I'm Still Invisible

Hard work is never rewarded.

The world prefers to remember the fireworks in the sky, rather than the artist that crafted the display of beauty in the first place. The passing shimmers of light stealing the attention away from those they stepped upon, never a apology nor even the courtesy of a simple hello.

Sometimes the card you've been dealt is that of invisibility, to be seen but never heard.

Though in my case, I'm ironically ignored on both spectrums.

Just a stepping stone in history, none to remember my name.

None to even recognize my face.

Worst of all.

“I'm still here.” I gave a loud sigh as the office manager clicked off the lights, every cubicle within my department plunged into a blank void.

This was just another day in my paradise, my paperwork before me only half filled out at this point. The whole office out enjoying the weekend, each with a place to be or a person to meet.

I honestly thought such affairs were a waste of time, time that could be used more wisely on other things. Getting drunk at a club was a low priority on my list anyways, though maybe meeting new people wouldn't be so bad.

Everyone would like a friend, right?

I shuffled down the pitch black hallway in silence, my short blonde hair a complete mess at the moment. My brown eyes a dull hue, standing tall at six-three yet nobody ever seemed to notice me.

My white dress shirt was wrinkled and complemented with a loose fitting red tie, my beige dress pants nearly as forgettable as I was sadly. My sleek black dress shoes clicked down the cold tile floor, I just wanted to get away from the office as soon as possible.

“Halt, who are you!?” A loud booming voice exploded out from behind me, I turned around to face a young bright eyed security guard.

Yet only succeeded in getting an annoyingly bright light flashed in my face, I lifted my hand over my eyes to shield away the burn. This wouldn't be the first time security had stopped me on the way out, nor would it be the last.

“Blake Wallace, I'm from systems on…” I fumbled my hand out of my right pocket, fishing out a small laminated card with my photo on the front.

This brute yanking the card away as if in a hurry, scanning over the information swiftly while stealing a few glances over towards me.

“I never heard of you!” He rolled his eyes before tossing the card back into my hand, without even an apology he spun around and began walking off into the distance.

“Yeah, I get that alot.” I whispered under my breath before looking down to my feet in shame, I was forever invisible.

Apartment 3-C.

My sanctuary from the madness of the outside world, a true quiet place I could vanish into, when I just wanted to be alone. It was small but fine, I didn't enjoy big flashy things anyways.

It was clean and tidy, hardly anything out of place. I liked to keep everything neat just in case of company, not that I had plans for anyone to visit in the near future. I placed my keys into a nearby empty fish bowl with a clunk, gazing out the nearby open window to my right.

This apartment was supposed to have a beautiful view of the city at night, except my window faced a huge brick wall. Which was fine, scenery is overrated anyways. I have more than enough to keep me occupied, such as my shelf of books or the television.

I thought about perhaps putting in a blue ray of Equestria Girls, that movie was a secret guilty pleasure of mine. Those girls had such a wonderful vibrant world, full of friendship and adventures.

Shame such a place wasn't real, I'd give my right leg to just slip away to it. Escape from the constant disappointment of the everyday, with a shrug I clicked on my old laptop lacklusterly.

I had recently joined a MLP website in hopes of making friends, I spent all night creating a wonderful but fun introduction on the forum boards. That was three days ago, I had to admit, I was a bit excited to see who might of replied.

I was just a tiny bit annoyed, that work had pulled me away for those few days.

Zero Replies.

The dark red number glowed upon my screen mockingly, burning into my soul much like a blazing ember coal. None had replied to my introduction or said hello, even the page stats claimed that none even visited.

Life.

Online.

Was I non-existent everywhere!?

A huge knock exploded from my door loudly, my skin crawling as I nearly fell out of my seat beside the kitchen. I was paid up on rent and never caused a ruckus, so my landlord was out of the question.

Who would be visiting this late at night?

My legs felt much like jello as I carefully took soft steps towards the door, poking my head out the wooden doorway with caution. To my surprise the hallway was empty, not a trace of anyone in sight. It felt as if I might have imagined the whole thing, my eyes glancing to the floor to catch a odd sight.

A sweater in two shades of brown had been folded neatly in front of my doorway, it was striped in a dark serious brown hue and a softer more delicate pastel brown tinge. On the very top was a yellow post-it note, written in dainty pink cursive wording was an odd note.

“If you feel alone, look within to let your light be shone.” I read the note aloud in confusion, kneeling down to scoop up the impossibly soft fabric in my hands.

Who had left this here?

Better yet, why?

This sweater looked a tad too small but indeed it did feel comfortable in my hands, I nudged the door shut with my foot looking over the fabric with care for any hidden clues. When my search came up empty, I decided it would do no harm to simply try it on.

I slid the sweater over my head slowly, knowing deep inside it probably wouldn't fit. But to my glee it happened to fit absolutely perfectly, no tight areas or discomfort anywhere. Smiling gently to myself I walked over to a old mirror beside my door, looking to my reflection with a slightly brighter outlook on life.

This object felt as if it were made for me, though I didn't know who sent it. I still whispered a near silent thank you under my breath, the world still had a bit of light left within it.

My eyes narrowing a bit as I watched my reflection carefully, something felt off about myself, yet I couldn't place my finger on it.

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks, sprinkled across my cheeks delicately were small cute freckles. My complexion had always been smooth and clear, but now I had clearly visible freckles on my face.

“What is going on?” I gasped in horrified confusion, a waterfall of hair suddenly flowing down past my shoulders in wild silken locks.

I had no idea what was happening as my hands seemed to shrink inside the sleeves of this sweater slightly, I felt as if I were being compacted a odd pressure spreading across my body.

I groaned my height melting away in a matter of seconds before my eyes, arms losing all muscle mass swiftly while my pants began to bunch up around the ankles. I glanced down with panic stricken eyes, I was in a puddle of my now oversized clothes.

I couldn't be any more than five foot now, I felt so small and weak as if my strength was plucked right out of my body by force.

“I need to find help!” I gave a shrill yelp in horror, my voice was far more softer in tune raised a few octaves in a soprano melody.

My eyes gazed deep into the mirror again, dull colors I was always used to seeing replaced by a brighter melted chocolate hue. My eyes stretching wider in shape becoming far more expressive, long lashes forming to compliment them.

I tried to rush towards the door in search of someone to help me, these huge tent like pants wrapping around my ankles as I suddenly went crashing to the floor with a loud thud.

“Please stop!” I moaned in pain as my face suddenly popped out of place, shrinking and molding into a soft rounder shape.

I could feel my lips pushing out into a tender shy pout, nose shrinking smaller in shape with a distinct feminine curve. Brows thinning before arching above my eyes delicately, I traced unfamiliar features of my face with new petite hands.

“Who am I!?” I felt my back pop into a arched curve, I winced as hips shifted out to lovely wide shapes.

My waist sinking inward to a elegant thin curve, much like an hourglass as my chest began to expand forward. I watched helplessly as two full mounds of flesh pushed my sweater outward, building to full healthy shapes for a young growing girl.

Legs soon matched my arms with frail smooth flesh, each thigh gaining a bit more fat as they expanded playfully. My masculinity dwindling as I felt a sudden sense of coldness, my butt expanding a bit fuller as if lifting then plumping rounder.

I held to my side as I could feel organs shifting deep inside my body, my masculinity shifting down the spectrum. A flower blooming within as I gave a moan in pain, I knew from the explosion of sensations I had entered womanhood.

The whole apartment was spinning faster and faster, I wanted to scream yet only felt pain. My vision blacking out as my world was plunged into darkness, everything became ice cold.

Little did I know, I was about to embark on an adventure of a lifetime!

“Are you ok?” A young girl spoke in a concerned tone of voice, my eyes slowly becoming more focused to my surroundings.

Glancing to tiny feminine hands that were not my own, my skin a vibrant pale green color that was something out of this world. No longer were golden blonde locks cascading over my vision, but now dark forest green waves of hair were in my view.

Having longer hair was such an odd feeling, I wasn't used to so much weight on the top of my head. Batting lashes in a dainty confused daze, I locked eyes on a orange skinned teen girl ahead of me.

“Um I think…” I was cut off by a magenta young woman coming into view from behind a open locker door, both teens flashing me an odd glance before walking away giggling.

“Of course, they weren't talking to me.” I gave a loud sigh in utmost panic, this setting I found myself in was vaguely familiar yet blindingly bright.

It seemed to be a huge school of some kind, the floors polished to a sparkling shine. The cream white walls decorticated with various school posters of every kind, a gigantic glass trophy case towering in view from down the hallway.

Lastly teens, dozens of them were flooding the walkway in a busy rush of a hectic school schedule. My mind was throbbing from a massive headache, this world so odd as I stumbled over to the trophy case in a confused wobble.

The petite young girl in my reflection was not my own, I was wearing this cursed sweater now a bit oversized on my tiny frame. Tight form fitting jeans hugged the curves of my blossoming body firmly, cute sunset orange striped shoes clung to my feet sweetly.

Long wild green hair hid my soft facial features away from view, my eyes nearly glistening in the vibrant light of the school as I felt suddenly faint.

This girl was Wallflower Blush, I had somehow been transformed into a Animated Equestria Girls character. My knees buckled under my weight, eyes rolling back as I collapsed to the floor with a thud.

I could only pray this was a nightmare.

“Ms.Blush, are you ok?” A voice of an older woman spoke in a caring tender voice, my eyes creeping open to the horrible sight of a colorful world.

“Are you talking to me?” I let my eyes focus with ease, slowly sitting up with a whimper still feeling a bit woozy.

“Of course I am dear.” Principal Celestia gently walked into my view, placing a soft hand atop my forehead, checking if I might be sick.

She was a sight to behold in reality, I mean animated reality that is. But the odd thing was in this world I found myself in, it didn't feel like a cartoon world, in fact it all just seemed absolutely normal.

She wore a lovely pastel violet women's business suit into work today, a white cotton blouse underneath with a matching pair of pants and heels. Celestia gave a calm aura off of herself, probably why the students trusted her.

“I'm fine, just felt dizzy.” I lied point blank to Celestia, even if I told her the truth, it might be a stretch even by Canterlot standards.

“If you need to perhaps go home and rest…” Celestia was quick to flash a warming smile towards me.

“I'm perfectly fine, but thank you.” I returned a smile myself, jumping off the nurses table I found myself on.

My legs were still wobbly as a bag of noodles, but I managed to shuffle over to the nurse's office door. My whole center of gravity thrown off in this body, it would indeed take some getting used to.

Until then I'd just be awkward.

“Wallflower!” The principal called out to me, I turned to face her with an innocent gaze.

“Ma'am?” I replied politely.

“Be careful, you're one of my prized students.” Celestia spoke in a genuine voice, flashing a smile that lit up my world.

I fought back a few tears, simply nodding in a silent reply. Exiting out into the hallway in haste, I took a moment to wipe my eyes with my sleeve.

Even if I somehow got trapped here, maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all?