Five Summer Nights

Chapters

Night One : Misguided
Night One : They Come In Three's
Night One : Not Afraid Of Who I Want To Be!
Night Two : #It'sNotOverYet!
Night Two : Pie Awry
Night Two : Perspective

Night One : Misguided

“Hidden Cove, the absolute best place on earth!” Penelope Treece giggled on the park bench joyously. Her bright blue eyes gazing over to her best friend Jimmy Hook, with a sense of playfulness.

Something Jimmy sadly didn't allow himself to do much often. Instead he'd just dig himself a deep hole of despair or worry and let the anxiety creep in. Penelope would rather see him smiling or better yet laughing. The amount of work it took to get him outside to the park was tiring itself.

“Hidden what!?” Jimmy flashed quite the confused look from behind a pair of glasses.

“Cove, it's a nice little beach off in the city of Brentwood!” Penelope gave a light punch on her friend’s shoulder. Wearing a cute spring outfit consisting of a bright yellow mini dress and some pink sandals.

“I'm not quite the beach person.” Jimmy ran a large hand through his messy hair nervously. His eyes lost on the horizon full of worry.

“Everybody's a beach person! Promise me you'll relax there one day, under the sun and having fun!” Penelope bit her lower lip mischievously. Her long curly blonde hair nearly as vibrant, as the orange setting sun in the sky.

“I promise.” Jimmy sighed gazing down to his beat up sneakers in defeat.

“Promise what?” Troy Creed tilted his head to the right confused. Driving his old 1968 Chevy Impala down the large open road towards the city, his ride shaking wildly in place with uncertainty badly needing a tune-up.

Jimmy sat in the passenger seat yawning aloud with a large stretch. Wearing an old white shirt and a casual pair of blue jeans. His eyes glancing out the dirty window of the ride boredly, averting attention from his friend wearing a navy blue rocker tee and beige shorts.

“Didn't know, I said anything!?” Jimmy let his shoulders shrug in place lacklusterly.

“Don't give me that crap! You know very well what you said!” Troy groaned in growing annoyance of the moment. His messy brunette hair flat from the humidity outside, this particular day hotter than normal.

“Attitude much?” Jimmy snorted placing a hand on his cheek, elbow resting on the window.

“Yes, attitude! You drag me on a road trip to some imaginary place, only to chicken out halfway there!” Troy blew a loud raspberry into the stuffy confines of the vehicle.

“It's not imaginary! Just turn on the damn air!” Jimmy mumbled with an eye roll.

“I can't the A.C. doesn't work! My windows don't work and see my glove compartment with the melted bag of M&M’s!?” Troy spoke sarcastically tilting his head towards the right again.

“I know, it doesn't work…” Jimmy sighed with a growing headache.

“We're one pothole away from walking home, I kid you not!” As if on cue the front of the old car erupted in a sea of thick black smoke.

Both guys screaming aloud in complete shock the Impala swerving side to side across both lanes like a maniac. Troy felt the vehicle spinning around twice before his foot slammed down on the brakes. The car skidding off into the parking lot of an old run down motel, screeching loudly before halting to a complete stop.

“Are we dead!?” Jimmy heaved his chest in place panicked.

“I just crapped out my heart!” Troy felt his own hands sweating uncontrollably. The glove compartment limply falling open as melted chocolate poured out onto the floor board below.

“Hehe, glove compartment is open?” Jimmy flashed an awkward grin towards his friend, who simply stepped out of the car in silence.

Confused Jimmy followed the same action stepping out into the humid air of the setting night. The sky turning a bright orange hue over head, as even a few stars had begun to litter the wide open horizon.

“Dude!?” Jimmy asked hesitantly.

“I'm getting a room for the night. Ordering out if possible and taking a bath.” Troy was defeated for the moment at hand. His car needed work before, but now was more a less busted completely.

“What about the car?” Jimmy scrunched his nose confused.

“Grrr, it doesn't work!” Troy yelled out sarcastically vanishing into the manager's office in a huff.

This night couldn't possibly get worse.

“Six hundred for a tow!?” Troy gave a loud grunt into his cellphone. Sitting on the filthy motel bed in anger as Jimmy was smooshed up on the opposite side awkwardly.

“I'd rather just dump it in a ditch!” Troy clenched his fist into ball.

“Mmm, two hundred for a rental?” Troy continued to feel his chest tighten by the second. Jimmy slowly picking up a slice of pizza, out of a greasy box on the bed.

Cautiously offering it to his friend on the phone in silence.

Troy quick to snatch the slice and flinging it out the open window with a thud. Jimmy just glaring from the attitude, his lips pursing.

“Fine! But if it's not here by eight sharp, I'm kicking some ass!” Troy slammed his phone down on the bed flustered.

“So we're good?” Jimmy raised a brow.

“Oh, we're fine!” The brunette lifted off the bed heading towards the bathroom.

“I'm sorry about…” Jimmy noticed a sudden beam of multicolored laser lights shooting into the sky, across the empty highway.

“An apology doesn't count if you half-ass it.” Troy rolled his eyes slowly pulling off his navy shirt.

Jimmy was quick to dart off the bed himself curiously. Gazing out the old motel window off into the distance to see dozens of people walking towards a large red barn. It was centered in the middle of an eerie open field across the way. Some kind of party seeming to be underway.

“I think there's a festival going on?” Jimmy felt his brows rise.

“Good for them! I'm going to drown myself in the tub…” Troy pushed the bathroom door open with an eye roll.

“You don't want to check it out?” Jimmy almost whispered in reply, his eyes narrowing off towards the darkness.

“Sick! This soap is black!” Troy bent over picking up a hairy piece of soap off the floor, swiftly kicking the bathroom door shut with a click.

Jimmy didn't know why but felt an odd urge to investigate this party. As if something deep inside himself was guiding his path. Taking a deep breath he headed off towards the front door.

He had a promise to keep.

Walking through the overgrown grass of the field cautiously, Jimmy was extra careful about trying not to fall into a ditch or something worse. The sounds of crickets chirping echoed loudly in his ears as he drew closer to the festivities. The sound of a movie was blaring through the star covered night sky and people were laughing together happily.

Jimmy could feel himself suddenly being transported back to his past. The grey haze of time shifting away the barrier of reality. Penelope loved watching movies together on Friday nights with him. They had a soft spot for My Little Pony specials that originally aired on television first. She'd microwave some buttery popcorn for them both and he would choose the flick.

He could remember watching Equestria Girls with her on their old beat up red sofa. Her slender frame snuggled up close under his arm as she cracked jokes through the whole movie giggling.

Slowly walking out of the open field he spotted what this whole party was about. A massive white screen had been set up across the side of the barn, a brand new projector flickering in a rainbow light from the icy darkness. On the screen a cheesy monster movie played for the crowd to enjoy.

Jimmy felt his heart sink inside his chest. This was indeed a wonderful place to be full of celebration and joy. But deep inside he was simply reminded of the past far too much. Besides, he wasn't really the type that enjoyed large crowds or older movies for that matter.

His smile fading into a frown swiftly, Jimmy turned around to head back towards the motel in silence.

“I just don't have it in me…” Jimmy sighed stepping into the overgrown grass and out of view.

“Perhaps a little magic?” A melodically sweet voice full of familiarity wafted across the night breeze.

Jimmy quickly shot his head up in surprise, eyes darting across the empty field for even a glimpse of the voice’s owner. But instead felt his balance give way suddenly, his old shoes shifting in place as he tumbled to the moist soil with a thud.

Looking down in awe he saw his shoes changing shape and color. The old worn leather seeming to become new turning a dainty violet hue. The style losing masculine charm before gaining a feminine touch. A pair of violet dress shoes soon hugging his feet cutely in the dark.

“What!? No!” He gasped in horror watching his dirty socks slithering up his legs reaching just below his knees.

The fabric turning soft as fine silk becoming a snow white color in design, with a violet colored hem. He watched the new stockings tighten on his legs before cute little pom-poms formed at the top dangling in place.

“Not here! Not now!” Jimmy let his pant leg fall as the color of his jeans became inky black.

Unsure what to do he lifted up off the ground in a panic, tiny feminine dots of purple soon designing the front of his jeans. Giving a loud girlish squeal Jimmy accidentally backed out of the field into the open crowd.

His pants by this time having shrunk just above his knees. The fabric fusing into one piece while tightening, pushing his legs together becoming a delicate skirt. Jimmy could feel the glasses on his face shrinking smaller, reshaping into a new design.

“Great, just what I need! My curse following me to the end of the earth!” Jimmy sighed blushing in place lifting his cute purple cat eye glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Dude, I love Basket Case!” A lax looking millennial chuckled aloud sipping on a beer beside an old tractor.

Jimmy could just roll his eyes a bit annoyed. Dainty golden bracelets forming over his wrists as on screen a long snake like alien began to eat the brain of a human. That guy knew nothing of classic sci-fi horror, this movie was obviously Brain Damage not Basket Case!

His shirt shifting to a silk turquoise blouse as the collar frilled outward in a feminine style. Even a stylish new mini jacket began to materialize over the blouse, covered in a few abstract swirl designs. Darkening to a soft warm magenta hue that absolutely dripped with carefree sass.

“How did I even know that!?” Jimmy blushed a bright pink, his voice a soft soprano tone escaping his lips.

“Know what?” The guy turned to Jimmy, hearing the tiny squeal of a girl.

Jimmy could feel his hair tighen in place.

Two movie reel bands tying his new long flowing locks, into two separate bouncy pigtails. His dull hair color shifting to a vibrant streak of teal and turquoise, long sleek bangs showering over his large ocean blue eyes.

“Um, that this is Brain Damage.” He giggled nervously in place the world around him doubling in size, his once tall height dwindled down to barely five even.

Everything felt larger as he looked down to see his feet were far more tiny than before. Legs and arms losing muscle soon smoothing out to something softer yet shapley. The millennial giving a loud snort aloud as if oblivious to the changes before him.

“This isn't Basket Case? But the guy is going insane!?” He rose a brow curiously to the odd young movie buff.

Jimmy could feel the changes speed up within her. The emptiness between her legs symbolizing her journey into womanhood was completed. Her hips shifting outward giving her mini skirt a playful bounce, while her waist became more narrow.

“Basket Case, isn't named after a psychosis silly! It's about a brother hiding his twin away in a wicker prison.” She walked over to the tractor playfully, a pair of breasts instantly blossoming into reality under her blouse.

“Then what the heck is this!?” The guy burst into laughter, watching the cute pale skinned girl stand at his side innocently.

“It's Brain Damage dummy! About an intergalactic eater of brains, bonding with a poor schmuck!” Juniper Montage giggled with a flaunt of her tiny hand.

Her brows thin and arched with a teal hue. Her cute nose small and upturned holding up stylish glasses. Her new friend taken back by her perfectly heart shaped face, large ocean blue eyes and pouty lips.

“Love a girl, who knows her stuff! I'm Richard.” He held out his large hand in friendship.

“Heehee, thank you! I'm Ji... Juniper.” She nearly didn't catch herself taking his hand sweetly, giving a playful shake.

“Like the tree? Ha, you don't dwell on the past hmm!?” Rich joked offering out a fresh bottle of beverage towards her.

She let those words sink in with a sting. Knowing for the last year she had been doing just that, wasting her life away dwelling on the past. Running away at any moment she could in search of a place without worry.

“Mm-hmm, yeah. Look I have to…” Juniper politely refused the drink taking a few steps back.

“Don't say go. A new movie is starting in a few, what if I mistake another plot point?” Rich grinned with a warm smile, hoping to break the ice with this cutie.

“Well, my friend is back at the motel…” Juniper blushed pointing off into the distance awkwardly.

“Awesome, she can join us too!” Rich gave a large stretch pushing off the tractor, ready to escort the young girl back to the motel.

“Riiight!” Juniper felt the color drain from her cheeks.

This was going to be a weird…

The loud scream of a girl suddenly echoed out from across the field. Juniper feeling her eyes widen in total shock, the scream was coming from their motel room!

Weird indeed!

Night One : They Come In Three's

Earlier.

“Room 28, I'll be waiting.” Troy gave a deep sigh in uncertainty. The text on his phone sending off to his friend Tom Haddington.

Placing the cell on the edge of the rusted old tub, the young man felt a slight sting of guilt while soaking in the large collection of bubbles. He didn't even remember packing a bottle of bubble bath? Yet as the sweet bubblegum scent filled the room pleasantly, he wasn't one to argue about it.

Sinking deeper into the bubbles Troy let his mind wander once more. Tom was close enough by, at an out of town basketball game to pick him up. Something about a date going horribly wrong. So Troy took the chance to ask for a ride back home, if Jimmy wanted to run himself in circles with worry, he could do so alone with the rental.

But the more he thought about leaving, it caused him to feel so small. What kind of friend would leave her BFF in such a flustered state? Troy felt her large golden eyes snap open full of regret, long wet hair falling over the sides of her face colored in teal and white.

Thin brows would arch in defeat as a sigh escaped her soft lips. Her long dark lashes batting down in shame, she made a huge mistake tonight by calling Tom. One she knew would soon come back to haunt her. Giving a loud girlish groan, she sunk deep below the warm bubbles of the bath.

Why did everything go wrong tonight!? Lyra grumbled in aggravation her phone completely ruined by water, it had fallen off the side and into a puddle of filthy bathwater on the floor. She couldn't call Tom and Juniper was nowhere in sight! Pursing lips her tiny nose scrunched cutely in anger, she had a feeling where she escaped to.

“Here I am worried sick! I bet she's out partying!” Lyra blew a large raspberry in annoyance towards the motel window.

Everything for some reason felt off tonight. It wasn't the meat lovers pizza on the bed either. They were both vegetarians, so why on earth did they order out something that wouldn't be edible?

Cute tiny rose colored boots clicked across the motel floor frantically. Dainty thin teal colored fingers worriedly intertwining with her golden lyre necklace. The sense of unfamiliarity began to make the young girl uneasy. Swaying hips she walked over to the filthy motel mirror, gazing deep into her reflection confused.

Everything seemed normal. She wore her favorite pink top after her bath, honestly she was thankful to be in fresh clothes after all day in a stuffy car. Golden eyes looking down to her frilly blue skirt, hugging her legs tightly layered in a cute design.

“Why do I feel so…” Lyra suddenly noticed her lucky pink headband on the motel dresser. Giving a deep sigh she figured that was her sense of unease, gently sliding it into her hair.

Giggling she loved the large flower design on the left. Anytime she wore her awesome headband it was a great night full of laughter, trouble and maybe a few cute…

The teal girl felt the innocent haze filling her mind suddenly snap and clear out. Lyra gazing to her reflection in sudden horror. Memories of driving here with Jimmy slamming into her mind like a ton of bricks.

Screaming out in horror she clutched the layered waves of her hair tugging hard. This couldn't be happening! She had somehow turned into a young girl in the bathroom and worse yet didn't even notice!

“What the Ranma hell!” Lyra took a few steps back losing balance in her boots, tumbling down to the floor with a loud thud.

Present.

Juniper and Richard quickly darted up the stairs of the motel. The frightened sounds of a young girl echoing out into the night sky. This couldn't be happening! Juniper was used to herself changing, it happened nearly every other week. But never had it suddenly transformed people around her, why start now?

“Is your friend ok!?” Richard ran over to the door waiting for Juniper, who gave an uneasy giggle.

“Phst, she's fine! Just a bit dramatic!” Juniper forced a smile nervously across her lips, creaking the door open a tiny bit.

“I'm dying! Dying!” Lyra was sprawled on the floor helplessly, yelling out towards the ceiling in utter despair.

“Dying for a good time! Excuse me.” Juniper darted inside, slamming the door shut behind her.

“I'm freaking tiny!” Lyra lifted halfway up screaming in anxiety.

“Will you shhhh!?” Juniper placed hands on her hips angrily.

“Why aren't you freaking out!?” Lyra widened her eyes in horror.

“Because it's totally normal.” Juniper replied rolling her eyes.

“Nothing about this is normal!” Lyra slung up to her feet heaving wildly.

“I'm too short, my hair is too long, and I'm freaking blue!?” Lyra nearly screamed at the top of her lungs. Juniper slapping her friend sternly across the cheek with a pop.

“Thanks, I needed that.” Lyra rubbed her cheek softly, feeling herself calm down from a panic.

“Everything will be fine! This happens to me all the time, it wears off like in a day.” Juniper giggled flipping her pigtail sassily over her shoulder.

“Question. Why are you turning into A MY LITTLE PONY CHARACTER!?” Lyra raised her voice in anger as Juniper firmly pressed her hand over her friend's mouth.

“I don't know! But drawing attention to yourself, just invites trouble!” Juniper pouted in a stern voice.

“Mmm. Fine, but we're not done talking about this!” Lyra pushed the hand off her mouth roughly.

“Just act normal.” Juniper sighed with a headache. The door behind her opening up widely as Richard stepped inside smirking.

“Hello. Everything fine ladies?” Richard spoke with curiosity as Juniper nodded politely.

“Mm-hmm! Thank you for the concern.” Juniper gave her sweetest reply.

“You must be, Lyra?” His gaze shifted to the teal beauty in the room. Her lips formed into an annoyed frown.

“Sup.” Lyra snorted crossing arms over her chest.

“Cool, why are you blue?” Richard chuckled.

“Yes Juniper, why am I blue!?” Lyra popped her lips, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Uhh, body paint? We've been cosplaying.” Juniper shrugged lacklusterly.

Richard smirked with interest as he accepted the answer. Juniper giving a soft sigh of relief that this night didn't get super crazy. Though it was very close, her ocean blue eyes locking on Lyra who was barely holding her anger in.

“That's just awesome! I have a few friends, who'd find that interesting.” Richard chuckled his voice sounding as if he hit the jackpot.

“Hehehe, want to meet his friends Lyra?” Juniper nervously smiled.

“Go to…” Lyra sneered mockingly.

The door of the motel room flinging open as a dead on Rainbow Dash entered the increasingly crowded room. Her dark violet eyes full of confusion and yet a bit of excitement. A cute curled smile of awe locked upon her face.

“The hell is going on?” Rainbow asked Juniper ecstatically.

Lyra groaned aloud at the sight of insanity before her. Even if she didn't know what was going on exactly, she had a good feeling that Tom had just arrived.

This night, was going to be a long one.

Night One : Not Afraid Of Who I Want To Be!

“Need out of here, Jimmy's driving me insane!” Tom read off the text from his phone with a quirked brow, the sound of a crowded basketball stadium blaring in his ears.

“Tom! Are you texting on our date!?” Claire rolled her eyes in absolute anger, crossing slender arms over her chest.

The young brunette woman snorted aloud. Wearing an oversized jersey of the home team with a large blue cap nestled upon her head. Her dark brown eyes narrowed with hateful annoyance, if it wasn't for the fact that he had these tickets as a gift from work, she'd would've near given this loser the time of day.

Tom was the more calm natured type of person. His dark brown eyes were full of uncertainty or perhaps a bit of hidden anxiety. Short red hair was neatly brushed as he wore a blue checkered flannel shirt with some comfortable slacks.

This date had turned into a fiasco from moment one. Claire had spent the whole night belittling or just plain mocking him with insults. The texts from his friend a welcome change from her snide comments.

“Hello!? God, you're a Space Case!?” Claire lifted her hand upward smacking Tom across the back of his head hard.

“Ow! What!?” Tom sighed even unable to find solace in the game, he rarely watched sports and had no idea what was happening.

“I said, get me a drink!” She put on the voice of annoyance her lips pursed into a frown.

With a groan, Tom lifted off his seat. Heading towards the concession stand near the back, pushing his way through the massive crowd with a deflated sway in his step. How did he find himself wrapped in these kinds of messes? Sometimes he just wished for a way to escape into another life, if only for a little while.

“Can you pick me up? If the date isn't going well 😐.” The phone rang out melodically in his hand.

“Sure. This date is a total mess 😒.” Tom replied to his friend with a chuckle.

Only to see an odd sight he couldn't quite believe. A photo of a turquoise colored girl was on his phone instead of Troy's usual snapshot. The name Lyra flashing on the screen beside each text message.

“Why is he using an Equestria Girl's picture?” Tom quipped under his breath confused. Clicking off the text page on his phone.

To his surprise, Tom could see that his wallpaper had changed drastically. Instead of the normal photo of his favorite railway. He saw a group shot of Rainbow Dash, Juniper Montage, and Lyra Heartstrings huddled together cutely, flashing their best duck face impressions.

Before Tom had a chance to process this insanity a clear blue static shock sent a jolt up his hand. Yelping in pain he dropped the cell to the hard floor below with a clunk, accidentally bumping into someone straight ahead.

Quickly following the path of his phone, Tom plummeted towards the floor only to be saved by a large firm hand catching his wrist and pulling him back to a balanced stance. Tom a bit caught off guard by the sudden force of everything, noticed a young man in a home team jersey flashing him a confident smile.

“Ha! Must've been an important text?” The man chuckled heartily as Tom could feel both his cheeks burning a bright red hue.

“You could say that.” Tom shook his head to the side, feeling beyond flustered.

The polite stranger spotted the wallpaper on Tom's phone, giving a slight chuckle aloud.

“Wow, nice group shot!” He gave a warm smile as Tom pursed his lips, quickly shifting the phone back into his pocket.

“Yeah, my friend is off having a bad night… much like myself.” Tom sighed before taking a few steps towards the concession stand.

“Bad night!? At a basketball game!?” The stranger raised his brow curiously.

“Mm-hmm. My date is a total ass! Making me buy a drink right now…” Tom wondered why he was feeling so willing to open up to this complete stranger.

“Really, you shouldn't have to buy anything!? Tell you what, this round is on me!” The stranger gave a wink towards Tom, who felt himself blush again.

“Um, thank you?” Tom gave a soft giggle in reply, brushing long rainbow waves of hair out of his vibrant violet-colored eyes.

“No problem! One sweet drink for a sweet treat.” His new friend confidently spoke in a very charming tone, Tom bit her pouty lower lip with excitement growing in her heart.

Never noticing she had shrunk quite a bit in size. Her clothes beginning to tent on her slender and thin body, shoulders no longer broad but narrowed. Her eyes now a little larger and rounder in shape, nose concave in appearance and far more smaller.

The stranger returned over to her, offering an oversized novelty cup of soda. Tom bursting out into a fit of giggles, reading the name “Mega Gulp” on the side. Her face was more rounded having softened into something sweeter yet with attitude.

“Wow! Didn't expect this behemoth…” Tome spoke in a higher-pitched plucky voice, noticing her tiny thin hands could barely hold this massive drink.

“Well, I figured it'd pay for itself by the end of the night.” The stranger gave a sheepish shrug before blushing a bit.

Tom couldn't help to find him oddly cute. He was confident in some areas yet deep down beneath the swagger she could sense a total dork. Dare she even say, an egghead?

Tom suddenly felt off-balance wobbling in place. Her shirt lifting upward from twin mounds of flesh forming underneath, she winced a tiny bit as her lower back seemed to straighten and she gained a cute S-shaped pose.

Looking down she felt the familiar weight of her breasts bounce gently into place. Her eyes widening in surprise, watching her waist seem to pull inward taking on a lovely hourglass figure. This was actually happening!? She was quickly shifting into a young woman, yet deep inside she wasn't freaked out, a sense of calm washing over her mind.

“I um need to go. Thank you!” Rainbow spoke in a flustered voice an odd pressure building around her hips.

“May I have your name? I'm Winston.” Winston smirked watching the vibrant young woman back up cautiously.

“My friends call me Rainbow.” She felt a sudden pop. Her hips shifting outward to a cute wider position, arching off to the side flirtingly.

“Gotcha, because of the hair!” Winston gave a sly smirk.

“Sure?” She noticed her hair was a multicolored mess.

“I know, this might sound out of line. But you did say your date was being a bit of a dick.” Winston suddenly sounded beyond nervous, Rainbow feeling the odd sensation of fat shifting towards her rear.

“Oh!” She squealed in shock her butt plumping into a round bubble, spreading out a little wider in the process.

“I have pretty sweet seats in one of the booths, care to maybe join me?” Winston took the plunge with his question, Rainbow feeling everything shifting underneath as she soon entered womanhood.

“That sounds actually totally awesome but…” Rainbow giggled in a very flustered tone.

“Why are you wearing my date's clothes bitch!?” Claire pushed her way past a couple, nearly knocking them down.

“Oh boy…” Rainbow felt her eyes widen in horror.

“He did not, just take off to hook up with some trashy weirdo!” Claire confronted the frightened young girl angrily, Winston watching in awe and confusion.

“Would you believe, these are my clothes?” Rainbow spoke sarcastically flashing a mocking grin.

“Sure slut, I also believe I'm going to thrash you! Then that…” Claire clenched her fist taking a sucker punch at Rainbow.

The young girl quickly tilting her head to the side. Dodging the swipe altogether as both girls looked equally as shocked.

“Loser!?” Claire pouted taking another punch from the left this time.

Rainbow swiftly dodged yet again.

“How are you moving so fast!?” Claire punched at Rainbow with three various swipes each coming from a different location, followed by a lunging kick.

“I don't know!?” Rainbow easily screamed in confusion dodging every futile attack from her foe, an odd blur of rainbows glowing around her as she did. Ending the parries by quickly placing the oversized drink in Claire's hands, giving her a slight push on the shoulder.

Claire screamed as she went sliding on her butt through the crowd, who quickly jumped out of the way, the shocked angry girl hitting the bottom of the concession stands with a loud thud. The cup exploding from the force and dousing her in cold sticky soda.

The stadium nearly grew completely silent in absolute shock. Rainbow felt just as stunned, her heart wanting to explode out of her chest. Without a single word, she darted towards the nearest exit. To her horror she exploded off in a gust of rainbows, zooming through the crowd at insane speeds.

Vanishing just as soon, as she had appeared.

“So I did the only thing I could, stopped on the side of the road to get my surroundings. By that time my clothes had finished changing, so I decided to run here.” Rainbow giggled with a more excited than fearful tone, giving a tiny spin in place.

She had on a stylish pair of blue knee-length boots. Her pants had pulled up her legs into adorable black mini shorts, though hidden behind a feminine white and pink striped skirt. Her trademark white tee hugged her slender frame, an image of a rainbow plastered over the front. Last a dark blue mini jacket was placed over it, dripping with sass and style.

“So you got Super Speed!? Awesome!” Juniper squealed in excitement jumping in place.

“I know, I feel like 20% cooler!” Rainbow replied smugly rubbing the back of her head.

“Not too sure, but I think I got Movie Knowledge!” Juniper flaunted her hand cutely to her friend.

“What about you Lyra?” Rainbow smiled to her silent pastel friend in the corner of the tiny claustrophobic motel bathroom.

The discussion about fixing this odd predicament had quickly devolved into girlish laughter and complimenting each other. Lyra rolled her eyes not quite relishing being in a cramped bathroom with these two.

“Ulcers.” Lyra arched her hips to the right, narrowing her eyes in annoyance.

“You're still being snippy?” Juniper gave a slight sigh averting her gaze.

“Yes, very snippy! WE'RE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS!” Lyra lifted her tiny hands up, making strangling motions towards Juniper.

“I personally don't mind.” Rainbow gave a deadpan reply, Lyra let her jaw drop in shock.

“Like I said, girls. This type of thing has a knack for happening to me.” Juniper bit her lower lip in shame.

“You mean like being cursed?” Lyra scrunched her nose cutely, quickly locking eyes with her friend.

“Sorta, but this is the first time it ever affected others!” Juniper swallowed a growing lump in her throat. Lyra quick to press up against her in burning anger.

“Reverse it!” Lyra pushed Juniper hard on both shoulders.

“I…” Juniper whimpered.

“I said REVERSE It!!” Lyra nearly screamed as Rainbow pushed in between both girls.

“I can't!” Juniper fell into a slump of despair, gently hugging Rainbow who happily embraced her.

“Bullshit! You were a guy earlier!!” Lyra felt a hiss escape her lips.

“It just kind of wears off after a while…” Juniper spoke in a muffled tone against her friend's shoulder near tears.

“There you have it! It'll wear off soon!!” Rainbow flashed a stern glare to a sneering Lyra.

“Grrr!” Lyra punched the bathroom curtain in a fiery rage.

“So pouting about it won't solve anything. I say we just enjoy a certain party we got invited to join!” Rainbow calmly spoke in a very soothing manner.

Lyra scoffed walking over to face Rainbow. Both girls locking eyes in a moment of tense silence, Rainbow smirked with a sense of humor and a sarcastic eye roll.

“You don't scare me, Lyra,” Rainbow replied with confidence.

“Yet, Tom.” Lyra huffed unlocking the bathroom door, stepping out into the motel room deflated.

“Awesome, Party time!” Rainbow squeezed Juniper joyously.

Juniper let her gaze fall to Lyra saddened. Watching her friend curl up on the lonesome bed in silence. Rainbow, on the other hand, was full of vibrancy unseen in Juniper's life for a long time. Both girls giggling light-heartedly, ready for a night that would prove to be a memorable one.

“Was it really right to leave, Lyra?” Juniper sighed following Rainbow across the open road cautiously, Richard happily escorting the lovely ladies back to the party.

“Lyra is stubborn as an Apple Horse! I say we just enjoy the night, I mean a hidden barn party...can you say awesome!?” Rainbow wiggled her hips in place playfully, giving Juniper a tiny rump bump.

“Maybe…” Juniper weakly let her lips curl into a feminine smile.

“Sweet! Richard, be a sweetheart and show me the drink selection!” Rainbow skipped ahead with a giggle enjoying the moment.

The night soon sprung into full swing as the group of eager youths entered the field of festivities. Rainbow was quick to start making friends with a huge group of people around the party, joining in on a few drinking games and even hitting up the dance floor.

She had no problem finding partners to dance with as guys were lined up, to enjoy the company of a rainbow-colored beauty. Juniper decided to simply take it slow, enjoying a few more movies with Richard.

Always happy to explain behind the scenes tidbits with her new friend, even finding herself frightened of a few jumpscares. Luckily, Richard proudly let the little movie buff burrow her face in his chest during those parts.

Indeed the party was something special to behold.

Yet off in the corner beside a rusted tractor, a young girl with dirty blonde hair watched the two girls soak up all of her attention. She wore a sassy pink top and an adorable black mini skirt. Her sharp sleek heels dug into the wet soil of the dirt, turquoise hues watching in growing interest.

Where did these uniquely colored girls come from? The woman quirked her eyebrows to Rainbow enjoying a slow dance with a cute guy, quickly walking over as the song trailed off to an end.

“Who are you!?” The woman spoke in a curious tone, yanking Rainbow off the guy with a rough tug.

“Chill out, Lindsay!” The boy was quick to snap in anger, only to receive a quick eye roll.

“I'm Rainbow Dash! Don't you recognize me!?” Rainbow smirked doing a tiny spin and spanking her hip firmly.

“Totally! She's a professional cosplayer!” The guy chuckled in excitement.

“I see, that get up is your best?” Lindsay smugly replied with a flaunt of her thin hand.

Rainbow laughed aloud as she spun around to at least sixteen people, each lined up to have her back. Giving a coy shrug, cutely clapping both her hands together, her eyes locked on this cocky little Queen B.

“Maybe so, but looks like people think my best is hot!” Rainbow leaned forward whispering in confidence, Lindsay gasping aloud from shock at her boldness.

“Fine, then prove you have “It”!” Lindsay huffed lifting her hand high above her head, a loud snap of her fingers commanding attention from the massive crowd.

The bubbly music of the dance floor shifting to something far more techno and pop. The laser lights of the party formed a multicolored arrangement behind her. Lindsay confidently swaying her hips to the beat, rocking her pelvis inward and out as hands femininely traced the curves of her body.

The crowd cheered as the young girl sexily spun around, giving a playful bend of her hips showing off the gyrating motions of her backside. Ending with a lovely display of professional belly dance and one last bump of her hips towards Rainbow.

“Phst, really? A Dance Battle, I didn't know, I got transported back to the late ’90s…” Rainbow giggled loudly, spinning around in a blur of vibrant multicolored waves of energy.

The music around the party shifting to a different pop beat, full of sass and attitude.

🎶 Hello, friends, my name is Rainbow
Don't worry, I'm totally not the girl from that one TV show.
You've read about in fiction or seen in the movies
And with that, there's no reason at all to be suspicious of me… 🎶

Rainbow began to rock her hips back and forth to the beat of the music. Flipping her long rainbow mane over her shoulders, the cyan skinned beauty running her hands down her waist before gyrating her shoulders.

“Mm-hmm! And musicals are any better?” Lindsay scoffed before Rainbow dashed behind her in a shockwave of rainbows, smirking coyly her cheek rested on the girl's shoulder.

🎶 I'm so not a fictional heroine, I have zero disses or slams
No ulterior motive, just want to help people where I can. 🎶

Rainbow darted behind a few party members, quickly refilling their drinks with a smile and playful wink. Sliding across the open field towards a broken strobe light, barely tapping the side as it started glowing to life.

🎶 I wanna shower the world with colorful gifts
'Cause I'm awesome and sweet
So there's no reason at all to want to fight with me… 🎶

Rainbow happily let a powerful glow of light echo off her body. Tiny feet lifted off the ground as beautiful cyan-colored wings spread out from her backside, the crowd cheering into the night as cute pony ears flicked out from the sides of her head.

🎶 Because I'm not afraid of who I want to be!
Expressing our differences, makes me smile happily.
And if you do not believe me
Ask my friend, named after a tree!
She'll tell you that I just love...being me! 🎶

Rainbow flew high above the barn dancing to the beat. Swaying her hips in a feminine motion as she did several backflips in the sky, gaining loud applause.

🎶 Never fraid’, never fraid’, being me, being me… whoo! 🎶 Rainbow twirled around in the sky, spelling out Rainbow in bright glowing colors.

“At least you're not a showoff!?” Lindsay rolled her eyes, barely heard over the cheering crowd.

Rainbow suddenly vanished from atop the barn giggling. Appearing behind Lindsay with a sheepish shrug and a playful pat on her head.

🎶 Who? Me?
I'm not afraid of who I want to be!
I never trick people into trusting me
By hiding my true Personality!
I'll be upfront and sweet, spite is something I'll never seed!
Just ask my friend named after a tree!
I never cheat, I never bribe, I never scheme, 🎶

Rainbow twirled elegantly higher and higher into the night sky, her wings showering the crowd in vibrant waves of light.

🎶 Because that so... wouldn't be me!!! 🎶

Rainbow flapped her wings proudly, sending a Sonic boom of rainbows glowing across the open sky. Flying back down to the ground bowing, quickly rushed by a huge mob of people happily wanting her number, autograph or friend request online.

Lindsay pouted a bit before simply applauding Rainbow, always a fan of someone so theatrical. Juniper giggled as she cheered on her friend's performance from the sidelines. The party alive with the chatter of goodwill and happiness.

Author's Note

Not Afraid Of Who I Want To Be!

Is a Parody Song of

Night Two : #It'sNotOverYet!

Lindsay Verte, of the Verte Fortune.

She was the daughter of a wealthy oil tycoon. With a taste for the theatrical herself, traveling around the U.S. and beyond in search of good times and cheer. Verte loved the hobby of cosplay herself, adoring dressing in various disguises to party with the masses.

Rainbow and Juniper making a lasting impression on the young millionaire. Who swiftly became fast friends with young Juniper, adding her to not only her friend's list but also to all her main media such as Instagram, YouTube and beyond.

The night dwindling away as the crowd began to vanish. Juniper saying goodbye to Verte with a heavy heart, Rainbow snoring loudly passed out on the hood of Lyra's broken down vehicle.

“You two are the best Cosplayers I've ever seen! Such dedication to character and no expense spared with the effects, I must know your secrets the next we meet!” Verte pulled Juniper into a large firm hug.

“Trade secret…” Juniper giggled slyly.

Verte leaned inward planting a kiss on each of Juniper's cheeks. The movie buff smiling waving off her new friend, watching her vanish off back into the field across the street. Juniper left alone in the parking lot of the motel, a sense of happiness creeping into her once numb heart.

“I had fun!” Juniper hopped up on the hood of the car cutely, Rainbow burped loudly into the night sky never waking.

“Noice.” Juniper narrowed her eyes sleepily, respecting the impressive belch.

“Good morning world! Today is going to be another hot one, temperatures expected to reach a new high by nightfall…” A smooth sarcastic radio voice rang through the cramped motel room, Tom and Jimmy both on the same bed snoring aloud nearly cuddled up next to each other as light poured into the room.

“In other news, two ungrateful friends leave to go party in a ditch! Causing a ruckus that surely woke the innocent people across the street trying to get rest, only to return and…KICK ME OFF MY BED!!” Troy snapped in anger sitting up from the floor frazzled, having been pushed off the bed by his two friends.

Jimmy and Tom quickly jumped off the bed in horror from the scream. Each smashing into the floor below with a loud thud. Troy chuckled as he slipped back on to his rightful spot upon the bedsheets smugly.

“Told you, we'd be back to normal!” Jimmy weakly pulled himself into a sitting position.

“Phst, after a horrible night sleeping in as a chick!” Troy grumbled under his breath.

“You didn't have too! You could've come and hung out at the party…” Tom rubbed his temples slowly fighting back a massive headache.

“Party as a cartoon girl, really!? Oh boy, next can we please play Russian Roulette!!?” Troy mockingly clapped his hands together.

“He's still being rude…” Tom blew a raspberry before collapsing back to the floor.

“I just want to go home! Forget this dumb curse ever happened!” Troy swung up from the bed, fully dressed in his outfit from the night before.

“Why are you so distant!?” Jimmy sighed gazing down to his hands in near silence.

“Because Jimmy, I'm the only one…” Troy spoke in a rude spiteful tone.

“Enough! Dang…” Tom snapped as he groaned from the floor.

“Get dressed! I'm outta here!” Troy rolled his eyes, quickly leaving the room the door closing with a loud slam.

Jimmy sat on the floor in deep thought. His mind drifting back to a time full of better memories, to a person he used to call a friend.

“Why is Troy always so…” Jimmy searched his mind for the right words, he didn't want to come off as mean.

The young man perched on a vibrant green patch of grass, Penelope giggling as she had climbed up a nearby tree with barely any effort. Both youths enjoying a sunny day out beside the calm flowing lake, Penelope gently swinging upside down from a branch playfully.

She was wearing a pair of faded green shorts, hiking boots and an absolutely adorable white blouse cut just above her navel. Jimmy always admired her beauty and fashion sense, wondering what it'd be like to be so gifted with flair like her.

“Grumpy!?” Penelope giggled coyly.

“Pretty much.” Jimmy chortled in reply.

“He's just the type to hold onto things…” Penelope gave a playful shrug while swinging in place.

“Is that really so bad though?” Jimmy asked aloud in deep thought.

“Not entirely, but the trick is to also learn to let go.” Penelope did a graceful backflip off the branch, landing elegantly in front of Jimmy smiling.

“Letting go is just so scary.” Jimmy sighed as he felt his chest cramp.

“But what comes after, that's beautiful!” Penelope kneeled down to her friend, leaning in to whisper sweet nothings into his ear.

“At least the car is here.” Troy yawned sitting in the driver's seat of his small silver rental car.

Tom slowly making his way towards the passenger seat of the vehicle, sipping on a tiny styrofoam cup of ancient motel coffee. Troy never speaking a word to his friend, waiting on Jimmy to get in, so they could put this nightmare behind them.

Jimmy soon exiting the motel room in silence. Texting away on the cellphone in his hand. Tossing a few bags into the trunk, he made his way into the back seat with a coy smile. Finishing up a brand new status update before giving full attention to his current company.

“Someone's chipper!” Tom chuckled.

“I want to finish going to Hidden Cove!” Jimmy blurted out in excitement.

“What!? Heck no!” Troy started up the engine as he zoomed off into the opposite direction.

“But…” Jimmy sighed slumping over in his seat.

“This trip has become something monstrous! We're heading home…” Troy let the speed on the car begin to rise higher, exploding down the road in a blur.

“But I need to visit The Cove, it's important!” Jimmy held his ground.

“Do it on your own time!” Troy grumbled a response.

“Can't you just once enjoy the ride!?” Tom butted heads with his friend once more, Troy giving a loud forced laugh.

“Sure, I will! If you can act mature, every once in a while!!” Troy snapped in reply as the outside was nothing but a blur of colors and faint scenery.

“Please, just…” Jimmy felt his phone go off with a text.

Glancing over the text he gave a warm smile. It was from Lindsay, she was throwing a private Pool Party near Brentwood and insisted a certain Magnifique group of Cosplayers would make an appearance.

Jimmy gave a loud squeal of excitement from the backseat. Troy nearly swerving off the road in shock. Jimmy without even thinking texted that she would be there by tonight, sending off the text with a flippant attitude.

“Guess what!? Verte wants us to make an appearance at her Pool Party, #Booked!” Jimmy was smiling confidently as Troy shot him a look of anger.

“We're not Cosplayers!” Troy yelled out in annoyance, yet his voice came out extremely high pitched and dripping with bubbly charm.

The car suddenly spinning out of control across the empty highway. Tom hugging onto Troy who did the same, Jimmy in the back slid side to side wildly. Except he had his eyes locked onto his phone, replying to a text from Lindsay giggling.

Wrecks were so last season anyway.

The car skidded to a complete stop in a large ditch as dust billowed off into the sky slowly. Troy swung his door open before plopping off into the dirt below. Jimmy stepping out of the back with a relaxed stretch, wearing stylishly sleek black heeled boots.

“Like OMG! I have Pinkie's voice!!?” Troy held to his throat in horror, it was happening again.

“Huh, weird? Can somebody say awkward? I won't but…” Jimmy snapped his fingers femininely towards a confused Tom.

“Be a sweetheart and freak out on my behalf.” Jimmy returned her gaze to her phone casually, pants pulling up her legs magically shifting into a sexy pair of blue shorts, complete with a stylistic new belt of the current fashion season.

“What's happening!? You said it was a one time deal, why are we changing again!?” Troy yelled out in a freaked out tone, his voice even scared sounding adorable.

“I never really said that tsk yeaah.” Jimmy gave an eye roll.

Her shirt softening into a lovely silken white off the shoulder blouse, frilled and dripping with sass of a girl on the forefront of fashion. A choker appearing around her neck as a rose-colored diamond blossomed to life in the center, even a headband adorned with an elegant leafy design phased into existence atop her crown.

“I guess something out there, wants us to not miss this party!” Jimmy spoke in a soprano voice full of confidence, of a woman ready for the limelight.

“I'm not really feeling anything?” Tom wobbled out of the car slightly dazed.

Troy pulling his own hair hard, trying to fight off the sense of excitement building inside him. Jimmy giggled as she lifted her delicate thin hand towards Tom.

“So darling is that a yes?” Jimmy felt her legs stretching longer becoming smooth to the touch, soon gaining a shapely figure.

“I wouldn't mind another night of festivities,” Tom smirked with a shrug.

“What about you Troy?” Jimmy watched as her friend paced back and forth frantically, squealing under his breath in cute little whimpers.

Vignette Valencia smirked with glowing ice-blue eyes, which had taken a wider far more feminine shape. Her hips pushed outward into a pleasing arched position while her butt lifted, spreading outward before reshaping into a round bubble.

“I...I…” Troy felt a sense of uncontrollable joy filling his heart.

“Well, Pinkie? Don't you want to party?” Vignette coyly giggled.

Vignette watched her skin shift to a lovely golden hue. Waist narrowing perfectly into an hourglass shape, proudly accepting the twin mounds of flesh building under her blouse. Her face soon that of elegance and refinement, with pouty pink lips, a small upturned nose, and thin arched brows.

“Of course, I WANT TO PARTY!!” Troy suddenly squealed in utter happiness, bouncing around the car in a series of giggles and skips.

“I wish, I brought my Party Cannon! Oh well, I can always just use gunpowder and confetti!!” Troy giggled in a feminine bouncy tone.

Tom shocked when his friend darted over, wrapping him in a tight bubbly hug.

“I'm totally sorry for fighting you! We're Bff's, we should be making memories not destroying them! “ Troy squealed as Tom nervously smiled in return.

“Great, it's settled then! We're going to paint the town red! #TheGirlsAreBackInTown!” Vignette flipped her choppy pink and white locks to the side with attitude.

Swiftly reaching into the backseat to remove a feminine light brown waistcoat, sliding it over her soon narrowed shoulders as the violet tassels daintily danced down around her long slender legs.

Her arms shrinking, and womanhood coming into existence, filled her with a new sense of purpose. One that would guide her into making herself and her friends into a wild sensation, that if she was lucky.

Would take the world by storm.

Author's Note

Hope Jimmy has enjoyed, The First Vignette Valencia TG/TF

I was happy to help!

Night Two : Pie Awry

“Are we there yet!?” Pinkie gave a loud cheerful squeal from the backseat.

Once dull-colored eyes now a vibrant ocean blue hue. Her large sneakers replaced by tiny orange sandals adorned with frilly pink ribbons. She bounced in place on her seat, happily accepting the changes as her skin began to take a soft pastel pink tint.

“No, for the hundredth time!” Tom groaned in a deflated tone of voice soft white freckles peppering both his cheeks cutely.

“I'm just super duper excited! I missed out last night, so I have like tons of memories to make up for!” Pinkie lifted her legs up giggling before kicking Tom's seat repeatedly.

Tom could feel waves of soft silky hair waterfall down past both of his shoulders, bangs cutely dashing over his eyes as he drove down the highway cautiously. Pinkie was starting to wear his nerves down and it wasn't even nightfall yet.

“Want to help out, Vignette?” Tom spoke in a flustered tone.

Vignette nodded silently soaking in a few sly yet humorous tweet's online. Giggling she flaunted a feminine hand over to Tom dismissively, the driver pouting in place from the lack of a reply.

“You're doing great! Keep going…” Vignette simply ignored Tom, letting her eyes fall to yet another tweet.

“I just can't wait for tonight, have you ever felt like popping!? Because I think I might just pop!!” Pinkie poked her head in between the front seats giggling, brunette hair suddenly exploding out in massive waves of bouncy pink curls.

“Oh my!” Tom groaned in utter defeat.

The outskirts of Brentwood was still a pretty fabulous place to be. A miniature city full of places perfect for the nightlife, such as hotels, clubs, and fancy restaurants. Tom pulling into the parking garage of the Hotel Magique.

Pinkie exploded out of the vehicle in uncontrollable excitement. Dressed in a cute pink and white one-piece swimsuit, decorated in flirty frill and of course feminine heart-shaped gold ribbons. A face full of grumpiness and hidden anger replaced by now sweet innocent features.

Large blue eyes, an upturned little nose, and full pouty lips. Pinkie skipped in circles around the beat-up rental, her tiny hands drumming over the surface playfully.

“C’ mon pokies! Let's get this PARTY STARTED!!” Pinkie screamed with a joyous attitude, darting off into the tall fancy Hotel in an electric blur of pink.

“At least somebody is excited?” Vignette spoke with a catty attitude towards Tom.

The young man struggled to lift the many trunks of clothes, there once three duffle bags transformed into. Glaring to the young millennial to offer some kind of help, yet unsurprisingly Vignette simply waltzed off after Pinkie, nose buried in her phone.

“Bunch of children, I swear!” Tom gave a rough tug on a large pink trunk, the handle snapping off before he went flying back to the ground with a thud.

Everything about Pinkie had finished changing. She was completely an over-hyper young woman, in every sense of the word. Proudly flaunting her curves wearing her swimsuit, leaned up against the front counter, talking the ear off the receptionist.

“What's it like to work here!?” Pinkie asked with a bubbly pop of her lips.

“Is this juice free!? Or simply added to your tab!?” Pinkie somehow appeared across the lobby instantly. Holding a plastic cup daintily beside a large Juice Bar, near the corner of the room.

“Has royalty ever played cards here!?” Pinkie popped up behind the desk with the receptionist, the older woman gasping in complete shock.

“No! Yes? Maybe…” The woman gave a confused reply.

Tom barely pulled the luggage into the lobby gasping for air. Dressed in an outfit of a mature young woman, with lovely brown flats adorned with sunflowers. Light green stockings stretching up his legs, complimented with a darker green knee-length skirt, golden trim decorating the hem.

His shirt now a very sophisticated brown mini vest and cotton blouse combo. Pinkie rushed over to his side with an amused smile, flaunting both hands in his direction.

“Did you know that royalty may or may not have stayed here!?” Pinkie whispered behind a lifted hand, her eyes shifting back and forth.

“I think that's everywhere!” Tom rolled his eyes.

Vignette giggled as she swayed wide hips to each side. Walking over with a look of superiority on her face, twirling her phone around her thin fingers slyly. Tom knew deep inside his heart that something was about to go awry, Vignette biting down softly on her lower lip.

“Guess who just made a lunch date with, Verte!” Vignette nearly jumped in place excitedly.

“Is it Tom? Or me!?” Pinkie lifted both hands up squealing.

“What!? No, it's me!” Vignette snapped in an annoyed tone, Pinkie scrunching her nose and stepping away.

“What about us?” Tom narrowed his eyes slightly.

“This place has room service. Besides Verte, needs to chit chat with the star, not her unique friends.” Vignette pointed behind Tom.

Tom turned around to catch Pinkie pressed up against the window of the hotel's dining restaurant. Her dark blue eyes as wide as the moon, watching a massive chocolate fountain being carried over to the open buffet.

“Chocolate fountain!” Pinkie felt drool drip down her chin.

“Ta-ta! Thank you for understanding!” Vignette was already out the door, Tom snapped himself back into reality just to see himself abandoned.

“Grrr, at least she paid for the room.” He scoffed in a sense of betrayal.

Pinkie skipped over to his side, a dark line of chocolate smeared around her lips cutely.

“Om-nom-nom! Vignette said you'd handle the check-in.” Pinkie smacked her lips loudly with a mouth full of bread.

“Of course!” Tom massaged her temples softly, speaking in a mature melodic voice of a young woman.

This night was proving to be nothing but trouble.

Night Two : Perspective

Cheerilee was flustered beyond what words could describe. Running a slender berry pink hand through her long cascading locks of dark and pastel violet, her glowing emerald green eyes inspected the seven hundred dollar room bill in silence.

She had failed to even notice how her body had matured during the elevator ride to their room. Her once masculine toned body replaced by something far more elegant. Her hips were now wide and arched, legs far more shapely and long.

Waist narrowed into an hourglass, as her shoulders had sunken inward to match. Indeed the mark of maturity was placed upon her, following the sweet young bellhop towards the sixth-floor room. A gentle wiggle in her step, Cheerilee wanted a long warm bath after how today has been.

“Thank you, sir,” Cheerilee spoke in a polite tone as they reached the room, the boy chuckled with a smile.

“No trouble at all! Your bags will be up momentarily.” He confidently spoke before bowing out of the conversation.

“Nice to see politeness isn't entirely gone.” Cheerilee arched her hips to the side.

“Tell me about it!” Pinkie blew a large pink bubble of gum, popping it directly in Cheerilee’s ear.

Pursing her lips into a frown the young adult shuffled inside the outrageously priced room. Stopping in front of the bedroom mirror with a deflated sigh, she looked like a frazzled mess tonight.

The woman straightened her poise. Her full breasts and rounded rump protruding a tiny bit, yet even as she wanted the thrill of feeling feminine and sweet. She could only feel a sense of tiredness taking hold, dark dull lines formed under each of her eyes.

“Oi, I look a mess!” Cheerilee stuck her tongue out towards her reflection.

Pinkie was quick to wrap her friend in a tight bubbly embrace, squishing their cheeks together as they both enjoyed the view in the mirror. The young teen giggled and gave a sly wink of optimism, Cheerilee sighing extra loud.

“I don't know, I think we look noice!” Pinkie snorted breaking the embrace before walking into the room’s empty closet.

“Pinkie, that's a…” Cheerilee watched in amazement at the chaos before her.

Pinkie walked out of the closet in less than a second, dressed in a sparkling pink evening dress complete with elegant matching heels.

“But how!?” Cheerilee scrunched her little nose cutely at a loss for words.

“What!? Oh, the whole clothes thing?” Pinkie giggled doing several cute twirls in place, only to trip over the edge of the bed and fall to the floor.

“You think that's cool!? Check this out!” Pinkie reached a hand into her massive curly locks, removing a can of ice-cold diet soda that she promptly popped open.

“Of course, you'd be able to be totally random.” Cheerilee shook her head in place defeated.

Pinkie spitting out a stream of sticky soda across the room, hitting Cheerilee directly on the face as she gave an annoyed grunt of anger.

“Er mer ger!! Do you think this is my special power!? I'm Random, Vignette is a Social Media Sorceress, and you!....YOU!!?” Pinkie popped up next to Cheerilee randomly, slowly curling her fingers towards the worn-out older woman.

“I'm tired and sticky.” Cheerilee pouted.

“Hmmm, not extremely unique. But perhaps could come in handy…” Pinkie rested her delicate fingers upon her chin in deep thought.

“I'm going to take a bath…” Cheerilee gave a deadpan reply, waltzing towards the bathroom femininely.

“Good idea! I'll order us a pizza, no better yet!” Pinkie reached into her hair pulling out several steaming hot pizza boxes from within.

“It worked!” Pinkie squealed a patch of her pink hair on fire.

Cheerilee yawned to herself, ignoring the screaming Pinkie in the room. Closing the bathroom door with a tiny click, she needed to relax or this night might go up in smoke.

Similar to how Pinkie just did.

Cheerilee sprawled out over the Queen sized bed delicately, dressed in a bright pink bathrobe with a towel wrapped over her moist hair. Pinkie sat on the second bed in the room, her hair smoking from the fire yet she still enjoyed a slice of greasy pizza.

“Why do you think this is happening?” Cheerilee flicked through the channels boredly, though her mind was miles away at the moment.

“I dunno, random chance?” Pinkie flaunted her hand sweetly, folding the slice of pizza sideways and taking a large bite.

“No, this happens to Jimmy too frequently, to be random.” Cheerilee narrowed her vibrant green eyes innocently.

“Perhaps it's a cosmic occurrence?” Cheerilee sighed as she unwrapped her hair, bouncy berry locks framing her face.

“Awesome, like destiny!?” Pinkie flashed a large pearly white smile full of adventure.

“Perhaps, or maybe something worse…” Cheerilee whispered under her breath barely audible.

Her eyes drifting outside the hotel window with intense care, never noticing an odd shadow flow past the window casually.

“I think somebody's being grumpy!?” Pinkie happily jumped onto the bed with her friend.

“No, I'm being cautious!” Cheerilee rolled her eyes, she couldn't help that all these changes didn't quite sit well with her.

“Cautious Cathy! I say we…” Pinkie darted her ocean hues to the clock on the wall, it was near nine at night already, Vignette hadn't returned since lunch.

“She dumped us!” Pinkie screamed in Cheerilee's ear loudly.

“Who!?” Cheerilee crashed down to the floor with a loud thud.

“Vignette! She's been gone since lunch, and we've been sitting here like…” Pinkie stomped her feet on the floor adorably, her lips curled into a pout.

“Suckers?” Cheerilee spoke sweetly.

“Mm-hmm! Cherry flavored suckers…” Pinkie narrowed her eyes, both fists curled into tiny balls.

“So do we just pick out a movie? Or…” Cheerilee monotonically spoke, a night inside not sounding absolutely terrible.

“Revenge!” Pinkie screamed in rage, flipping off the bed and dashing out the door.

Cheerilee shook her head in silence, opening the door to see Pinkie collapsed on the floor covered in trunks of clothes

“Ran into our luggage eh?” Cheerilee leaned against the doorway giggling.

“Why wouldn't they just bring it in!?” Pinkie blew a raspberry, Cheerilee's bra wrapped around her hair in a tangled knot.

“I'll get dressed.” Cheerilee pulled the bra free from Pinkie's tangled mess of hair with a snap, the young girl grumbling under her breath below.

Pinkie shuffled around the lobby in utmost curiosity, dressed in an oversized pink trench coat with a flower-adorned Sherlock Holmes cap. In her delicate hand, she grasped a large magnifying glass, searching around the near vicinity for clues.

“If I were a self-absorbed millennial, where would I go!?” Pinkie pouted in place, removing a pink pipe from her pocket and placing it between pursed lips.

“I doubt it would be a hotel lobby.” Cheerilee smugly spoke, watching her friend blow a stream of bubbles out of her pipe.

“Indeed Watson! In fact, I'd wager Dimes to Donuts, she'd be stuffing her face at La Restaurant Magique Magnifique!” Pinkie gave an accusing point of her finger towards the hotel restaurant.

Cheerilee sighed and drug herself to the restaurant window, giving a feminine glance within. Yet instead of Vignette, she could see Pinkie somehow already within. Cheerilee felt her chest tighten, rushing inside to hear Pinkie screaming at the patrons.

“The con is up, Vignette! Show yourself and repent!” Pinkie stomped her feet in front of an old lady enjoying her soup, quickly grasping her tall beehive hair and yanking upward hard.

“Heavens no!” Cheerilee shot both hands over her mouth in horror, watching Pinkie gaze down to the wig in her hands with horror.

“Uh-oh! You're just a very rubbery looking lady…” Pinkie giggled nervously, every eye in the restaurant upon her in shock.

“Admit it, she looks fake!” Pinkie tacked on a weak defense.

“We do not condone attacking fellow guests! “ The receptionist hissed in anger, tossing both pink-tinted ladies out of the hotel by their ears.

Cheerilee winced as the woman twisted her lobe extra hard, Pinkie whimpered in place being led outside into the crisp night air. Both girls soon pushed out the front door, three young bellhops tossing their luggage out into the curb afterward.

“Ahem, I had a half-eaten pizza!” Pinkie crossed her arms over her chest.

A cold greasy pizza slice slapping her in the face seconds later.

“Thank you!” Pinkie peeled it off, nomming it down in a flash.

“Grrr, you just made me waste seven hundred on that room!” Cheerilee stomped both her feet on the damp cement in anger.

“Seven hundred more reasons, we must find Vignette!” Pinkie slung up to her feet proudly.

“I really don't care…” Cheerilee tried to talk a little sense into her friend, only to have Pinkie bolt off into the night.

The older woman pulling her berry-colored hair in growing annoyance, how rude was Pinkie being tonight. She just wanted to take things slow, perhaps take a few moments to weigh their options.

But her friends rather just take off and throw caution to the wind!

Darting off into the inky black alleyway of the hotel, Cheerilee soon came upon Pinkie latched to the towering gate of the hotel pool. The sound of a party taking place resonating into the vast star-filled sky above, the pink girl struggling to get a peek inside.

“I should've known millennials don't eat, they survive off the attention of others!” Pinkie grunted cutely, pulling her body upward barely.

“What!?” Cheerilee scrunched her nose confused.

“Vignette is at the Pool Party doi! I can smell her stench from here!” Pinkie squealed in a flustered voice, legs flailing side to side on the fence walls.

“Pinkie!” Cheerilee felt her eye twitching with annoyance.

“Cheerilee, give me a boost!” Pinkie giggled carelessly to her friend.

“Pinkie!” Cheerilee clutched a fist at her side.

“Once I'm at the top, I'll rush her like a Spider Monkey!” Pinkie spoke her nonsense in complete oblivion to Cheerilee growling.

The older woman grabbing Pinkie by the shoulders and yanking her off the side of the fence. Cheerilee secondly clutched her friend's wrists extra hard, squeezing them with a stern sense of annoyance.

“No, we're going to the car! We're sitting in there until this nightmare of a night is over, I'm tired of seeing you just act like a complete idiot!” Cheerilee snapped to the young girl in a fiery rage, Pinkie felt her bouncy hair suddenly deflate as it cascaded down her backside in a dull pink hue.

“I'm… I'm not an idiot.” Pinkie felt warm tears fall down her cheeks, pulling away from her friend and running off into the night.

Cheerilee left to stand alone in the alleyway, her eyes falling down to her flustered reflection in a muddy puddle of water on the ground. Smoothing out her frazzled bangs in silence, she felt her heart sink deep.

Seeing not only herself but Troy as well.

Pinkie sat on the curb of the hotel in a broken silence. Her hair now flat and smooth, tears staining her dull-colored blue eyes. Cheerilee gently walking over in a sympathetic manner, both hands clapped together in a sense of apology.

“You were just worried about us, huh?” Cheerilee femininely kneeled down, taking a seat beside her saddened friend.

Pinkie sniffled with a shrug, her eyes glancing up to the star-filled sky at a loss for words. The older woman nodding in place, offering her friend a shoulder to cry on. Pinkie resting her cheek on it instantaneously, sobbing softly.

“Just ever since last year, I've been so lost and scared.” Pinkie sighed her gaze falling to her feet.

“I figured if I could just distance myself from everything. If I could just hideaway…” Pinkie squeezed both her eyes shut tightly, fighting back a new stream of sobs.

“That soon everything would be normal?” Cheerilee hugged her friend tightly.

“Mm-hmm!” Pinkie burrowed her face into Cheerilee's shoulder.

“I must admit, we're very far from normal.” Cheerilee giggled.

“But we're in this together! You shouldn't be afraid to open up if you feel worried, or distance yourself from everything.” Cheerilee lifted Pinkie's chin up tenderly.

“Because no matter what, we'll always be there when you need us!” Cheerilee scrunched her nose giggling.

“Heehee, like Vignette?” Pinkie softly wiped the tears from her eyes.

“She's out there somewhere.” Cheerilee rolled her eyes playfully.

Dark emerald hues spotting a cozy little Coffee Cafe down the street, the woman standing to her feet offering the pink girl a helping hand. Pinkie happily taking the extension of friendship, lifting off the wet curb smiling.

“I know it's not a massive party, but how about a cup of coffee?” Cheerilee offered a sweet suggestion.

“Sounds like the most fun I'll ever have!” Pinkie flashed an even brighter smile, pink curls popping out in massive waves.