Note: The author is insane and an idiot. Please feel free to ignore this "Chapter" as it's just the author being weird.

As Angel walked through the back alleyways of the town, she tried to wrestle with her emotions. Everything seemed to be moving so fast. Her first night with Cup Cake. The next morning dealing with her new form in everyday life. Nursing the foals, her chat with Evee, being hit on.

Now to see one of her old friends as a happy mother-to-be when they were a happy stallion just two days ago...

But that's the thing wasn't it? Was Big Mac really happy as he was? Because it seemed pretty clear now that the answer was no. Though Gala also said her time as Big Mac hadn't been wasted. So clearly there were aspects of her life she had been content with. But which ones? What did she enjoy while a stallion, and what was different for her now?

It just wasn't the same for Angel. She hadn't regretted or hated being a male, but... but even she had to admit there were things about her old body that weren't great. Things her new form wasn't burdened with. Was that enough though? Could she really let herself go and enjoy this body?

A dancing of light caught her eye enough to make her turn toward it. A cracked mirror greeting her gaze. Along with her reflection in the spiderwebs of fractures. A shame, she bet it was a lovely mirror before. It was funny though, like this, it reflected how she felt at the moment. Not broken exactly, but off. Her image obscured by all these... complications. If it was whole... would the mare she saw reflect who she was?

"Who am I?" She asked the mirror silently, almost placing a hoof upon it. She was still Carrot Cake right? Yet Carrot would have never flirted with a stallion. He barely could recall if he ever flirted with many mares. Carrot also wouldn't wear a hairpin and like, no love how it made her look. She just felt... so different, so pretty.

Was it wrong to feel this way?

Time seemed to slow as the wind blew through the town. A melody upon its wisps. Feeling its magic wash over her, Angel let it take her. A song emerging from her lips.

"I became a mare." Her eyes drifted to a large part of the mirror still intact.

"A vision of loveliness" She turned her head away.

"Wish I didn't care. This taste in my mouth so sour." She wrinkled her muzzle, her gaze rising to the sky.

"I'm so confused. Is my form just a ruse?" She waved a hoof over it, silently wishing for an answer.

"And I take a look at myself. Just who is this strange mare stood before me?" She felt her feelings bubbling up, the song forcing her to voice her concerns and fears. Maybe it was possible to fight this. Maybe she could break free from whatever magic this was, but deep down. She didn't want to. Instead she let it take her. Looking to the sky as she cried her words out.

"Cause I'm just a simple stallion you see!"

"Yeah I'm just a simple stallion you see!" Again she looked at her reflection.

"Just what should I do with a body like this? Ooooh!"

As the tempo softened, she looked down at her new form. It's sleek, sexy design. She had thought it before, but it was sinking in more and more just how desirable she must be to anypony that would be into mares. A body that wasn't at all like the one she was used to. A body she did miss didn't she? She needed to convince herself of it.

"I sure miss my dick." She just needed to sort all this.

"Okay maybe I wasn't cool. Was built like a stick." She sighed. "If I must admit the truth."

She shook her head. "But that's who I was. Now I'm nervous because." Her gaze turned back to the mirror.

"Since I'm just not sure what I am." She placed a hoof on her chest, trying to calm her beating heart. "And I fear just what is to come of me..." A sudden sense of energy sprung up inside of her as she began to prance in the alleyway, letting the rhythm flow through her.

"Cause I'm just a simple pony you see!" She flung her head around, letting her mane whip around her, feeling the raw energy course in her blood.

"Yeah I'm just a simple pony you see!" It was exhilarating. The youthfulness, the energy. She felt good, great even. Young and just hitting her prime like Pinkie and her friends. She hated to admit it, but she loved that feeling, that knowledge that she was so young and... so sexy.

"Never dreamnt that I would have a body like this. Ooooh!"

"Oh yeah, pony! No I'm just not sure what I'm missin'!" She flung her head to the sky, screaming her words. No longer caring who might hear.

"Oh yeah, filly! No I'm just not sure what I'm missin'!" The stress of it all for one pure moment, drained from her mind, her body, her soul. She felt free, reborn. A pathway she never would have been given, now opened before her. Could she do it? Could she take those steps upon it?

Lowering her head, she began to trot back toward the mirror, the melody once again, slowing down. There were some things she had to face within herself.

"So now, truth be told. This body's electrifying, makes me feel bold. Is this the right thing for me? I feel like a fake." Her voice lowered to a whisper as the next words flowed out of her. "Yet I can not shake. I kinda like how I am..."

She smiled. "And I can bet you my wife would agree." She looked at the mirror again. Imagining the mare within it's reflection to be the manifestation of her current self. A mare called Angel Cake who's voice took over his mind, giving the illusion that it was her singing to him.

"You've got so many options now laid before you. With this new freedom, what will you do? All that I ask is that you see this all through!" As Angel sang to him, it was as if her image slowly floated out of the mirror to stand before him. Him standing in his old body once more, watching this mare he had become sing her heart out.

"Yeah! A filly! Find out just what you've been missin'"

"Be a filly! Find out just what you are missin'..."

The image of her faded. The rhtym stopped. Once more Angel Cake was alone in the alleyway with her thoughts.

Author's Note

Bonus points to anyone who guesses what song this is a parody of, though I'm fairly certain it's rather obvious.

So why this? Because it popped in my head and I decided "Frick it I'm doing it"

I'm a weird, crazy individual. I promise not to do this again.

...at least for this story.

EDIT: Also since this is obviously a parody, and has no melody attached to the words, I fail to see why this would be against the no Copywrite music rule. So hopefully I'm fine.