And Then I was Twilight Sparkle

*Day 2*

I look back at my family, in the clear wall to the airport, and gulp. It isn’t easy, leaving them alone, with me unable to get back. At least I have my little friends, Bun Bun and Veloci… Rather early time to go on an aeroplane, though; although I suppose that going at 2:00 would be the only way to get there during the daytime.

But it’s going to be hard, leaving my parents and my little brother… maybe forever.

I certainly have no idea when I’ll get back. And the stares I’m getting from some people are not all that encouraging.

Gulping, I hold up my hoof, and wave at my family before leaving the building, and preparing to go onto the aircraft. But when I turn to the plane, my mouth falls open in shock. “Wow…”

You know, it’s at times like this when I’m reminded why humans are classified as ‘megafauna’. You know how some people say that planes are small?

Those people are idiots. Planes are ENORMOUS. If you’ve ever seen one up close as a pony, that point would be even more obvious.

As I walked up to the stairs (I had to learn to walk at my home. I don’t really think you guys would appreciate me describing everything in perfect detail, so I skipped it. It took several hours, though), I looked up at the top. It seemed so high, that it would be like a skyscraper. Gulping, I stepped onto the bottom step with one of my hooves. Then, I pulled my hoof off of it forcefully. I don’t think I can go up such a large amount of stairs. I mean,

“Uh, could someone help me?” I ask. “Please?”

A few seconds pass, and nothing happens. I knew no-one would-

Wait, someone’s picking me up. They carry me up the stairs, and I look up at them. Who would be doing that?

It’s a girl with reddish black hair; around seventeen or eighteen, I would wager, and American from her appearance. She’s wearing a black long-sleeved shirt with a picture of Pinkie Pie on it breaking the fourth wall, and short black shorts. I smile at her. “Thanks, miss,” I say.

When I say that, her face lights up, like she was just made a Duke by Benjamin Franklin, or someone told her that she was now a millionaire. She blushes, and looks away.

“No problem,” she says. “Anything for Twilight Sparkle.” She smiles awkwardly. I smile awkwardly in return.

“So. Uh. I’ll just go, I guess…” I say, still smiling awkwardly. That was rather awkward.

I see I’m resulting to redundancies to calm myself down here, I snark mentally.

Then, I take out of my small backpack where my parents stuffed everything in the ticket which they put in there.

Well, not exactly ‘took out’, more like ‘took the bag off of my back, looked through it, shook the bag so it fell out, making sure not to let anything else fall out, and picking it up’.

I check my seat. Oh, seems I’m sitting in row 21, seat A. I trot towards the servicemaid. She stares at me for a second, then shakes her head. “Uh… your ticket please, ma’am…?” she says. I hold it out, and smile.

“Here it is,” I hand it to her to let her see, smiling with my eyes closed, and she inspects it for a second. Handing it back, she simply points towards the front. I turn towards the front and make sure to put my ticket back in my backpack, and then walk forwards, ignoring the multiple stares, freakouts, and squees aimed towards me – trust me, it’s not easy – and stop at the row I’m in. Turning towards the left, I move forward, and say “’Scuse me,” looking at the legs of the person in front of me.

The legs stiffen, and then pull back. “Thanks,” I say, then move towards my seat. Then, I pull myself onto my seat with my legs. Turning around, I sit in what has been coined by Ponyville as the ‘Lyra Position’, th- I MEAN, how a human would normally sit. It’s quite comfortable, actually, as unlikely it seems it would be for a pony. Then, I look at the person sitting next to me-

What. The. BUCK.

The person sitting next to me… is the exact same bucking girl who carried me up the stairs!

Now I can see why they stiffened. What a coincidence!

“A tad of a contrived coincidence, though, if you ask me,” I mutter to myself.

The girl looks at me. “Huh? You- you mean, me sitting next to you?” After that, she lets out a squee.

“Oh, great,” I mutter. I can see that everything is going to be fine on this plane trip…

*A few minutes later*

“…And Boast Busters, oh, just watching you pick up that giant bear was AWESOME!”

Aaaaand, she hasn’t shut up yet. Great. Just great. It’s like what would happen if Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash fused, and met the Wonderbolts… or maybe just Rainbow Dash after meeting them. I mean, I remember the day after she won the Best Young Fliers Competition, and she kept going on about-

Wait a second, that wasn’t on an episode! How do I remember it, then?

Oh yeah, that’s right. I’ve been turned into Twilight Sparkle. Just great. It figures that I get residual memories from outside of the show. Anyway, I sigh.

“You do realise that that wasn’t me, right?” I hear myself say, before I can stop myself. I hurriedly add on to the end “Well, technically it was me, but the fact is, you do know that I’m not actually the real Twilight Sparkle, right?”

She looks at me and shakes her head. “No, you are the real Twilight Sparkle! I can tell. I just, you know, feel it in my soul.”

I groan. Coooornyyyyy. But never mind that. I need to explain to her why I’m not Twilight Sparkle. I breathe in, and begin: “Look, before all this started, I was an ordinary boy. You hear that? I used to be a male boy. But now? Now I don’t know WHAT I am; and that’s not even going into the ‘who’ factor! I mean, this is nearly impossible! On a scale of 0 to 1000, I would say it rates at about zero point zero one plus ten to the power of negative 500! And I’m not even going to mention the changing of chromosomes, most especially the gender chromosomes, and how that should have incurred a negative effect on my body!” I finish my rant, breathing slightly harder than when I began.

Then the girl looks at me, and says “I believe you.” At this, I can feel the slightest glimmer of hope. But then, my hopes are shattered when she says “But I still believe you’re the true Twilight Sparkle.”

Hanging my head down in slight depression, I groan. “Nothing’s going to change your mind, will it?”

“No.”

Thought so.

*A few hours later*

We’ve nearly got to New York, but on the way, I’ve learnt more about the girl, and told her more about myself as well. I told her my name, how old I was (and that certainly surprised her a bit, heh), and what I liked. Then, she told me her name and a bit about her.

Her name was Ruby Rosa, and she was 17. She liked reading, music, video games, and ponies. The last one was honestly quite obvious, though. The entire reason I talked to her, though, was that I had nothing else to do. Honestly, she was interesting, but the things she liked were slightly different than what I liked. But anyway, it’s almost 6:00 in Australia, and we’re nearly there.

Oh, and apparently she was from America, went to Australia for a trip, and is now going back to see Princess Celestia (which I understand, considering I myself need to go see her).

“So, anyway, what was it like, waking up as Twilight Sparkle?” she had asked on the way.

I had responded with “I don’t want to talk about it.” Because, you know, would you want to talk about turning into something of another species and gender? Because I certainly wouldn’t.

But anyway, right now the plane is finishing docking procedures. I s’pose I should go. It’s not going to be easy, though, when people see that I’m a pony. Some humans really want to just… hate us, while others love us.

Wait, why did I refer to humans in my sentence as ‘humans’? Eh, I’m pretty sure that just comes with the territory of being a pony. Personally, I hope when this is all over, I can be myself again, and go home to live with my family.

Part of me, though, has a feeling that that isn’t going to happen.

Anyway, I stand up, and show the woman at the front my ticket. She points to the dock, which is considerably easier to walk up than stairs, and I smile, and walk into it. While halfway, I hear the sound of something hitting the floor of the plane. Running back through the clean white dock, I stop, to see that Ruby has fallen down on the floor and is asleep!

“Horseapples,” I swear, and roll her over onto her back. She looks like she’s breathing, but you can never be too sure. But then, her face morphs… into a snout?

I’m not kidding. Her face. Just morphed. Into a snout. That’s… that’s impossible! It violates the law of conservation of mass! The atoms that she lost must have gone somewhere! And now her hands are changing, and her clothes are melting into her skin, which is being replaced by yellow fur (or rather, grown over by the fur)! As I watch in horror, her hands turn into the familiar keratin hooves which I’ve seen on myself for the last few hours, and finally, a tail sprouts from her behind, with a cutie mark of a saw next to it. Her tail and hair then turn black, and she shrinks down to my size. And it’s over.

It all happened so fast! It was like, one minute she was completely human, then the next, there was no trace of her past self! That’s rather fascinating, actually… humans take approximately one minute to transform into ponies.

I shake my head. Now isn’t the time for scientific examinations; now is the time to help her!

As I think that, her head tosses around a little, and she groans. Her eyes open slightly. “…Twilight Sparkle…?” Then, she blinks, groaning a little more, and tries pulling herself up.

I push her down gently, and she blinks. “Don’t worry, everything’s gonna be okay,” I say, attempting to be soothing.

“What? What’s wrong?! What happened to me?!” She looks down at herself. “Why do I look different? …Dear Celestia, I’m a pony!” She faints.

…Well, horseapples.