Lyra's unexpectedly, painful day as a human

Lyra Heartstrings opened her eyes to the beautiful day that peeked through the curtains of her bedroom window, like a little foal peering over the beside, waiting for mommy to wake and make him breakfast. With a smile, she sat up, stretching her arms and ya-

She blinked, then looked at her arms. The slender limbs were a light peach color and naked of fur. She held up her fingers to her face, examining the five flimsy digits as she wiggled them experimentally, bafflement turning to wounder.  With a surge of movement, she used a hand to lift the edge of her covers up and off her bed, wondering if the rest of her body was different.

With a triumphant laugh she wiggled her toes and examined every inch of her soft, fleshy, feet.

“Oh this is a dream come true!” She crowed, hopping out of bed, hands on her slender waist, facing the open window, chest puffed and face grinning. “I am HUMAN!”

The local milk stallion, up with the sun as usual, was in the middle of his route when he heard some pony yell 'I am HUMAN!' A curious thing to yell, but most likely a silly remark just to wake the neighbors. Curiously, he looked to the small house from where the cry of victory was belted forth, when he saw a human, buck naked, at the window, in full view of every pony who had a view of the window.

It wasn't until Lyra heard the milk stallion's bottle crash to the ground that she realized there were ponies out. Slowly she looked down, realizing for the first time that she was wearing nothing but her birthday suit. A blush blossomed on her face as she covered herself and closed the curtains as quickly as she could.

As a pony, she could care less if she was naked. That's what fur was for. As a human, she strangely felt self conscious of her bare skin, but she had prepared for this day. With a hop and a skip she made her way to her dresser, but not before doing what every human has done, since the existence of the human species. She stubbed her big toe.

A fiery pain shot up her toe, up her foot and she dropped dramatically to the floor, trying to clamp her hands around the offend toe, which only served to adding injury to injury as she banged her elbow in the solid oak dresser on her way down.

“Ow ow ow.” She whimpered.

Bonbon burst into the room, her sleeping mask still over her eyes, a rolling pin held in a hoof. “Where's the intruder?!” She demanded, swinging the kitchen utensil like a sword. “I'll teach him to break in!”

“Bon, there's no pony here but me.” Lyra gritted, the sharp pain dulling to a slow burn that felt like it was cooking her injured flesh on the spot. “Take off the sleeping mask.”

Bonbon complied, seeing no pony in the room, but a strange creature on the floor. “Lyra?” She asked cautiously. The naked being nodded, tears welling in it's eyes from the stubbed toe. Bonbon smacked her in the head with the rolling pin.

“OW! What was that for?!”

“Fer wakin' up a mare in the middle of her beauty sleep!” Bonbon replied rather annoyed. “An' beause you look so different, I won't be able to get back to sleep, so I'm up for good, thanks to you.”

“Uuugggh.” Lyra gave up on cuddling her wounds, and just lay sprawled out on the cool wood floor. “Now I know what you're like without your morning coffee.”

“No pony said you had to move in in the first place.” Bonbon reminded her as she turned to head to the kitchen.

Lyra had thought it was a good idea to move in, last week when she was thinking on how to save money, but now she was staring to reconsider. With a sigh, she sat up and, more carefully this time, opened her drawer and started pulling out the needed things for a typical human female to wear. She smiled, as all those dress up sessions actually paid off.

In no time she made her way into kitchen wearing blue jeans and a green shirt that read 'Super Star'. Lyra sat at the kitchen table while Bonbon started boiling some coffee.

“So, what are you?” The light yellow pony asked without even looking. It wasn't the first time she'd seen her, now roommate, as something other than a pony. It seemed about a year ago after the youngest member of the Apple family got her cutie mark, Lyra found out that Applebloom could brew potions that could turn her into a human.

To put it politely, Applebloom was still learning her trade as a potions maker.

“I'm human.” Lyra declared happily, though winced as her big toe gave a little throb of pain. “Applebloom got it right this time.”

Bonbon looked over at Lyra, shaking her head. “An' why in all of Equestria did ya want to become human?” She stirred the rich black grounded coffee beans into the pot and let it steep. “Wha'd I mean is, what's so bad about bein' a pony?”

“Nothing.” Lyra replied. “Its just...how do I explain. I was curious what's it like. That's all.”

“Will this one wear off after a day, or will it be a week? I can't handle ya bein' a monkey again.”

Lyra opened her mouth to reply, but then shut it. “I don't know.” She admitted sheepishly. “But I'm going to enjoy it for as long as I can!”

Bonbon gave her a half lidded look of a pony who is anything but impressed. “I'm sure.” She replied.

Lyra smiled, jumped to her feet, started walking to the front door, felt a sharp pain shoot through her foot.

“Ow, ow, ow!” She hopped up and down, holding her foot, only to lose her balance and fall over Bonbon's chair.

Bonbon sighed, counting to ten before she said anything. “What now?”

Tears stood in Lyra's eyes as she pointed to soft pink flesh of her foot, to the needle like, brown object poking out of her sole.

“Sliver.”

Bonbon rolled her eyes, making her way to the poor human. It was going to be one of those days.