In the Wrong Body: The Tale of a Transcolt

I ate my breakfast and walked out the door, my mind fixed on the picture I saw. I don't know why I felt so appalled to see myself in the pink dress, or why I hated the thought of being a mare. Do other fillies and colts feel like this, or am I just a weird odd-one-out? What if I am one of those ponies who are considered "transgender" or what-not? My mind was racing with all of these questions until I got to my class.

"Mornin', Scootaloo!" Apple Bloom called out at her desk. Sweetie Belle was at her desk as well, and she grinned at me and waved.

"Morning, girls," I said, giving a polite, warm smile. I sat at my desk and quietly awaited for Miss Cheerilee to come in and start class, as I usually do every morning. Although, in my silence and the buzzing background noise of my classmates chattering, my mind began to focus in on the events of this morning again. I stretched my front hooves onto my desk and examined them like I did this morning, and once again, I feel uncomfortable seeing how thin and small they are. I would have started taking a second look at the rest of my body if my thoughts were not interrupted by the start of class.

"Good morning, class!" Miss Cheerilee chimed as she walked into the classroom. She walked over to her desk and grabbed a clipboard and pen. "Before I begin, let me take attendance. I'll start off with the fillies. Sweetie Belle?"

"Here!" Sweetie shouted out.

"Apple Bloom?"

"Here!"

"Silver Spoon?"

"Here!"

This continued on, each girl in class replying when Miss Cheerilee announced her name.

"And last but not least out of our fillies, Scootaloo?"

Last but not least out of our fillies. After hearing my name being paired with the other girls' names in class, I felt this sharp pain shoot in my chest that I could not explain. It felt like the longer I went hearing people refer to me as a girl, the worse it seemed to hurt me. I grumbled out, "Here," before putting my head on my desk, trying to fight back the sting in my chest. This was going to be a long day.

As soon as Miss Cheerilee dismissed us from school that day, I bolted out. Usually after school, I go straight home, or I go to the Cutie Mark Clubhouse, but during the school day, I decided that I needed answers. I didn't know how I would get them, but I knew I needed to get to the bottom of this feeling I had. I trotted throughout Ponyville, trying to find somepony I know who would know even a little bit of what is going on with me.

I felt a blast of wind blow through my short, purple mane as I saw a blurry, blue figure rush above my head. When I looked up, I saw Rainbow Dash in the sky, corkscrewing through clouds and making all sorts of twists and turns right before my eyes. Rainbow Dash isn't girly at all. Does she feel the way I'm feeling? The only way I would find out is by asking. Besides, she did tell me all those months ago that she'd take me under her wing.

"Rainbow Daaash!" I shouted out to the sky, and I watched as the blue pegasus slowed down and descended onto the ground next to me.

"Oh, hey kiddo!" She grinned, catching her breath. "What's up?"

"I- uh..." I stammered, suddenly feeling afraid to ask. Rainbow Dash is so cool - what if she thinks I'm weird? I don't want her to hate me and not want to be like a big sister to me anymore. However, asking is the only way I would be able to figure out why I'm so bothered by being a filly. I took a deep breath, and bravely continued. "Have you ever felt like you should be a colt? Like you weren't really meant to be a mare?"

Rainbow Dash's eyes widened and her smile was wiped off of her face, clearly taken by surprise. "Well, no, I don't think so. Other ponies sometimes say I'm not 'lady-like,'" Rainbow Dash smiled calmly, once again, "but I'm pretty sure they're just too jealous to see I don't have to act like a mare to still be a mare. Why? Did somepony say you should be a colt?"

I looked at the ground sheepishly, "Well, no, but that's how I feel. I don't like how girly my body looks or how my voice sounds or when people call me a girl or 'she' or-." I stopped, feeling my face tense up and eyes sting with tears. I squinted and took a deep breath, choking back the raw emotions that were trying to creep out of me, and I continued. "I just feel like I should be a colt." I looked up and saw Dash staring at me sympathetically.

"Sorry, kid, if I had any advice, I'd give it to you, but I can't say I've felt like that." Rainbow Dash shrugged, and I looked away from her again, feeling ashamed to have admitted that to one of the coolest ponies I know.

"It's okay, Rainbow Dash. I just figured maybe you knew a thing or two that would help me out..."

"Well hey," Dash piped up. "Maybe Twilight could help you. She's smart."

I nodded in agreement. Twilight Sparkle was one of the smartest mares in Ponyville. Although I didn't know her too well, she might be able to help me.

Dash spread her wings. "Anyway, Scoot, I gotta keep practicing my tricks. Just remember that even if you're a filly or a colt or anything like that, you're still one of the most awesome foals I know."

A genuine smile emerged onto my face. "Thank you so much, Rainbow Dash."

"No prob, kiddo. See ya!" Rainbow Dash took off to the sky, leaving nothing but a cloud of dust near me. I turned toward the library and began walking. Twilight is just an acquaintance to me, but maybe she'll be able to solve whatever is going on with me.