely I didn’t know and I just didn’t care. Just hearing that laugh was enough to turn my brain in mush, reinforcing my love for the woman before me.
“I wish I could say my morning was a boring as your was, Twila-darling,” Rosina said, bringing me back to my senses. “But that wasn’t the case, sadly.”
I noticed that her smile changed, turning a little more seductive. “But like you…my day started with a dream…”
Author's Note
A few things before I sign off, this isn't a self-insert. I use element from myself, but my characters are mostly made-up; I'm no where near that old and I don't have another yet.
Plus this story will be updated at irragular times, mostly when I feel the need to get my juices flowing again.
