I don't want to be a filly, but being a colt is simply impossible.

Stupid spoiled filly, born with everything and still unsatisfied.

But what am I supposed to do? I can't just...

Nopony would accept that. Everypony would just think I'm a freak.

Please be warned that this is a pure sadfic and is not meant to be hopeful. This story is meant to highlight the sheer hopelessness that may be experienced by being trapped in the closet in an uncaring environment. As such, this may not be suitable for all readers.

CW: mild self-harm, transphobia, depression

Originally written for the Quills & Sofas 2024 Transgender Contest, 1st place.

Cover art clipped and edited from the show.

Thanks to darkcyan for prereading!