"Hey Godfrey!" A package came flying at my head. I ducked and flared my wings. Damn things.
"Jeez, Jess! A little more warning maybe?"
"As if! Nice wingboner!" I frowned.
"Wingboner?"
"That's what they call it when your wings get all stiff like that." I looked back, my wings were still fully extended, damn things.
Stupid things made me have to wear special shirts, opened up at will, and generally just got in the way. The only thing they didn't seem to do was make me flight capable. Since the transformation people have been throwing themselves off of cliffs, buildings, towers; what have you. No one single person has demonstrated true flight with their wings. Some people, the disappointed and self-absorbed, went so far as to have them surgically removed. The thought made me grimace.
To be honest I actually liked them, as cumbersome as they were at first I'm getting used to them and, in my opinion, I look pretty badass when they are completely open. Well as badass as a teal colored brony in a 'flight' jacket can look.
Flight jacket, that's what the inventor of the conversion kit called it. I wore a US authentic 'Flight Jacket' brand flight jacket. For free they let me send it in and they installed the conversion kit. All they really did was put two 'invisible' zippers on the back and take some material away from where my wings meet my back. My shirts are the same way. In fact a whole industry sprung up around making pegasi clothing.
Tailors all around the city offer conversions, at a low government mandated price, and almost 100% of all clothing companies began to make a 1/3 ratio of pegasi specific basic wear, with conversion for high quality products as an ordering option.
Unicorns didn't have many issues with clothing, except the occasional tearing, and, well earth bronies didn't have any adapting to do.
The first few weeks I wore regular clothing, and found out the hard way why I shouldn't. One wingboner later and I was in the hospital with some crumpled feathers and a really sore set of wings. A week or two after everything settled the government mandated that for the next one and a half years a pegasus male can go about topless, and females can obtain specialized clothing or clothing modifications for an extremely discounted price. So all in all being a pegasus wasn't that bad.
Unicorns are a different story. Apparently the horn contained a substance that can interact with other substances on a molecular level, how it works exactly and how it is controlled had not been determined, so for all intents and purposes it's 'magic'. In reality I wouldn't call flinging stuff around by accident or lighting stuff on fire when you get mad 'magic'. I'd call it bullshit, but then again so are flightless wings.
Anyways, I retrieved the package, a little perturbed that it was handled so roughly, and made my way to the door to the tenement I lived in. I stopped inside the entry way and popped open my mail box, I tugged free a small wad of letters and walked up the 3 flights of stairs to my home. The lock received my key and with a turn and a push my door swung open. I put the package down on my table, it was just a shirt, and turned my attention to the letters in my hand.
"Bills, bills, bills... Coupons. Uhh..."
I froze when I read the sender's address on the letter in the bottom of the stack. I tore it open and read the document, holding my breath.
Over and over again the words on the page raced through my mind. All I could think was: 'I passed!'.
Later, I walk through the front doors of the precinct. A huge smile on my face, my eyes beaming. I tracked down my recruitment officer and he nodded to me knowingly. My new life was beginning.