Ditzys secret

My first bath

I guess I should start at the very beginning. I was born to two muffin makers. Their names where Chocolate Muffin, a brown earth stalion with a fog-like black mane, and Cinnamon Flower, a high standard unicorn with a light brown coat and white specks, a darker brown mane coating her head and tail.

I assume that the thought of their names being normal pony names ,then why would they name their child Ditzy of all things,had entered your head. Well, to put it simple, I looked nothing like them.

They both had brown coats, dark colored manes, and muffin cutie marks. I was grey. i had a sunny, yellow mane, and i also had golden, crooked eyes. They both had blue normal eyes. Not to mention that i was a pegasus. No pony else had golden walled eyes or a gray coat or wings in my family. No pony except my great great aunt Ditzy Fay. So they named me after her.

Sadly for me, my top class parents where nonbelievers in equality and pretty much hated any pony that didn't

"fit in". That included me.

They never played with me, they didn't make me dinner, they didn't teach me how to do anything. All their attention was centered around my older sister Darling Doo, although she changed her first name later on to Daring. That filly was pampered, wheras i was left alone. the only way i survived was from the help of my brother Fish. He was named fish because that was the only word i could say when he was born. Mom and dad never named him. I did that myself when i was one year old.

The first time I noticed my love of water was my first bath, occuring at the age of two for me. Yes, I know, I smelt like rotten garbage ever since my mother stopped giving me tong baths. That was the only thing she ever did for me.

Well anyways, she got the bath started and left me to get washed up. I was a very smart filly aside from my wall eyed appearance. Once something was explained to me I could do it easily.

I hopped in and started cleaning myself. I loved it. My first bath was the best ever. I rubbed my hoofs over my coat, getting all the filth out. I could faintly feel hard bumps under my coat, and remember wondering what they where. My ears sharpened and my eyes straightened out. It felt wonderful.

soon Fish came into the bathroom and i let him get in with me. i scrubbed his coat and he looked nice and clean. his own coat was a musty brown and he had a fizzle of red hair on top of his head. three lumps could be found on his body. two on his back, showing small wings that would never be able to fly, and one on his head, a horn to small to bear the strain of magic. He was different like me, and i loved him.

From then on i took baths once every day if i could, and every time something was a little different when i got in. At three years old, my hair developed a type of oil like ducks have on their wings to stay dry. My eyes, also, would always straighten out was while I was in water. I could hear better still, and my ears always grew a bit longer. My tail started to change from hair to skin.

At age four, my wings started changing. I still hadn't learned to fly. But when I was in the bath, the feathers would change to membrane like those on dragon wings, and they started to develop thick bones. Of course, these changes only happened when I was submerged in water and Fish was the only one who new about it besides me. He always stayed the same in water, but he loved it anyways.

Then, me at the age of five and Fish at the age of four, our parents took sudden interest in us.