//------------------------------// // Hell's hospital part II // Story: Pony bound // by Shortcourt //------------------------------// “There are no pets allowed.” Wait? Did she call me a pet? My mouth gaped open for a second, but then promptly shut. Dang, I think I bit my tongue! Ignoring the pain in my mouth, my face went from shocked to cocked. I gave the lady a ghastly look while growling violently. However, instead of sounding intimidating like it was intended to, my growl sounded more like a dog screeching. Growling is quite difficult with this new form. "What did you say?” I continued to glare at the lady, teeth clenched and body primed for fighting, anticipating her response to see if I she has the gall to repeat what she said. If someone repeats something that someone is obviously resentful of, it shows they don’t give a damn, meaning I shouldn't give a damn about their health! Honestly, a pet? That statement wasn't only stupid, but, actually, it was very stupid. Why would anyone adopt an animated pony? Well, excluding a little girl, and in some cases: a little boy. Matter of fact, exclude those two and especially the whole brony fanbase! I can’t imagine being a brony’s pet. I'm not ready for too much charisma. Still, it would be impossible to adopt a pony. Last time I checked, these ponies were initially humans. None of them are going to allow anybody to degrade them like that. Another thing that ticked me about the statement is: I’m not wearing a leash. Correct, I’m unsupervised, meaning  I’m obviously a pet. No one is with me, I just walk in and greet you. I have no collar, no anything that represents someone owns me. I’m definitely a pet.  Bitch please, you must be a wine bibber to call me a pet or just plain dumb. You know what else irks me? I’m being referred to as an animal. the most insidious term to degrade a human being.  I wish I was a unicorn  so I can zip this woman’s lips up for good! Since she doesn't have anything nice to say, why should she have the privilege to talk? But, being a unicorn has it’s traverse. I’m sure my friends will make alot of "horny" jokes. But, it’s better than being a goddamn mud pony! Wow, I just insulted myself. You sure do find alot of stuff to bitch about. And you sure do find alot of pill bottles to pop. That was mean... I was just reminding you that you technically are an animal. Once again, my brain brusquely reminded me of my proviso at my expense. I’m sure he did that to pleasure his haughty  needs instead of reminding me of my position, which is pretty tough at the moment. Funny, it seems my best friends can be my worst enemies, being callous and blunt with everything. Especially Dad, he’s been pretty caustic even though I made it apparent that I’m peeved. It’s funny how people don’t know when to stop pushing your buttons. You know what else sucks? The fact that I’m inept at defending myself: meaning that I can’t do jack cack about anything someone says to me. Well, I did make Dante cry like a pre-adolescent female earlier, but that was due to Katie’s actions, which gave me the opening. If she wasn’t in the room, I could’ve been mauled! I shook my head, trying to secede from my mournful monologue. I have been thinking alot more lately, must be the.. I don’t know. What I see however, shocks me to some extent. Despite my truculent stance, the woman’s expression stayed staid and emotionless. Once again, her stoical demeanor comes in to play. Well, maybe it's not her; I wouldn't let my heart skip a beat if a little pony gave me a “mean face”. No, not being affected by that doesn't make you intrepid or emotionless, common sense tells you to prime yourself, despite the size. I learned the hard way after that encounter with that raccoon. She blinked slowly. “No pets allowed in hospital. I’m sorry miss, but you need to leave.” A psychotic smile spread across my face. My vision turned red and I felt steam boil from my nose. The combination of being called an animal and a ‘miss’ is enough to make me flip. To make it worse, those lines were delivered by no other than that heartless devil whose eyes are covered by human skin! Screw the consequences! I’m going in and no one will hold me back! If she has the right to be a jerk, then I have the right to be an indelicate animal’. What did I say earlier? You’re not male anymore so you should- Bla blah. I did hear you, but did you hear me? Once you go through what I’m going through, hit me up. It might look easy to you since you probably are female, but I can’t imagine you acting calm adjusting to being male. Well, um, you should be happy being a mare! You’re in the better gender after- Oh, you’re a feminist I see? Well, you lost all credibility. Class dismissed! Hahahahaha! You too, bitch!  You were being an insensitive asswipe earlier, and you made me really angry. You couldn't be sympathetic if your mom was raped! Speaking of rape, I have to worry about that when I get in heat! Not so easy now, huh? Ass. Gee Shawn, you love getting people told don’t you? I bet you’re wet right now. Not as much as I hate people giving me a reason to tell them off. If you’re implying that I’m a sadist, you need to go in the corner and think about your life. "Excuse me, ma'am,” I heard my Dad’s voice call out, snapping me out of my internal conflict.  Was he here the whole time? If he wasn't, he couldn't choose a better time to restrain me. I was about to smack a bitch! Or whatever is the equine equivalent of a bitch slap. He cleared his throat deliberately. “We’re here for the needle.” Ah, the needle. I still don’t know why Dad is risking so much money on that, especially if it’s probably been done already. She blinked. “This is a hospital, sir. You are going to have to take her to a hospital where they take care of animals.” I growled, feeling my face turn red. My forehooves tightened as I felt my body perspire. . I never seen such a jerkass person work in a hospital! She is repeating herself and adding “female descriptions” to her sentence! Being a human most of my life, it’s so degrading being referred to as an “animal”. To be more specific, a “pet”, which implies ownership. "But we just came for the needle. Surely you can make exceptions. I have the money  and...-” "No exceptions.” she injected. No exceptions? No exceptions!? I don’t even say a sign on the wall that says: ‘No Pets’. This is fucking fabricated! Dad sighed in defeat. “I see c’mon Shawn-” "WAIT!” I heard a dweeby voice shout. The source of the voice came from the background of the stoic lady’s desk. On spot, a  doctor appeared. This doctor was male, but rocked glasses too. However, these glasses were more techno and... nerdy. The had green swirls on both lenses so I couldn't see his eye color.  Plus, unlike the female counterpart, he was thin and.. wimpy. His jacket was opened but his pants were all the way up to his chest. His shoes... oh my mistake:  he didn't wear any shoes but rabbit shaped socks instead. Finally, his hair was spiky brown, but he wore a green headband. Plus, the lower half of his head was bald and rife with earrings. Damn. My first impression of him was ... idiosyncratic. Wait, do I even have the authority to call anyone idiosyncratic since I am a talking pony? Well, I’m extrinsic, not weird. Actually, I am weird, but my personality doesn't have any odd quirks. You know what? Screw it, he is idiosyncratic. I have the right just like a dumb person has the right to call an autistic person autistic.\ because they have no correlation.  Well, atleast he has a personality unlike that insular  neck beard in front of the counter. Despite his quirks, he discarded some of the umbrage I had a few seconds ago and converted it to a modicum of amusement. Still, I’m still too peeved up to show any signs of joy physically. "Wait... you must.. get.. examined..” the man said between his attempts of catching breath. Looks like I was right about him being a wimp, unless he was running down a long corridor. But, why is he suggesting I should be examined? Didn't robot  lady already establish that animals aren't allowed? It pains me to call myself an animal, but I’m gonna roll with it.   It’s confusing. Doesn’t everybody in the staff follow the same guidelines? Okay, there are two possibilities I can concur about this predicament. Either the hag doesn’t give enough craps to follow the guidelines or Mandark over here is a rebel. I have enough evidence to validate both claims, but considering psycho doctor made it his obligation to make sure we don’t leave, it would be the most logical choice. Another thing I’m skeptical about is when he is said I need to be examined out of the blue. It’s like he was planning for a pony to be seen the whole day, but why didn’t he examine the other mare who was visible a few seconds ago? Before I could come forward with inquiries, my dad beats me to it. “Um, she said we have to go to a vet.” he muttered while pointing at the lady. To no surprise, she didn’t move a face bone. I don’t know if she trained herself to act like this or what... He chuckled. “I’m a professional veterinarian! Look at my card!” he said in a goofy tone. This guy is a vet? A professional one? Maybe if vet was a synonym for "clown" I would have less trouble agreeing. The potential vet’s hand reached into his breast shit pocket where he pulled out a card. I’m guessing that’s his i.d. but I can’t exactly see, with me being on the floor and him waving it above my  head and stuff. Another reason I hate my infinitesimal pony body. Either way, I don’t trust this guy or this hospital anymore. Where are the regular members of the staff? Is Saturday the day where they bring out the crazies? It’s stupid in my opinion, since Saturday is usually the biggest business day. No wonder me and Dad are the only visitors in here. "Owen Charles?" my dad questioned. He nodded. "You can call me Oc for short." "No thanks.” my dad says while waving two wands defensively. “We just came for the shot.” He snorted. “We have the shot, but you must get checked up in order to begin the process.” My dad dropped his head me  for a second, glancing at me with puzzlement in his eyes. He must wanted to look at my face to see if I approve of Goofy to give me the shot. I would shout “Hell no!” but that is very impertinent. Plus, I don’t act like that. Either way, I don’t feel comfortable with this man. The  worst case scenario is that he might stick the needle somewhere else.  His vision is probably affected with those glasses. I’m still wondering how he is seeing  so translucent with those covered glasses. It’s unreal. When did this hospital become so cartoony? First we have a woman who is incapable of performing motions unless a question is appointed to her and now we have a weird doctor who can see through lidded glasses?  No just no. Plus,  I didn’t even hear the woman complain to the Doctor when he popped out of nowhere exclaiming I need to be checked up. I shivered and shook my head rapidly, growing fearful of this hospital. Dad stared at me, clearly lost in thoughts about what’s my problem. Twitch. He doesn’t know why I’m acting like this?  That’s bogus! I mouthed “no” with an angry expression.  I’m sure he can take a hint now. However, instead of doing what I acquiescing to my demands like I anticipated him to do, he frowned. Well guys, what do you think he is going to do? Are you serious? I know he is gonna say yes! Same. You're dad is a meat head. That's my Dad you're talking about. Watch your mouth. "Where is the paperwork at?” Dad requested. "Dad!” I cried out. "Wonderful!” the man exclaimed. “Gabby, give these two nice folks the paperwork!” I rolled my eyes. Hoping this could’ve been over. I just want to go home and do whatever normal ponies do. He ran back to... where ever he came from.  He probably took too much crack. Poor guy. The clerk bitch, yes, that’s what I’m calling her,  took some paper from the right side of her desk and handed it to Dad. She blinked. “Sign here and wait in the waiting room to be called.” "Thank you. C’mon Shawn.” he said while walking off with paperwork in his hand. I slowly followed suite, but turned around for a second, fixing my eyes on clerk bitch. To no surprise, she pulled her head down. Good. I stuck my tongue out and blew a raspberry.  I then walked away and mumbled a word distinct enough to be heard. I rather not repeat that word. "Um, where is the waiting room?” my Dad asked The clerk bitch pointed to a door on the left side of my dad’s position. "Thanks.” "Cunt." I repeated. ................................................................................................................................... Me and Dad relocated to the waiting room, which is slightly crowded. I must say I’m not contented being here, considering I got a lot of eyes when me and Dad first entered. I was sitting pony-style, finding it more comfortable than my innate sitting position. It took me like ten different positions to get to this one; too bad that captivated alot of attention. I don’t know if it’s negative or positive. Looking at a pony struggle to sit is pretty cute though. Damn, I wonder how I looked doing that. I jerked my head left and right, only to see more sets of anxious eyes.  I twitched and lowered my head to ground level.  This could have been prevented if Dad just didn’t take me here. He’s doing it for you and your mom. C’mon, you gotten eyes before. Yes, but if this is gonna be apart of my life’s routine, I’d rather be blind. Never did people stare at me continuously. Blame the weird guy. Something just seems wrong here. This guy came out of nowhere, calling me in to be examined. That guy eccentricity level was too high for any human being. Okay, maybe not for a human, but for someone in a professional job? Hell, he seems like a cool person, but him examine me? When you put two and two together, it equals Illuminati. Are you dumb? There is no such thing as Illuminati! Then who killed Tupac? A hater. Seriously, lets not be dumb, there is no such thing as Iluminati. Then how did you become a pony? Uh, it’s probably time for humans to evolve I guess. Really? Our theory makes more sense than yours. Evolution is confirmed, but the Illuminati is just a rumor. Never said it wasn’t, dummy. But why would a human evolve into a pony from a fictional land? She gots you good, bro. Um. No one knows I guess. You got to be more open minded abou- Rumors that were not proven by evidence? Shit that people exaggerate? Ever heard of the word ‘coincidence”? Besides,  don’t think a group of people would know how to transform people into ponies.  My theory may not make sense, but yours ain’t brighter than mine, brain. I felt a shoulder bump against my fetlocks, snapping me out of my absent state. I raised my head groggily and shifted it left,  only  to be welcomed to my Dad staring at me. Oh great, first strangers stare at me, now my own flesh and blood is staring at me. I don’t get why people stare.  I never stare; unless someone is talking to me. But that doesn't count as staring, huh? Plus, he could’ve just said what was on his mind since he saw my attention. I raised one of my eye brows in bemusement. “What?” “What do you want me to put for your gender? Male or Female?” he whispered so no one could hear our conversation.   I squinted my eyes. Well, I know when I've been licked. These are one of the questions I hoped to avoid this afternoon. I never actually thought about this; too busy worrying about the U.N and other everyday things that I probably won’t be able to do. I mean, it would make more sense if I put female, but how about... “Did you put my name in yet?” I asked.. He shook his head. Good. “Then put male. Since I have a masculine name, it would make more sense, right?” He frowned. “Shawn is a uni-sex name.” What!? Is he stupid? I’m no genius at this, but I’m pretty sure Shawn is a male exclusive name. I never saw a girl  go by the name Shawn; excluding nicknames. Which reminds me, won’t it be a little awkward when they call my name out? I mean, you could easily tell by looking at me that I wasn’t a guy, but won’t my name contradict this? People would give me harsher looks: They would probably think I’m transgendered. Hell, the doctors who examine me will be in a big surprise when they see that you-know-what. Oh man, I bet they will ask if I’m transgendered.  Wait, aren't I transgendered? What do you call me, brain? I don’t know. Female I guess. Fuck you. I gave him a flustered look. “Since when?” “Since... look.. I’m just gonna put male since it makes you happy.” Makes me happy? I lived as one my whole life, I think I rather identify myself as one! Another thing, I sensed some annoyance in my dad’s tone. You know, for a person who was so distraught that their son became a mare earlier, the way he formed his sentence doesn't reflect his feelings. “You know Dad, you’re being too inert about this for my liking. The way you said that, it sounded like you’re annoyed with me just because I’m struggling with this.” I said a little too loud. Thankfully, no one is paying attention. Instead of Dad replying, I saw him lunge his head towards me and... sniff. He hastily jerked his head back. “You smell nice, Shawn. Looks like you’re adjusting just fine.” I paused for a second and felt my cheeks warm up. I never thought anyone would catch my new fragrance, and it’s quite embarrassing to say the least. Usually I would get slightly irritated. I am actually,  but my embarrassment conquers any wroth emotions I’m having. “Uh, what are you talking bout?” I feigned false ignorance. He smirked. “You know what I’m talking bout. Did you use the wrong shampoo? I mean, if you didn’t smell like this, I would understand, but you complaining about being something you smell like is confusing.” Well,  my Dad is half-right. I mean, I know he is making another snarky joke, but from his perspective, it would be weird for a pony to complain about losing his/her masculinity if s/he smells the direct opposite of one.  I honestly forgot about that: my thoughts were wrapped around different stuff. Now, I am blasted from the past due to Dad stating I smell like a mare;  the four letter g word. What he doesn’t know is that it wasn’t my idea; Katie recklessly washed me with feminine shampoo. She did have a good excuse, I think. Wait, why did she wash me with this shampoo? Ugh, I forget more than I think. Well, I actually like this smell somewhat. Wait, what the hell am I saying? You’re saying you are finally opening up a little. No! Never that! It’s just that... are you responsible for this? No, I have nothing to do with that. You always liked the smell of flowers, bro. I don’t understand your bitching. My brain is correct, I always was fond of the smell of flowers, despite being a guy. But, me smelling like one? That’s a different story. “It wasn’t my idea, Dad. Katie Od'd with her shampoo while she was washing me up.” I asserted. He rubbed his chin while smirking.  “Okay I guess. Whatever you say, Shawn.” Mook. The man got up slowly and removed his coat. He rested it on his chair and  proceeded to approach the door that leads to the clerk’s desk. My guessing is that he’s finished, which is a good thing because the quicker he moves, the quicker I can get out of this joint. I blinked. Why is  the waiting room separated from the main room? That’s retarded. I rested my head on the seat’s surface.Feeling ennui overcome me, I went back into my thoughts. It’s so boring in here, I should have bought some ear buds. Wait, can ear buds fit in my ears?  A very feminine sigh came from my mouth, but I took notice of this immediately and quickly shoved my hoof in my mouth. Dammit, my own voice is deceiving me. I was hoping the more dirt gets thrown at me, I would grow a wildflower; it’s growing a rose instead! I bit my lip, but I bit my tongue again spontaneously. “Shit!” I swore. Oh god, please don’t let that backfire. I really need to control what I say, but biting your tongue isn’t something to play with. Man, how did I bite it anyways? This is the second time today; my tongue will fall of by the time the day is over. I felt tears in my eyes start to form. I stuck my tongue out and sputtered. Stupid tongue, always getting bitten at the wrong time. After I finished, I was rubbing my hoof on the affected part, or should I say double affected since I bit it twice. I hoped stroking it would soothe the pain,. That’s when another thought hit me: When was the last time I washed my h--- hooves? A disgusted look came on my face. I scanned my surroundings. Once again, I’m greeted by inquisitive eyes. The same ones from earlier. It seems they don’t have a life, so they need to watch me squirm while trying to adapt to being a ‘“pony”. Damn it, get a life you mooks! I really am getting tired of them looking at me. I would put my hooves in my face, but I would look like an emo pony, which I am not. But if I turned my head to look out the window, some idiot can perceive it as me staring at them, then they can call me out and BOOM! Gratuitous conflict. And guess what? I’ll be the person, or should I say “pony” getting in trouble because the hospital staff is probably ran by prejudice brutes. But, looking out the window beats looking in your dirty hooves, right? Shut up, brain. My brain did have a point, besides, that is unlikely to happen. I need to rinse my hooves when my dad comes back though. While I was thinking, a man opened the door and ruined my train of thought. The interesting thing is, that man wasn't my father. He looked about 6’3 and have the facial features of a Latino man. He had a natural part, though. The man searched for empty seats, but he had no luck since he came in the afternoon on Saturday. Yeah, not so wise. It’s great that Dad left his coat in the chair or someone could have taken it. Reserving is vital. Speaking of Dad, where is he? Giving in paper work shouldn’t consume too much time, unless he is having trouble with clerk-bitch. As I pictured the scene in my mind, a grin formed on my face. My dad was trying his best at being polite earlier, but his tolerance has a limit. I wouldn’t be surprised if the old man got in a fight; this wouldn’t be the first time someone made him go Jack Torrence.   Ugh, my human body has a scar that proves that my Dad is a psycho. People mistake it for a birthmark because I never told anybody how I got it. It eventually turned black so I went with the flow, or whatever Gemma Levine said in that book. Suddenly, I felt elevated, like something was picking me up. I broke out of my hypotonic and my face was met with the Latino looking man. I was being... picked up? By a stranger? I’m being picked up! He dropped me on my Dad’s coat like I was an inanimate object or something. What the hell is this guy’s problem? Okay, last time I checked, you’re not suppose to move people out of seats manually! It’s their prerogative to move! What prerogative? He didn’t ask you to get up. He flat out removed you from the seat without your discretion! You’re right! Damn right! What we gonna do, brain? Kick that fucker’s head off! Alright! I’m gonna- say what? Kick his head off and he will have a mobile head just like the Grim Reaper! Dumbass. Just ask him what the fuck is up then you can strike. Wow, I thought you condemned violence? Yeah, this is different. You have been acting alittle different lately. I didn’t know you used such flowery language. I don’t know, kid. I think I’m fusing with that dill fuck over there. Wait! This git is fusing with me? I’m not eager either, ya faggot. Cállate la puta boca! What? Shut the fuck up! After listening to my brains' suggestions, I go with my second brain’s suggestion. Well, the first part. Starting shit in the hospital isn't good. I rolled of the chair and landed cleanly on the floor on all four hooves. I gritted my teeth. “Dude, I was sitting there!” I bellowed. He glanced at me for a second but then flinched. “Holy shit, you  can talk!” he gasped shakily. My glare went from anger to frustration. “Uh, yeah, of course I can.” He slack jawed. “Wow, I thought you were a realistic looking plushie.”  he said while getting up from the chair. I could feel the rustling of jimmies is about to take place. He thought I was a plushie... ?... How does that even.. Okay, first an overly zealous doctor appears out of nowhere and now a guy mistakes me for a plushie. Today has been an anomaly. Hur hur, ya don’t say? I shot  a quizzical look at the man, which had some signs of aggravation in it. “A plushie? Really?” I asked rhetorically. He shrugged. “You weren’t moving... at all. I didn’t know if you were dead or just a plushie.” “But I look like a cartoon, not a toy.” He bit his lip. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” Wasn’t paying attention? Wasn’t paying attention! “It’s okay.” I said giving a small smile. You’re gonna forgive him just like that? What are you chatting about now? No, bucking doesn’t solve problems, ya dumb buck. I think he is trying to say that that guy was bullshitting. He knew you were real, but thought you wouldn’t do shit about it. I mean, no one is that stupid to confuse a living thing with a toy; especially one that looks like you. Uh.. I don’t know. That guy seemed pretty honest. Stop being a pussy. Hey! That reminds me of something! “Matter of fact, you can keep the seat. Just do me a favor, when you see a man with a blue button up shirt come through the door, tell him I went to the bathroom.” “Yes ma’am.” he said while nodding. I cringed slightly at the title, but chose to ignore it since he is capable of acquiescing to my demands. “Okay then.” I turned around and started to walk towards a door in front of the room.  While I walked past, a zillion of eyes were watching me. “Dickheads.” I said under my breath. ............................................................................................................................................................ Third person view  “Here! I filled out everything.” Kane said while slamming a clipboard down on the Clerk’s desk. The woman behind the desk took the clipboard and viewed the piece of paper attached to it. She blinked. “You’re suppose to put your daughters name, not yours.” she said languidly. He frowned. “What the hell are you talking about? That’s my son’s name down there!” She blinked. “That pony is male?” He deadpanned and crossed his arms. “No! But that’s my-...” “You have to put the right gender, regardless of the title you give to your sibling.” she interrupted. He sighed. 'Who's husband is this?' he thought. .......................................................................................................................................... Shawn’s point of view In front of me were two large doors with similar but different signs. They were the complete opposite of each other, symbolizing two different things. The first door had a picture of a blue stick figure and the second door had a picture of a pink one. The blue one was obviously male while the pink one was female. Hell, the pink one even had balls on it’s chest, meaning it’s female because of the big boobs. I gulped and felt sweat run down my face. Usually, this wouldn’t take me 5 minutes to choose. It wouldn't have me ponder before I  wander. Ha! You rhymed! Okay, I read many fanfics where a character had to choose. It either plays out like this: The character is kicked out from the men’s bathroom or we never find out. The second part pisses me off; so much monologue and at the end we don’t know! Grr. I felt a burning sensation in my stomach. Oh god, not right now! The time on my clock was running out. It’s not like my kitchen is full of dishes because I have a pot to piss in. But, goddamn, I never knew how difficult it was to choose! Choose one.... choose one! I opened the women's bathroom and dashed to a bathroom stall. *thump* “Ugh... what the..?” I waned when I found out I forgot to open it. I’m such a doofus. After recovering from colliding with the bathroom stall, I unlocked it and entered it. After entering, I locked the door and sat down on the toilet. A pleasure driven sigh came from my mouth. “Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk yeah!” ............................................................................................................................................ Well, the trip to the bathroom wasn't so hectic as I thought. I mean, it was hectic actually, but using it wasn't insidious. It felt good renouncing of all that stuff from my bladder. Still, I will miss taking a piss while standing. I was back in the waiting room, with my Dad if course. I don’t know why it took him so long, but he got back when I got back from. Get it? Because we were both away from the waiting room... Fuck you! Out of better judgement, I decided to let the same man who removed me from my seat keep it? Why? Well, three reasons. One,  my bones start to feel stiff after sitting for awhile. Two, my Dad lost his seat. Finally, I felt like it. But, I’m starting to regret it. We have been standing for 50 minutes, and my legs are starting to give up. It feels like I did 50 pushups, or some other physical activity. Man, sitting or standing in a hospital is boring. I poked Dad’s leg. “Dad, how long is this gonna take?” He looked down at me. Being short isn't helping my self esteem. “Well, I guess-” “Shawn Hopkins!” A  deep female voice shouted. That’s me! I turned around to find out which woman called me. Good thing me and Dad are right next to do the door. When I first saw her, I felt something in me contract. She was a tall African American woman who wore a typical nurse uniform. Her face was young and silky smooth; looking like Janet Jackson from the 80's. Her hair was black and puffy, but you could still see her eyes since it was in a bang. I don't know why, but I fell the urge to present myself in a obsequious manner to her. She’s beautiful! She looked down at me and noticed my droopy eyes and smiled. I imagined the scene as beautiful black angel in the skies looking at me. "Are you Shawn? " the angel said. My droopy eyes quickly turned serious. "Yes. Quite a misnomer, is it not?" "Wow. I don't know what that means; pretty smart aren't you?" she cooed. I blushed but tried to hide it placing my hooves on my face. She noticed this and giggled. "Follow me." she said while walking down the corridor of the hall. Dad and I trailed her directly from behind. Aw.. yeah..! I got a good view at her ass. Even with those baggy pants on, she still has an attractive posterior. Hell, it's so attractive, it's got me thinking lasciviously of the things I want to do to her! Alright, I was eager for this to be over, but fuck it! This hospital is awesome! You know you have a girlfriend, right?