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// episode 3 part 7: on hayfries and sleepovers 
// Story: Conversion Bureau: St George 
// by kryxel 
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TCB: SG E3P7 
On hayfries and sleepovers

Forged in the fires of mount Glory by Kryxel.
Dragged to Mount Doom for the final touches by Ray10k.

Most people would assume that, after conversion, the first priority would be to find out what they now look like. And in most cases, they would be right. However, in some cases things go differently. Say, when someone who is used to a light breakfast goes through a longer-than-usual conversion, while also having to provide food for the tiny life growing within.
Grace trotted, still a bit unsure on her new hooves, through the doors. She could smell the hayfries and mulchburgers from the moment she exited the conversion room. And, as one would expect, changing species left one absolutely STARVING.
Doctor Whooves followed after Grace, keeping an eye on her as she broke into a slightly more stable canter towards the cafeteria, and the ritual of the "First Meal as a Pony."
Grace skidded to a halt right in front of the trays and looked at all the wonderful food laid in them.
Apples, Carrots, alfalfa, oats, barley... and those were just the appetizers!
"Oh Good, you are here! I got you a tray with a little of everything, Dearie," Mrs. Cake said as she set the tray with the towering pillar of vegetables, fruits and other greens in front of Grace. 
"Thank you, Mrs. Cake," Grace said, picking up her tray with her mouth. She trotted over to a table and sat down, starting to eat. The Doctor sat down opposite her.
"Well, you must have been hungry," he said. "You did not even stop to ask what colour you are, what type you became, nothing at all really."
Grace swallowed a mouth full of the most deliciously spicy carrots she had ever tasted in her life. "You are right. What DO I look like now?" 
"Well, you are a light green. A very, very light sea green. Your mane seems to be in a bowl cut now, A forest green with a few white stripes in it. Looks quite fetching. Your eyes are some kind of orange, the kind you see at the beginning of sunset. Most importantly though, you have wings! You are now a little angel of a pony!” 
Grace blinked "Wings? You mean I’m a Pegasus?" 
"oh yes, a Pegasus. I must admit, when I converted I kind of hoped I’d be one as well. No luck though. Quite unfortunate, like being ginger, it just seems not to be my luck," the doctor said with a shrug. "Anyway, as you are still with foal, I am putting you under Doctor’s orders to stay on the ground, at the very least until the foal is born." 
"Right. Can’t have me go into labor in mid-air. Oh, right, meant to tell you! I have chosen my pony Name. Want to hear it?" Grace said with a sly grin.
"Sure. What is it?" 
"Amazing Grace." 
"How sweet the sound... Actually, it is a name that, while a little... pretentious, does sound like what you’d find in Equestria. And since not many of at least Equestria’s native inhabitants will have heard of that song, I think nopony will call your name strange. Especially in comparison to a stallion I met a while ago, you know what he had named himself? Satellite Dish! But enough chatter about names. I can tell you are hungry, so I’ll just leave you to your first lunch now,” the Doctor said before trotting away from the table Grace was seated behind.
She only managed a few more  bites from the delicious mountain on her plate, before a familiar group of three girls walked over to her table, sitting down on the unoccupied sides.
"Grace? You look absolutely dashing!" Elane said, sitting at Grace’s left-hand side. Grace idly wondered, “or is it left hoof side now?”
"Fancy pair o' wings ya got there too," Jane said from her seat to Grace’s right, running a gentle finger down the large outer feathers of her wing.
"Nice upgrade, can’t hate the Retro touch... I <3 it!" Lindie said from behind the (now significantly smaller) pillar of food, making the shape with her fingers. 
"Girls, girls, can you please not fawn over me like that, it’s embarrassing. Besides, I’m still your roommate and Jane, please stop that, it feels weird."
"but Darling! We just MUST give you mane-icures and wing massages or whatever they are called! Perhaps a sleepover! Oh, yes, that would be PERFECT!" Elane said, her eyes nearly sparkling with anticipation for things (hopefully) yet to come.
All the other occupants of the table gave her a collective flat stare, perfectly conveying the message.
"Uh, Elane? Check your memory banks. You should find some data saying that, since we’ve shared a room since we got here, technically every night is a sleepover,” Lindie said, breaking the awkward silence that had fallen over the table after Elane’s outburst.
Elane blushed. "Too true... what I meant was, doing the typical girls’ night-out-sleepover-things. You know, facials, manicures, hairstyling, truth or dare, pillow fights, stuff like that."
Jane blinked. "Uh, hon? Ya DO know just how a fight ‘tween a country gal like me and a city dweller like you would end right? I mean, no offense, but helpin’ with the harvest as soon as ya can carry a bale tends to leave ya wit’ a few more muscles than shoppin’ till your card gets blocked.”
Grace laughed at the mental image of the most likely outcome of such a pillow fight. "Well, as fun as that would be, I have to go find Spring. She said she was going to check on how the foal is doing now that I’m a pony. Besides, I don’t think I can do a whole lot in a pillow fight. Got no hands to throw the pillows, right? Anyway, I gotta finish my lunch and then find Spring, so see you later girls."
"Bye Grace," Lindie said as the other two were arguing about whether or not a sleepover could get them to be nice to each other.
Grace finished up her lunch, and was just about to get up from the table and return the plate to the kitchen, when suddenly-
“’scuse me!”
Grace jumped a few feet into the air, startled by the stranger standing behind her.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there,” the woman said as Grace calmed down a little. “Are you ok?”
Grace took a deep breath, calming herself.“Yes, I am fine. Just a little startled, that’s all.”
“ok then. By the way, nice wings,” the woman said as she continued to the kitchen.
Grace looked over her shoulder (“are they still called shoulders?”), puzzled at the strange compliment, and noticed that her wings were fully spread, as if she was preparing for takeoff.
“Ok, when did that happen? And how do I fold them again?” Grace thought, mentally probing her back for the muscles of her new limbs. After about half a minute of experimenting, she managed to find and relax the muscles of her avian extremities, folding her wings back against her sides.
After she brought her plate back to the kitchen, she thought about what to do next. “Ok, first priority should be to find Spring. Then, I got to find myself a mirror.”

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Ray10k here.
First of all, the pony creator code for Grace, as designed by Kryxel:

2S2S00201000FE5EFE9E9E00401FEB700UN1837000200001K100CC22FFFEFF0H107F3FCC004CB2

So, our second convert will soon Grace the skies, huh? Sounds Amazing! *gets shot for lame puns.*