Becoming Heartstrings

I guess I never realized how popular Lyra was until I had her body forced upon me. I had more than a few people asking me for pictures and what not while I waited for my father to come back with some food and my drink. I didn’t mind too terribly, I could never be rude to a random stranger for no reason, I’m only rude to people who crease me repeatedly.

After a few minutes of waiting in a line, my father made my way back to his way back to my table and chased away the few kids that had gathered. He handed my drink and sat down on the other side of the table.

“I thought you hated kids.”

Oh yeah, kids. Bane of my existence. Not that I hate them all for no reason, but working in customer service for 10 years will do that too you. All the nagging whining kids who run around and cause a ruckus while their parents turn a blind eye.

“Well I still kinda do, but Lyra loves the little ones. I can’t make her look bad for my own selfish reasons, you know? I still plan on getting my own body back at the end of this somehow, and when I’m back in my old self I can go back to being an anti social guy in a cave. But until then, I will play nice.”

He pulled out a burger out of the wendy’s box and took a quick bite out of it. It was kind of an odd feeling actually. Before this pony business, I would have never given a second thought to it. But now that I’m actually a pony, it's almost cruel to do that in front of them.

“I realize you're in a hurry Zeik, but we should probably find a place to stay for the night. It’s getting pretty late and you know I don’t like to drive late at night.”

“You’re crazy, I love driving at night. The stars are always beautiful to drive under. Plus there are a lot less driver and you fly down the highways!” I loved to speed. Not a safe practice mind you, but it was still fun.

“You are gonna get yourself hurt doing that one of these days. Or a speeding ticket.” He said, pointing his big ole finger at me.

“Well, not right now I’m not. I don’t think I trust Lyra to drive a car, especially since her body is too small.”

I could always use magic to help with that.

No. You’d kill us in five minutes.

You’re no fun.

We ate the rest of the meal in relative quiet. Well, I drank water and he ate a burger, but you know what I mean. Towards the end, my new body made me aware of the fact that I had to use the bathroom. I’m not really proud of what happened next.

“Hey dad I’ll be right back alright? I gotta use the little boys room.” I said quickly, and scooted off my rump. He simply nodded and I was on my way. When I got to the restrooms, I walked straight into the mens room. I didn’t think anything of it at first, until Lyra started yelling at me.

Zeik, what are you doing?!

Using that bathroom? Is that a crime?

No, but you're in the wrong-

Too late.

A tall man turned to me with an angry face. “Hey, what do you think you're doing? This is the mens room.”

“What is it with you people? A guy can’t use the restroom in peace?”

“Listen Sweetie, I don’t know if you noticed this or not, but you're not a male. Or a person for that matter. Now get out!” He grabbed me by the back of my tail and literally tossed me out of the mens room.

I sat there stunned for a few minutes while what just happened sank in. I was not a male anymore, and NOT ONLY THAT, but he had called me sweetie. I realize I’m in Lyra’s body sure, but being called “Sweetie” doesn’t really sit right with me.

I tried to warn you, but you didn’t listen.

You are so not helping.

I stood up and walked into the correct bathroom this time. It was a little odd but I finished my business without incident. I washed my hooves with a little help from Lyra’s magic, and was out the door pretty quick. When I had gotten back to the table, my dad had already cleared out the trash and was waiting.

“You ready to go?” He asked.

“Yeah, lets get out of here before that angry guy from the mens room comes back.” I said to him back, pushing him towards the front door.

“Wait, what guy from the mens room?” He asked back.

“Nothing! Jeep! Now!”

We walked out the front door and into the parking lot.  My father pulled out his keys and opened

the jeep back up. I got myself in this time, without incident. A step in the right direction. Literally.

“Now, I don’t have a lot of money, and as nice as it’d be to stay in a hotel, I think we could just sleep in the jeep. You know, like when we’d go camping all those years ago! It’d be like old times.”

My father could be a little nostalgic when he wanted to be. We used to do a lot of things together, but as I got older, I didn’t really like doing the kind of things he did. I just did them to spend time with him.

“Sure, that’ll work. I already drooled all over the back of the jeep anyway, might as well add too it.”

“You WHAT?!” He spun around to look at me.

“Hey, in my defense, it wasn’t something I did before I merged with Lyra’s body. Blame her!”

That’s a big fat lie and you know it.

Yeah, but he’ll never know that. That’s what you get for dropping a lid on my head.

Touche, Zeik. Next move is mine.

We drove the jeep around to a strip mall and parked around back, just like what we’d do when my father and I traveled around before. I didn’t need a covers or anything, I was a walking floor mat. Literally. My father however, pulled out a few covers out of a bag he packed with him and laid across the front few seats.

“Sleep well Zeik.” He said to me before rolling over.

“You too dad.”

I didn’t dream that night. Lyra did though, and I saw it. It was weird too, she was dancing with a pair of pants on one side of her and a gigantic hand on the other. I’ll never understand her. Ever.

The next morning was.... well hilarious for me, but I think it was my father's worst nightmare. I should have been upset, because it created a serious problem as far as advancing on my quest towards New york. I awoke with my father screaming in my ear. Again.

“ZEIK WAKE UP!”

I just rolled over. “Do you have to yell at me every time you wake me?” I said back, half asleep. When I turned around and looked at him, I saw a light purple pegasus pony with Bluish eyes, and black hair, finished with a rainbow cutie mark.

“Zeik, I’m one of those pony things! Help me!”

I gave him a few looks over while I tried to remember exactly who this pony he had turned into was.

“I don’t know what you want me to do about it. You know if I could fix that I would’ve fixed myself first.”

He was panicking now, obviously not satisfied with my answer, or lack of an answer. I can’t say I blame him for panicking. I rolled around on the floor like Homer Simpson in that one episode when it happened to me.

He’s Spectrum.

Who?

Spectrum. Spectrum is a gay pegasus. That’s all I know about him.

Then I lost it. I laughed harder than I had in an extremely long time. Here’s my father, who’s yelling and screaming about becoming a pony in the front seat. Then you’ve got me, rolling around in the back seat, laughing my plot off. You’re probably confused, so I’ll explain. My father doesn’t like gays much. He would always take every chance he got to make fun of them.

Apparently the galaxy had a sense of humor.

You know what they say. Karma’s a bitch.

A/N: I thank Derpy for the idea.