It was an incredibly hot summer on Roanoke Island. The sun shone high in the sky, reflecting glorious beams upon the ground and making all around truly happy.
In one such home on this island, illuminated by Celestia’s rays, a young man stirred, and rose from his bed, groaning as he did so.
“Boy is it hot!” he exclaimed, wandering over to the air conditioning unit to check if it was turned on.
This fellow was a Mister James T. Hook, though everyone who knew him called him Jimmy. He had Caucasian skin, and blue eyes that glimmered with intensity and imagination. He also had a long, thick mane of shaggy hair that would rival the hair of Brian May. What most people did not know about him was that he had been on many adventures.
For like most of us on this website, Jimmy was a brony, and proud of it. He had many friends within this close-knit community, but what was less obvious was that he knew that the world of My Little Pony was real.
He had been the subject of many a transformation that had taken him into Equestria, whether it be a bat pony, Princess Luna, or even a certain fashionista with a habit of using comparatives incorrectly. He had had a most enjoyable set of escapades, which made his life back here almost seem boring in comparison.
After a quick run through the shower, he thought it was high time to get dressed. His clothing of choice was as follows; a red T-shirt with beige shorts, as well as white socks and black shoes. He also placed his glasses upon his face: colored red, it would make it hard for him to see where he was going otherwise.
He popped down the stairs and into the kitchen, where he opened the fridge. It was here he suddenly hit a rather obvious hurdle. His fridge was low on supplies, and the one thing he needed now was food. OK, there was some cheese, but it was exceptionally mature, and slid about like a ship on choppy waves.
“OK,” he said. “Looks like I need to do some shopping. But before that, slip and slide!”
The cheese proved to be most uncooperative, as it simply would not stay still, and what should have taken a few minutes ended up taking closer to an hour. But at long last, he triumphed against the cheese, his mortal foe, and was ready to head out for a grocery run.
But he went and checked his calendar before he did so. In addition to being a brony, Jimmy was a keen railfan, and kept a close eye on every movement of Norfolk and Western 611, a J Class engine that was frequently used on excursions in the region. And to his luck, there was such an excursion, due to head out from Norfolk to Richmond and return, that very day!
“To Norfolk!” he cried, as he stepped out of the door, entered his car, and set off up the highway.
He got to Norfolk at around 1 in the afternoon, just in time to see 611. The machine looked glorious, a glorious giant of black and gold, with 8 mighty driving wheels and two support trucks to support the engine’s weight. It had two tenders, thereby giving it a head start over Flying Scotsman, the first of which carried coal, and the second water. Behind it were 20 coaches gleaming in the same black and red colors, the last of which was a dome car. Some idiot had also thought it a good idea to couple a diesel to the back of the train, which completely ruined the aesthetic, but I suppose health and safety has to employ someone!
Jimmy had remembered his camera, and set it to record as 611 whistled loudly, a low, deep whistle that reverberated through the ground and shook the trees. As steam shot from the engine’s cylinders, it rolled forward, effortlessly shifting the gargantuan weight of the passenger cars, no doubt loaded with hundreds of excited passengers on a most glorious of days. It vanished into the distance, but could still be heard many miles away, the diesel on the back not so much pushing as being dragged!
After witnessing this scene, Jimmy went shopping, purchasing the groceries he needed for the week. Never missing a trick, he also made sure to check if the mall had any new plushies, including, to his surprise, a Cozy Glow. He shuffled past it and purchased a Sunset Shimmer instead, as she was his favorite pony, and by logical extension, Equestria Girls character. His mission complete, he headed back for his car and set off on his long journey back to the island, not realizing what was in store for him that day.
It was late when he got back, and as he stepped through the door, he spotted something on the floor next to the doormat. It was a pink hairband, though why it should be inside his house was beyond him.
He put his bags down, and picked it up. He felt a sudden jolt through his body, and as he staggered back in surprise, he suddenly got stomach cramps.
“I’m gonna be sick!” he exclaimed, as he ran to his bathroom and locked the door. He flicked the light on and looked in the mirror, and what he saw shocked him.
The hairband was now in his hair. And not only that, his hair had changed color, from its usual brown to a vaguely candyfloss color of pink and purple. Not only that, it was growing longer before his very eyes!
“What the?” was all he said, before he stopped in fear. His voice was getting higher in pitch, now sounding almost squeaky. “What’s happening to me?”
His eyes suddenly changed color, from blue to green, followed by his skin that went a pale white, almost the color of snow. He also gained purple eyebrows to complement the hair.
Wait a second. The green eyes, the hair, the squeaky voice...squeaky...
Suddenly, Jimmy’s fear was replaced with elation. “I'm turning into Sweetie Belle!” he cried, in the high-pitched tone that characterized the young crusader.
His face shifted into that of a 12-year old female, but what happened next surprised him even further. Although the bones had rearranged, they hadn’t pushed forward into a muzzle. In fact, they stayed as a human face, which meant only one thing: fate had decided to change him into her Equestria Girls counterpart!
His elation was briefly replaced with pain as his (or should I say, her) manhood receded into his body, officially making him female. Having said that, she’d switched genders so often that the sensation didn’t really surprise her anymore. This complete lack of surprise was maintained when her chest swelled into a pair of breasts. Given how old the character was, they weren’t that large, but still enough to give the gender of the subject away.
But before long, the world began to get bigger all around her, which caused obvious issues with her clothing, most of which simply fell to the floor whilst her shirt hung loosely off of her, now several sizes too big. Her feet now sat inside a shoe that was at least 2 sizes too large, and her socks were hanging off her feet. And of course, there was the hairband, which was now massive compared to the size of her head, and rocked loosely on one side. Her hands were now tiny, thin fingers and thumbs attached to the ends of them, a fraction of their former size.
Worry soon filled her heart. Where am I going to get clothing from? She thought. I’m not going to be able to buy any! She was now a near-naked little girl, lying on a bathroom floor far away from anywhere else.
Thankfully, fate had thought ahead. Her socks shrank around her feet, becoming a perfect fit. When that had happened, her shoes shrank as well, but began to grow taller, almost reaching her knees. They changed color to pink, and became threaded with two yellow straps, each with a silver buckle on the side of the boot.
This was promptly followed by her underwear, which we shall not discuss for reasons of taste, and then her shorts. They shrank to fit the new contours of her frame, but then the legs merged together, followed by the zip and button vanishing, transforming the garment into a skirt. This turned yellow, and grew longer until it almost reached her knees. She giggled at the sight of it. Although she was no stranger to changing gender, this was the first time fate had put her in a skirt.
Her shirt followed promptly, also decreasing in size. It changed color from red to white with pink stripes. The collar vanished from the shirt, which was a perfect fit, and the sleeves became slightly shorter to compensate.
A pink jacket suddenly formed on top of both the shirt and skirt, and gained a purple belt with a silver buckle. This jacket also had short sleeves, which were exactly the same length as those on the shirt. Finally, the hairband shrank in size, to fit her now much-smaller head.
Sweetie Belle (as Jimmy had decided to call herself) pulled herself up from the floor and looked in the mirror. She was pleased with what she saw, and threw open the door to the house, skipping through as she did so. She was in exceptionally high spirits, as she was now her favorite Crusader.
Just then, she stopped, and removed the hairband, looking at it in confusion.
“Is this what caused me to change?” she asked. “And how did it end up inside my house?”
“It was destiny, you see,” said a voice, and a woman stepped forward.
“How did you get in here?” the girl squealed in surprise.
“Bronies are so easy to find, if you know where to look. Now run along, your friends miss you.”
Sweetie Belle tried to reply, but she suddenly felt drowsy. She fell backwards, and everything went black.