This Night Could Be Perfect
Jimmy Hook groaned in utmost defeat atop his messy bed in Manteo, North Carolina. His head throbbing in a massive headache, flashes of tacos and late night binges flooding his mind. This week had been a living hell so far, not due to spontaneously changing sex or having his whole biological framework reworked into an equine.
He had come to terms with such things in his life.
No, he just wasn't used to these late night adventures!
Transform him all they wanted, just do it during the day!
Rolling out of bed with a dull thud he slumped onto the filthy floor, perhaps if he merely slid under the wooden bedframe, fate would cut him a break tonight. His eyes darting out his open window in defeat, watching the large orange sun fading behind the horizon.
Bringing forth the pale blue light of the moon into existence, basking his world into darkness once more while stars slowly filled the black abyss above. His head shifting attention to the messy floor surrounding him, spotting a clearly feminine armband curled up to his left much like a snake about to strike.
“Not tonight!” He resisted the temptation to touch the mysterious object upon his floor, slinging up to his feet in a wobbly stance.
Knowing he should risk running out the front door, yet not one to tempt fate instead made a clear lunge out his open window swiftly. Crashing hard into the bushes below his window, he stood up covered in debris before rushing off into the night for a place to wait out the night.
This night was going to be perfect!...even if it killed him.
Surely there had to be a way to break this cycle he found himself in?
Lungs burning he came to a sudden stop under the warm glow of a nearby street lamp, taking a few minutes to catch his breath before gazing down to the gutter to his right. Much like in his room the arm band had now appeared in this filthy street hole, curled up and ready to strike, while the night was still young.
“Running never solves anything!” Jimmy gave a loud pout as the band lunged forward as if on springs, twirling around his right arm tightly in glowing violet strands of soft material.
“Seriously, can I never have one moment of peace?” Jimmy felt the heels of his shoes lifted him higher upward, shoes stretching longer yet tighter up his legs, resting at his calves.
The color darkening to a daring yet sexy dark magenta hue, delicate straps decorating the footwear stylishly before shrinking into small flirty heeled boots. His stance becoming more confident as he could hear loud pops into the calm night sky, once flat masculine hips pushing outward, gaining a softer curve while widening out into a arched firm shape.
Jimmy glanced down to his dirty pants as they changed color, becoming a outrageously proud feminine purple color. His hair felt suddenly tighter as he winced in pain, large sparkling platinum star shaped hair clips forming on the left side of his head.
A waterfall of hair cascading outward from the center of the clips, flowing down lower and lower before resting near his buttocks. The hair becoming as soft as fine silk, a sharp curved strand of bangs slowly stretching longer down the side of his face to frame it.
He must've looked quite a sight, the left side of his head complete with a ludicrously long pigtail and matching bangs. Yet his right perfectly normal in a ordinary male haircut (well... if you called having long hair normal for a male). A green flash catching his eye as he now sported the same armband on his other arm.
He wobbled in the heels side to side, his hips starting to give a matching sway. Needing to find a place to hide, yet his pants seemed to be shrinking in size. Soon they were unbearably skin tight, squeezing him as if in a vice grip as he groaned in pain.
Legs stretching to a longer more shapely design, his thighs gaining a bit more flesh as they expanded wider. His butt lifting and pushing out wider under the now leather pants, protruding out cutely in a round bubbly shape.
Glittery star designs of the cosmos sprinkled themselves over the front deviously, leather straps zigzagging across his hips in a sexy X shape, forming into a belt to tighten around him even more.
A shimmering star buckle blossoming like a flower from the center to lock the belts in place, the pain of his manhood shrinking causing Jimmy to wince, delicate folds forming underneath as she soon took her steps into womanhood.
“Grrr, why does this always damn hurt!” She snapped in a softer but attitude driven voice of Aria Blaze, a sense of anger and annoyance building deep inside her mind.
Aria stomped her tiny feet on the ground in a growing rage, knowing if anyone were to mess with her tonight, they'd soon regret that decision. Her shoulders drooping elegantly as the muscle from her arms faded away, slender small hands clutching into fists at her side.
Her worn dirty coat shrinking extra petite as it soon morphed into a punk inspired vest, the color switching from dull hues to a brighter more stylish turquoise tint. The vest also had ripped sleeves in it. Her shirt becoming ever softer wrapping around her shrinking torso, shifting into a pastel cream silk shoulderless vest with a dark purple stripe going across the top of it.
Her waist pulling into a perfect hourglass shape many girls would kill for, chest blossoming to life with large full mounds of flesh, forcing her back into a poised arched S shape as breasts bounced playfully into existence.
Aria sighed, walking out of the shadows as two more hair clips formed atop her head as a huge pigtail exploding outward like a firework proudly, the second framing bang forming on her right side cutely.
Hair color switching from brown to a vibrant violet color, turquoise streaks complimenting the style as her hair soon seemed to almost glow like a neon sign. She could feel herself stumbling up against a closed store uptown, dark eyeliner and matching eye shadow forming mischievously around each eye.
Lashes growing thick black yet long, her eyes widening out into large shimmering pools of violet from their normal blue. Her eyebrows also changed color from brown to purple. Her bones popping as the face rounded in shape with arched cheekbones, nose up turning small and cute, and as that happened, her red glasses fell off of her and just shattered to the ground before fading away. Her vision also improved because of her changed eyes. Her skin color then changed as it went from Caucasian skin color to becoming a pale pastel purple. Any trace of masculinity fading away as her lips pouted, full, soft and kissable in an adorable pursed frown of anger. Her transformation was finished.
“This is just great!” She growled under her breath in annoyance.
“Having a bad night too?” Bianca's voice suddenly rang out from the alley on the side of the store, Aria watching the tired young girl come into view holding a cigarette.
“You could say that, everything around me just keeps changing!” Aria felt her arms cross over her chest softly, a gentle sigh escaping her lips.
“Always changing, nothing stays the same.” Bianca gave a shake of her head, still dressed in her work clothes.
Her eyes no longer full of anger but a sense of softness, one she'd never seen before in her whole life. The girl extending a cigarette over her way already lit, Aria reaching out to take it before taking a extra long drag.
“Let me guess, is it a guy problem? I swear, men are the root of most problems!” Bianca blew a loud raspberry into the air gently.
“You could say it is in fact a 'Guy’ problem.” Aria pressed her lips against the lit cigarette, enjoying the bold flavor for just a second, exhaling a stream of smoke high into the dark night sky.
“I knew it! I've been having my own problems lately.” Bianca sighed as Aria returned her cigarette slowly, the girl taking a smaller drag herself.
“Like how?” Aria asked with a genuine sense of worry.
“I know this one guy, he's a total dweeb!” Bianca gave a slight glare as Aria felt her own ears start to burn.
“I act like I hate him, but honestly he was a really sweet guy when I met him.” Bianca lifted her eyes towards the sky softly.
“He racked up debt at my old job, I know people make mistakes and even get pushed to the floor…” Bianca tossed the cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with a tiny foot.
“But he simply let me take the fall, I'd forgive him if only he'd admit he was wrong…” The girl let a huff escape her lips gently.
“To own up to our mistakes, takes true courage…” Aria gave a deep sigh of her own, eyes falling to the ground in regret.
“I totally agree, usually I don't vent like this to strangers. But you sounded down like me, want to go get a coffee and chat?” Bianca gave a large smile as a flash of light struck away from her view.
The girl turning to her side to face a silent empty sidewalk in the dead of night, her eyes glancing to the ground curiously if not a bit saddened. Left behind on the cool cement walkway was a small bundle of money, a hastily scribbled note crumpled up inside.
“I'm sorry.” Bianca read the note to herself in a calming silence, a gentle smile forming across her lips.
Aria stood on the sidewalk during a icy bleak night in deep thought, violet eyes glancing down to her pale pastel purple skin in silence. She knew they had made many mistakes in their lives, one's that have lead them to a life of loneliness on the streets of Canterlot.
Perhaps it was time for a change?
Perhaps admitting to being wrong, would be the start towards a path not full of so much anger.
This night could be perfect…
If she were able to make the first step.
Author's Note
Do I have to say it again? As always, this was before Aria's 2nd Main Outfit appeared in the 2nd 2019 EG Special. I do like the ripped green vest that she wore in her original outfit though. It does give her a punked look. X3
Also this is my 20th story overall on my FIMFiction account! Which means one thing..... CELEBRATION TIME FOR 20 STORIES!! <3 <3 :D :D 
