Stallions Don't Cry

Stallions Don’t Cry

by Scarlet Blaze

Chapter 2

There was a long pause of silence. You can not exactly reply to a statement like that quickly.

“...I don’t know what the kids at school said but you definitely came out of your mother as a colt.”

Sun groaned loudly and rolled his eyes. I guess I missed the point.

“No dad. I mean. I’m not a colt. I’m a filly... at least I think I am.”

“...I am completely lost.”

It was true. I had never heard of something like that.

“Okay. Look at this.”

He hoped into the chair in front of his desk. A red glow appeared from his horn and the glow appeared on the mouse. With a quick movement, the screen of his computer came back to life from its screensaver. On it was a page from Hoofapedia. It read “Stallion-to-Mare Surgery.”

“What is this?”

“Well. I looked up ‘filly in a colt body-’”

“Why?”

Sun looked at me. Mad at either my interrupting him or missing the point completely.

“Because dad,” he replied as nice as he could. “I’ve had this feeling for... awhile now. That I am not suppose to be a colt.”

“How long is ‘awhile?’” I asked, to continue my barrage of questioning.

He shrugged his shoulders (which I found rather cute for him to be able to do) and replied, “Maybe a couple of years. I just never said anything because I thought I wasn’t suppose to.”

I felt bad for him. As his father I should have told him sooner he could talk to me about anything. I always thought I had implied it and I was glad he came to me about this. Yet it dis-heartened me to know he had been hiding this for two years out of fear.

I looked over the sites Sun had found. It was rather impressive that a 7-year-old unicorn was able to accomplish so much with what little magic he had (I was surprised he could even operate the computer). I had never heard of something like a “transpony” before. If I had stumbled upon it at some point before I must have forgotten about it. I was learning stuff I did not know existed. There were surgeries for this sort of thing and plenty of ponies had either gone from mares to stallions or stallions to mares. There was even a successful film about a transpony called  “Stallions Don’t Cry.”

“Are you sure about this, son?” I finally asked, moving away so Sun could see the screen again.

“I think so. But I could be wrong... I think.”

It was difficult to seem him like this. So unsure and insecure. I quickly hugged him, trying to reassure him everything would be okay. I think it helped.

One of the things the websites said about transponies is to seek psychological help first. Make sure this is not just a passing phase or some wild idea, that truly the pony would be more comfortable as the other gender. The problem was there was not really much of a need for a psychologist in Ponyville. This was mostly because all citizens were quite happy and with out problems (normally). If anypony had problems they went to Canterlot for help. I did know one pony in town who might be able to help. A mare named Twilight Sparkle. She came from Canterlot and was well studied in... everything.

“I spent a few weeks with a psychologist in Canterlot. I picked up a few things, why do you ask?” was her response when I saw her the next day.

I looked around nervously. Not many ponies just decide to sit around and listen to conversations near the library. I was still on edge though.

“Do you know anything about transponies?” I asked in a low tone.

The purple mare strained to hear me.

“A little. What’s this all about?”

I came clean.

“Well, my son told me that he thinks he might be a transpony. That he wants to be a filly.”

Twilight’s eyes went wide for a bit, finally catching on to the reason of my anxiety.

“Oh. And what would you like from me?”

“Some psychological input? I don’t exactly know any psychologists.”

“Oh. I see. Well, do you want to bring him by later today? I don’t think I can give a professional opinion. But maybe I can help.”

I thanked her and began to trot off. However I had to stop and cringe when I heard Twilight shout inside the library.

“Spike! Do we have any books on transponies!?”

***

I waited downstairs for Sun. I could barely hear anything between him and Twilight. After several minutes of trying to make out what they were saying I gave up. Instead I watched the little purple dragon in the room. Spike was his name if I was correct. The name fit him. He paid little to no attention to me. He continued his work of re-shelving books. I had to cringe when I saw the spine of one of the books titled, “The Transpony and You.” Yet I was more surprised than embarrassed. Perplexed they had such a specific reference work on hand here.

About thirty minutes or so later Sun came hoping down the stairs with Twilight trotting close behind. He rushed over to me, quite excited.

“Hi daddy! She was a really nice lady. She was nice to talk to,” he began to rattle off.

I interrupted by petting his mane with my hoof.

“That’s great kiddo. Can you wait outside for a bit? I need to talk with Ms. Sparkle.”

He happily trotted to the door which Spike kindly held open.

“You have a wonderful son,” Twilight said.

“So what do you think? Is he really a... well...”

I was having a hard time getting my words out. I do not think there is ever really a proper way to address a topic like this. Twilight was kind enough to know where I was going.

“I don’t think it is fair for me to ‘diagnose’ him or anything. But it was... interesting to talk with him about it.”

“What should I, I mean, we do about it?”

“I can talk with my psychology tutor in Canterlot. I am sure I can get him to hoof the bill.”

“I...I don’t know what to say ma’am. That is awfully kind.”

Twilight waved her hoof in the air.

“Don’t mention it. Anything I can do to help my fellow pony is worth doing.”

I thanked her a few more times and I was about to leave. I paused to ask one more thing.

“Ms. Sparkle. Are we related?”

“...Excuse me?”

“Well, my name is Twilight Sky. You are Twilight Sparkle. We have very similar names.”

Twilight laughed for a bit, “I don’t think so...Twilight.”

I smiled and left.

Sun and I were heading home when the most interesting thing happened. A mare I was rather familiar with from Canterlot came running up. Photo Finish. I can not say I had the pleasure of meeting her before then, but she was one of the ponies everypony should know. She was accompanied by two brightly colored and brightly dressed ponies. The fabulous photographer wore her own “unique” outfit with her trademark sunglasses. The blue pony pointed at me with her hoof.

“You,” she said in her sharp dialect.

Her hoof moved slightly to point to somepony else as well.

“And you.”

I turned to see the brown colored stallion Time Turner. I had know him from my school days. We were friends of sorts. He acknowledge me as well with a glance.

“Photo Finish needs you for her grand entrance.”

After one of the bright ponies offered compensation for us I told Sun to head home. The next thing I know we were forced to gallop to the park for whatever reason. The pony had not stated she was running late so it seemed odd to be rushing. I had wanted to at least say “hi” to Time Turner and see how he was doing these days. Photo Finish’s go-go attitude prevented this.

It was all so quickly paced that I hardly remember what I was doing before I was lifting one side of a platform (with Time Turner on the other) and trotting into the park. Photo Finish riding on top for her grand entrance.

“Put me down here,” she said.

The two of us got to our knees and she hoped off. I looked up and noticed two ponies who were already waiting for her. One was in something covered in blue gems. Silly outfit. The other was a white mare with a curly purple mane. Anypony would have a hard time not catch a glance at the perfectly styled mane. She was a pony who knew a thing or two about beauty.

I waited around on my knees a while longer. Listened to Photo Finish talk about “ze model” and “nature” or something. I got out from under the chariot and approached one of the bright ponies. He told me that I would be needed for an upcoming fashion show (apparently familiar with my work at other events) the very next day. I had to rush home and get ready. I packed the basics, said by to the wife and child and took the train. It was days like these that I was fortunate enough to have a year round pass.

That night I stayed in another hotel owned by Fancy Pants. However this was not one I was use to because the fashion show was taking place at a venue owned by some other pony. The room was nicer than usual. The television even had Hooflix available on it. After browsing for awhile I came across “Stallions Don’t Cry.” Needless to say I watched it... It is hard to say what I thought about the film. I guess I could say it was interesting. Something I definitely was not letting Sun watch till he was older.

The next day was pretty big. Just about everypony in Canterlot was crowding around the roped off red carpet. Somehow the previous day the pony in the weird outfit at the park had become the modeling sensation of Canterlot. I got to see her more clearly as I let her and Photo Finish in. She was a yellow pony with a nicely groomed pink mane. Still I did not care for her. Just as they went through another pony tried to follow so I put the red velvet rope up to cut her off. She was about to sulk off when I noticed her mane from beneath the giant hat she was wearing.

“You’re from Ponyville, right?” I asked.

She turned back with a hopeful look.

“Why yes! Yes I am!” she said with excitement.

I guess she was hoping I recognized her. I was more interested in her beautiful accent though. I added, “I saw you in the park yesterday.”

There was some silence and her smile began to fade for a second time. I glanced around and motioned with my hoof for her to listen closer. The mare leaned in and rose her ear.

“There is another entrance in the back. It’s not guarded and most assume it is locked. There is no handle so only unicorns can get it open.”

She was unsure how to respond.

“Well... Thank you, sir.”

“I’m Twilight Sky,”

“I have a friend with a similar name. I’m Rarity.”

She gave a playful smile as her way of saying good bye. I watched as she tried to find a way to the back entrance. I was honestly surprised I gave her that information. I hardly knew her, yet there was something that I liked about her. I hoped I would get to see her again soon.