After begging my parents for months, they finally are allowing me, Seventeen year old Katrina Miller, to go to Brony-Con, as long as I stay with my sister Annabelle and keep her safe from creeps. Stepping in, I take a quick look at our cosplay costumes, Annabelle is cosplaying as Pinkie Pie while I'm cosplaying as my own character, Misty Rose, she has pink skin with blue hair with pink and purple streaks in it and her cutie mark is a blue and pink heart with a gold cross in the middle of it. I really should get to writing her fanfic someday. Our costumes are homemade and not 100% accurate. But Anna and I are so excited to be able to go that we don't mind. I put in my ear buds and play my favorite song, not My Little Pony, but a Contemporary Christian one. I just need u by TobyMac
Annabelle taps me on the shoulder and I turn off my music. "What?" I ask.

"Look over there Katie." I look where she's pointing. There's a merchandise booth with a Apple Bloom bow, a Scootaloo scooter and helmet, a Applejack Stetson hat, and a replica of Twilight's crown and journal that she uses to communicate with Sunset. Among other things.

"Cool. Let's see how much the Twilight Crown is Annie." I say grabbing her hand.

"Hello sir, how much for the Twilight Sparkle crown and journal?" I say.

"Twenty bucks for both."

Yeouch. "How about five apiece?"

"They're worth at least ten apiece." He says.

"How about six apiece?" I offer.

"Seven is the lowest I'll go."

"Deal." I say handing him the money and grabbing the crown and journal.

I then put the crown on my head "What do you think? I ask Annabelle.

"I think it's a little odd to have an OC wearing Twilight's crown, but it suits you." She says.

I smirk at her for a moment. "Thanks sis," I say, then I get a terrible cramp, like double over bad. "I gotta use the bathroom." I tell Annabelle and then rush to the bathroom. Just as I step inside I have another cramp. Then I feel like something's tightening around my midriff. Then it stops and then I feel my hips widen, I don't know about you, but I am no Barbie Doll. I'm not overweight or anything like that, but still, I'm average. Then it stops and before I have any time to recover I feel my chest get bigger. And then it stops. And then my arms and legs get longer and slimmer. I can barely walk on them. "Jesus help me." I pray. The last thing I remember is rubbing my hand on the sun on the notebook.

Author's Note

Welcome to my first fanfic. I was hoping to have another fanfic out first, but this one was ready first, so, here we are.