Right when I see it, I immediately cup my hands over it. Why is it happening again? Why now? Why did it even happen in the first place?! I haven't even been human for an hour, and now it's happening again!! I haven't seen my dad in forever, and I had turned back into my human self just in time to see my dad, only to begin turning back right when I'm about to have a conversation with the guy! At the same time that I cover my new piece of hair, I get up from the couch, and I hurry back up the stairs before he gets the chance to see it, because I don't want him to see me like this. What will he think of me when he sees me like this? He'd completely freak!!
I hurry into my room, and I shut the door. I feel my hair changing again. It hate the fact that there is a mirror on the back of m door, because now I can see myself changing. I watch my ears move to the top of my head, and my eyes become cyan blue again. My muzzle begins to poke it's way out now, and those lightning streaks appear. I plop down onto my bed, sitting up, and I bury my face in my hands. I feel the bright yellow fur growing once more, as it travels down my body. I feel it crawl up my arms, then to my hands, but they don't change into hooves this time.
My boobs don't shrink into my chest either. Then I feel my fur inching it's way down my leg, and those too, stay human legs. Then finally comes the tail. I feel it slither it's way along the bed, and it moves by itself, to the side of my right meg, and elongates till it gets just past my knee. I don't watch any of these changes, I feel them as they happen, because just feeling it is bad enough. I hear footsteps coming up the stairs, when I remember I didn't lock the door, but now it's too late. I crawl under my blankets, and I shove my face in my pillow. The sounds of feet hitting carpet comes closer and closer, until they stop at my door. Then a knock.
"Emma?" I hear a voice ask from the other side of the door, and I can just barely make out it's mom's voice. "Are you okay in there?"
I don't answer.
"Emma please answer me." I wish I could, but I can't. I cover my head with the blanket too, so only my face is showing. I turn to face the wall so I can breathe. Then I hear dad coming up. He approaches the door, and bangs on it a couple times.
"Emma open this door right now!" I hear his loud, deep voice roar out.
"Hey don't be hard on her right now, because that'a the last thing she needs." I hear mom say to dad
"Well, you just told her three times to open the door, so why should I go easy?" I fold my ears down, and I cup my hands over them, as an attempt to drown out the sound of them arguing.
"She's been through a lot of really emotional stuff since yesterday, and it's been really hard on her, and you barking at her isn't gonna help the problem."
"She is a child darling, she shouldn't be emotional, and she needs to learn, she should have long ago, now open this damn door Emma! Now!" He bangs a couple more times, and tears begin to well up in my eyes. "That's it I'm coming in!" He shouts, as the door knob turns, but then it stops.
"No! She will come out when she feels like it!" I hear mom yell to dad. So i can assume she pulled him away from the door.
Fuck it. He's gonna find out anyway. I get up, and, I regain my composure, then I walk over to the door. I put my hand on it, and sigh, as mom and dad continue to harp at each other. I take a deep, breath, and I open the door, completely revealing my self to mom and dad. Instantly, they stop harping, and they turn to look at me. Mom gasps and hugs me tight. I would hug back, but I can't even concentrate on looking forward. My arms just hang at my sides, as I look down at the ground. Dad hasn't said or done anything yet, so I bet he's pretty shocked to see his daughter like this. A few seconds later, mom lets go.
"This is what I was talking about." Mom says to dad, finally breaking the silence.
"Is...is that you?...Emma?" Dad stutters. I close my eyes, and nod slowly. "I-I-I'm...I'm sorry Emma. I didn't know." He says walking up to me. I feel the tears welling up again, and eventually one falls down my right cheek.
"It's...it's fine." I whisper softly, as I turn back, and I sit on my bed. Dad comes in, and sits by me. I sigh as I look down at the floor.
"I'm sorry Emma." He says again.
"I said it's fine." Then he throws his arms around me, and pulls me into a hug.
"I should have listened to your mother." He says sniffling.
"You would have found out no matter what so it doesn't...really...matter." I reply softly, as I hug him back.
"What are you anyway?" He asks, pulling away. He had to ask. Isn't hard enough that I am what I am?
"I don't exactly...know yet." I look down as my tail flicks once.
"So I see your mother kept you home then?" I sigh as I close my eyes and nod once. He puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Well, we'll be here for you if you ever need to talk about it okay?" He says patting my shoulder twice. I look at him, and he gives me a reassuring smile. It's nice to know my parents still care about me. It would have sucked to have dad come home, to find his daughter is some sort of a pony/human cross, and for him to disown me, or throw me out or something. But I know my old man is a good guy and would never do that to me.
"Yeah, thanks dad." I see mom, who is standing in the doorway, smiling. I smile back at her slightly, but for a short time.
"I think we should give her, her privacy, hun." Mom says looking at me with a worried face, and moving out of the way of the door.
"It's fine mom. I'm fine."
"No, you're mother is right. You look like you need your space." Dad says getting up, and walking over to the door, then mom walks over to me, and sits on the bed here dad just was. I feel the bed sink in from her weight being applied down onto it. She runs a hand through my hair, and sighs. I take a single glance at her, then I look back down, and close my eyes. I wonder what's going through her head tight now, and I bet she's wondering the same for me. The only thing going through my head is the fact that I'm constantly going to be changing all the time non-stop. How am I going to go to school now? But the biggest thing that is bugging me is that those kids who took that video got it onto youtube, and soon, everyone is going to know about me.
I look back at mom again, and she looks like she's ready to cry, but why would she cry? I'm the one who should be crying, but that's not going to help my situation at all, but make me look like a cry baby. he's probably worried for me as well. Just to think that she's this stressed, just wait till she sees that video. I can just imagine her getting so pissed and depressed at the same time, so I think I'll keep it a secret from her so shes doesn't have to worry more than she should. Mom sighs again, then hugs me tight. I go to hug her back, but I hesitate due to the fact that I have no idea what caused her to do this. I wrap my arms around her, and thank goodness she doesn't cry. After a few seconds I let go of our hug, and she sniffles as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
"I...I'm sorry Emma." Mom stutters apologetically.
"It's fine mom. Dad just got back so let's try to be happy, okay?"
"Good point." She smiles a bit, and I help her up, off the bed.
"Thank you dear."
"Don't mention it." I walk with mom out of the room, as dad heads down the stairs.
"Why do you seem happy now Emma?" Mom asks, tilting her head in confusion.
"Well, just throwing myself in my room, and sulking all day ins't going to make me feel any better, so I guess I'm just going to have to get used to this." I shrug, and my wings rustle as I do. I don't know how, but I'm always forgetting I have wings. Everybody on earth has wished to have wings, and never got any, but I have wings, but I always forget the damn things. Maybe I could ask mom to get me a book from the library on how wings work, and how they are used to help a winged animal fly.
"Yeah I guess you're right about that." Mom says chuckling as we reach the stairs, when there is a knock on the door.
"I'll get it!" Dad shouts, as he gets up from the couch, and goes to answer the door. As he opens it, Me and mom get to the bottom, and I see Lyra on the other side of the screen door.
"Hi, are you Emma's dad?" She asks kindly, with a bright smile on her face.
"Yeah. Who are you?"
"I'm Lyra. I'm a friend of Emma's, and I take it you know about her current...problem?" I listen to dad, and Lyra talk, as I lead mom to the couch to sit, then I head back over to the door, and I stand next to dad.
"H-hey Lyra." I say nervously, as I wave once."
"Emma?" She looks at me with much confusion on her face.
"Here, why don't you come in?" Dad says, unlocking the screen door, and opening it for Lyra to enter, and he closes both doors behind her.
"Thank you." Lyra, takes her blue hoodie off, and hangs it on the coat rack, then turns to me. "Emma...you changed again..."
"Three times actually." I roll my eyes at me own silly comment.
` "What do you mean by three more times?" She tilts her head to one side.
"Wh-why don't we sit down first." I say walking over to one of the two couches and I sit on the right side, dad sits next to mom, then Lyra sits on the other side of the couch I'm on.
"Are you sure you even want to talk about it? Plus I kinda have some bad news." She looks down for a second, then back up to me.
"Like what?"
"Well...these three kids in our class kind of..." She looks away ash she trails off with out finishing.
"Yeah, I saw it too." I reply sighing.
"Saw what?" Both mom and dad say at the same time.
"Well... you see-" Is as far as I can get before Lyra cuts me off.
"Three kids from our class took a video of Emma turning into a pony." She says quickly, then covers her mouth. with her hands.
"What?!" Dad gets up from the couch. Lyra takes her phone out, and she taps, and slides her fingers across the screen, then hands the phone to dad, as he walks over to her, and om follows. Now we're all huddled up watching the tape of me turning into a pony. She skips the part of the kids, and reporter talking, to the part where I change. From what it seems to be, is that this was meant to be a silly harmless video, then it starts.
"What the fuck?" the kid holding the phone says quietly, as my hair began to rise. By the way, this shot was taken from the back of the class, as to where I'm in the front. Then from there, eventually everyone else in class sees it, as I grow pony ears, a pony muzzle, pony appendages, a pony tail, and yellow fur. MY mom gasps, as she watches it. But we didn't watch the whole thing because mom got grossed out as soon as my head was done, while I was completely embarrassed.
"Didn't you say she turned into a pony?" Dad asks, turning his head to see Lyra, and handing her back her phone.
"Yeah, she did."
"Well she isn't a pony, she some sort of pony human cross." He says, gesturing his hand at me.
"Dad. I was a pony, but then I turned unto this, then I became human, again, and now I'm this again okay?"
"Oh, okay." He, and mom go back to sit on the couch.
"What did you say you name was?" Mom asks Lyra.
"Lyra. Lyra heart." She responds smiling. Then she giggles a bit.
"What's so funny?"
"Well, you see, I was researching things that could have caused this to Emma, and I came across this my little pony character, and guess what her name was." She giggles again. dad, makes one of those "What dafuq?" expressions.
"What?" He then asks.
"Lyra Heartstrings. Same thing as my name but The only difference is the word strings. I think that's where my parents got my name from, and I think that's why they wouldn't tell me." She shrugs.
Then, there's a knock at the door. There were three loud bang, the made the house shake a little. Dad sighs, as he gets up to answer it. Light pours into the house as he opens the door, It's only dark in here since we have a really thick curtain, covering the big winder, and the blinds were down over the smaller on on the other wall, and no lights in the house were on either. Dad tries to say hello, but then two men in riot suits burst into the house, carrying MP5 submachine guns, and bullet proof vests on. Dad falls down to the floor, and his head bangs down on the first step, and he gets knocked out cold.
Lyra stands up form her spot on the couch in fright, and mom runs over to dad who lay unconscious on the floor. The riot men point their guns at Lyra, and she throws her hands into the air. One of them turns his head to the other, and gestures to me. The other one nods, and walks over to me, grabbing me by the arm, and pulls me up almost yanking my arm off. He puts his MP5 on his back, then he turns me around and puts cuffs on me, while the other one still holds Lyra at gun point, as she whimpers in fear. Mom continues trying to wake up dad, and I let the riot men lead me out of the house.
Nothing was said except for mom screaming, and pleading for dad to wake up. The two men take me to a black Chevrolet SUV parked on the curb of the road. The same man who put me in cuffs has a strong grip on my shoulder, as he walks me out. I turn my head back to see Lyra running out of the house, then she pulls me away, and pounds her fists against his chest, screaming at him to let me go. Out of instinct, he grabs her by the throat, and pushes her down to the ground on her stomach. All I can do is watch as he sits himself on top of her, putting cuffs on her too now. She looks up in my direction with tears streaming down her face, and all I can do is watch, as the other man puts me in the truck, then he takes his gun, and whacks me in the head with the butt, and I black out.