The sun shined brightly down on the town of Ponyville as another new day began.
Ponies were already making their way through the streets, hurrying to where they needed to be.
Inside one home, not unlike the others in town, was the home of Rumble the pegasus, still snoozing soundly in his bed.
This didn’t last long however, as soon the alarm clock beside his bed awoke him from his dreams.
Rumble reached his hoof over to his bedside table and turned the alarm off, yawning before getting out of bed and onto the floor.
He began to go through his usual routine of brushing his teeth and brushing his coat and mane before coming back in his bedroom.
He thought he might wear a shirt and some shorts today to change things up.
He hadn’t worn anything for quite a while. It’d be nice to throw on a little something.
Rumble found himself at the odd stage that many a pony found themselves going through at his age.
A grown stallion in age, but still regarded as a colt, mainly because he did not have his cutie mark yet.
He knew he was a bit of a late bloomer, but he knew he’d get it eventually.
His friends the Cutie Mark Crusaders made that more than clear to him.
As Rumble dug through his dresser drawers for something to wear, something odd near the bottom caught his eye.
Using his teeth, he grabbed the items and placed them on his bed.
Upon further examination, the items were a red bow barrette, a ruffled red skirt, and a pair of pastel red panties with frill trim.
Rumble stared at the items with a puzzled expression on his face.
Why were they in his dresser?
They were far too small to be his Moms, and he hadn’t lived with his parents for about two years now, having moved to Ponyville with his brother Thunderlane when he moved to Ponyville.
His first instinct was too toss them in his waste basket or perhaps ask his brother Thunderlane about them when he returned home for the day, but his sense of curiosity stopped him.
His felt the panties in his hooves. They were soft, and felt nice as they slipped smoothly between the palms of his hooves.
His mind began to wonder how it would look around the waist of a beautiful mare, how it would hug her hips tightly.
He pictured in his mind an anonymous mare posing in them, lifting her tail so that he could get a good look.
He pictured himself taking them off of her, slowly pulling them down her thighs to reveal her bulbous posterior beneath it.
His mind then shifted to a thought as odd as the discovery of the items to begin with.
How would they look on him?
Rumble found himself pausing for a moment at that thought.
Why would he want to try them on? He didn’t like mare cloths.
He was a stallion! He’d look silly wearing such an outfit.
Still the thought nagged at him, his mind not seeming to be able to let it go.
Maybe just a second wouldn’t hurt?
He took a second to make sure his door was locked and his curtains were drawn before trying on the outfit.
He took the panties in his hooves once more and gently slide them up his hind legs until they reached his waist, threading his tail through the hole.
He then picked up the skirt and slide that up and over top his panties, making sure they sat securely above his waist.
He then walked over to his mirror and clipped the barrette in place in his mane before stepping back and taking a look at himself.
Staring back at him stood a pony he almost didn’t recognize.
The barrette and skirt really did wonders in making him look like a teenage filly.
He then turned around, pointing his butt to the mirror and looking between his legs to see how his skirt and panties looked from behind.
His rear, although a fair bit flatter due to him being male, still looked rather nice in the clothes.
He found himself mimicking posses in the mirror, pouting his lips, blowing kisses, and a few others, giggling a little at how silly he looked.
It wasn’t until he turned around again to shake his butt in the mirror that he noticed the clock on his bedside table.
He now only had ten minutes until class started!
How could he have allowed himself to become so distracted!
He had to get going now!
He reached for the barrette and tried to unclasp it from his mane, but found himself unable to do so, his hooves not having the muscle memory of how to seamlessly remove it and his panicking mind making it hard for him to concentrate.
He then tried to remove the skirt and undies, but found them getting tangled together around his tail, the garments only coming down an inch or two before getting stuck again.
Rumble couldn’t believe it. He was stuck in mare cloths!
He couldn’t let anypony see him like this! He tried desperately to think of something quick!
As his eyes darted around the room his eyes fell once again on his reflection in the mirror.
He still could barely recognize his reflection as his own.
If he could barely recognize himself, would anypony else be able to?
Realizing he didn’t have many other options, he quickly grabbed his saddle bag and began to run for the door.
With any luck he’d run so fast to school that nopony would even get a good look at him.
He scurried down the stairs and out the door, heading for the Ponyville Schoolhouse just outside town.
He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, taking care to try and use side streets to decrease his chances of being seen.
It seemed to be working too, as nopony seemed to pay him a second thought as he hurried along.
Soon he found himself running into the gates of the school yard, the final bell ringing as he tried his best to blend in with the crowd of school ponies filing in.
He quickly made his way to the back of the class, keeping his head down and hoping his teacher didn’t call on him.
He tried his best to stay calm, taking notes like he usually did.
He was lucky that no pony usually sat in the back, most ponies finding the lessons so engaging that they liked sitting up close.
Perhaps that was why the teacher thankfully didn’t even notice him throughout the day.
After what felt like a grueling eternity, the final bell of the day rang and ponies filed out of the schoolhouse and on to their afternoon activities.
Leaving school turned out to be a lot harder then arriving however.
Ponies were spending time out front with their friends as usual after school, and Rumble knew there was no way they wouldn’t notice him if he walked out the mane entrance.
There was only one other way out, but he knew he wouldn’t like it.
He carefully made his way to the classroom at the back right of the school, making sure nopony saw him as he ducked inside.
Luckily there was nopony there as he made his way to the window and opened it, throwing his saddle bag out before crawling through himself and right into a bush.
Branches got caught in his mane and tail and he squirmed through the foliage and out to the opposite side of the school, where luckily, there was nopony in sight.
He quickly made his way to the road back to town.
Hopefully he could soon get himself out of these cloths and get himself groomed.
He felt like an absolute mess.
For a brief moment he actually was worried he might have torn his skirt or panties but quickly pushed that thought aside.
Why would he care about that? It wasn’t like he liked wearing them!
The streets of Ponyville were now noticeably busier, with crowds of ponies lining the streets doing their shopping and getting a bite to eat.
Rumble found himself unable to run anywhere in the crowds, not being able to go a few steps before bumping into somepony.
He instead decided to keep his head down in an effort to make sure nopony recognized him.
It seemed to be working, until he found himself bumping into a pony head on.
“Oh no! What happened sweetie? You look like an absolute mess! Come with me and I’ll get you fixed up.” Said the mare.
Before Rumble could say a word he found himself being ushered inside a store by the mare and into a chair.
A quick look around told him where he was. He was in a cosmetics store!
All different kinds of make-up were arranged throughout the store, with a few mares browsing through the selections and a few sales ponies giving samples to other mares.
Rumble soon found the mare fondling over him, picking the twigs out of his mane and tail and beginning to apply makeup to him.
“First some blush to match your outfit, then some falsies. Nothing too thick, just the right amount for a day out. Some red lipstick, and a bit of red hoof polish and done! Pretty as a Princess.” Said the mare turning Rumble back toward the mirror.
Rumble gasped.
If he didn’t look like a mare before he certainly looked like one now, the makeup covering up pretty much all signs the he was a colt underneath.
Before he could take it all in though he found himself being shooed out of the seat and toward the door.
“Happy to help you dear. Make sure to tell your Mommy and friends about us. Ta ta!” Said the mare.
Rumble found himself back out on the street, still a little surprised at what had happened.
When he saw his reflection in the mirror he felt something.
Almost like he enjoyed looking this way.
He felt pretty. Cute even.
Maybe he should go back in to browse…
He shook his head, trying to get his mind on track.
He was a stallion! He liked boy things!
He turned and began making his way down the street again, determined to get home.
He would just have to wash this make up off when he got there.
He once again began making his way down the street, this time paying a bit more attention where he was headed.
As he made his way, he found it hard to focus.
That mare called him pretty.
She thought he was pretty.
Was that what everypony else thought of him as he walked by?
His eyes began to dart to the ponies he was passing.
It seemed everypony was giving him a smile, their faces lighting up at seeing him go by.
A few even winked at him.
As ashamed as he was to admit it, the attention excited him slightly.
He liked seeing ponies pay attention to him.
He found himself smiling back at them, and even blowing kisses to a few ponies.
It was then that subtle changes began to take place throughout Rumble’s body.
His barrel, which he had taken such pride in seeing muscle begin to bulge through days earlier, became slender, his legs following along with it.
His mane and tail flowed outward, becoming long and regal.
His butt began to grow in size, going from nothing to a sweet bubble butt that became less and less contained as it expanded, his panties ridding up his crack until it stopped just below the waistline, the panties now looking more like a thong on his wide load of a rear that jiggled with every step he took.
The last remaining signs of his masculinity faded as well, his adams apple receding into his neck and making his voice sound sweet and feminine.
His stallion hood, a proud example of his family’s blood line, began shrink, growing from a respectable size to barely the size of a colt half his age. His balls fared no better, shrinking until they too were mere shadows of their former selves.
Rumble’s demeanor changed too.
What was once a cowering pony mere moments ago was now a bubbly and happy one, a spring in his step as he made his way down the road, swaying his hips side to side as he walked to give everypony a show that gazed at his glorious plot.
New thoughts began to enter his mind.
Thoughts that looking like a mare was ok. Thoughts that it was a crime to deprive everypony of how good he looked. Thoughts that he had never looked better than he had before in his gorgeous outfit.
Rumble soon found himself at the door to his home, walking inside and strutting up the stairs to his room.
Upon walking inside the room looked a lot different from the one he’d left that morning.
Much of the neutral colors that made up the room before were now gone.
His bed sheets were pink, with a few stuffed animals from past flings arranged on it.
A vanity was now against one wall with loads of makeup littering the tabletop.
A purple rug lay on the floor, and the once bare white walls were a bright pink and covered with posters of scantily clad ripped stallions.
Rumble tossed his saddle bags on the floor.
As far as he remembered, he had always been then way, a feminine and flamboyant young stallion that loved to dress and feel like a pretty mare.
He had been with almost every stallion in school, his plot far exceeding the size and girth of any of his mare classmates.
He knew they were jealous of him, but he just couldn’t deprive them all of his bountiful tush, reaching back and giving it a hard smack with his hoof that made him shiver with pleasure, making his little guy tent his panties slightly.
Rumble knew how to solve that problem though.
He reached down and whisked his skirt and panties off in one fell swoop, having done it countless times by this point.
He then made his way over to his bedside table and opened a drawer, withdrawing a massive dildo and lube from within.
He took the dildo and began to lather it with a generous amount of lube before positioning himself above the phallus and lowering his bedonkadonk down onto it.
Feminine moans escaped the femboi’s muzzle as he put more and more of his weight on the artificial stallion cock until he came to the base of it, reviling in the pleasure and thought of what a talented fuck he was.
He then began to thrust his hips up and down on it, pretending it was one of the sexy studs that adorned his wall.
He thought of how tightly he would be held in the stallion’s arms, how hard the stallion would breed him, and loads more lewd acts that flashed rapidly in his mind until he could take no more and came, his little guy cumming onto his tummy and the rug as he rode out his orgasm and passed out on the floor, his dildo still half in his butt.
As Rumble snoozed on the floor, the sound of a creature entering his home emitted from down stairs.
A few moments later a zebra stood in the doorway, looking at the scene with a warm smile.
She walked over to where Rumble laid and took a vial from her saddle bag, gathering his cum in a vial and sealing it with a cork.
She then bent down and took the barrette out of his mane and took his panties and skirt from the floor and placed them in her saddlebag.
“At last the seed from a stallion whose only care, was to be breed like a horny mare.” She chuckled as she made her way down the stairs toward the door.
She had needed such an ingredient for an important brew, and found nopony quite right to produce it for her.
Luckily a few enchanted items were all it took to make a perfect candidate.
Rumble would be back to his old self come morning along with his bedroom, the memories of today would seem like a distant dream to him.
As she was about to leave, she noticed a picture of Rumble with his Brother Thunderlane on the wall.
She smiled and continued her journey back outside.
She might find herself back here sooner then she thought.
