So. Jealous. · 7:58pm Mar 1st, 2014
That spell. THAT SPELL. That beautiful spell that Twilight cast this morning. Words do not describe how much I want that spell. But I must express it, and words are all I have.
But how could I not be envious? To live your life in only a single body must surely be the epitome of boring. And yet, almost everybody does it. Few change their sex, and even then the process is by no means perfect. None change their species. How much better it would be to simply try on races and species and sexes like clothes, to be worn at a moments notice when you so choose, and removed when your whim changes back. How wondrous that freedom would be. And oh, how the tedious restrictions of reality chafe in comparison.
Although I don't think the spell does sex changes. It's not a perfect engine of transformation. But it's sure as hay better than nothing at all.
So I say, go boldly, Dashie. Do not let Twilight hoard that spell, bringing it out only when she feels it necessary. Do not drop the subject until she agrees to turn you into a griffon or a dragon or something else that you might request, just for a little while. Your dreams shall have to stand in for the dreams of all of us.
