Pony bound

by Shortcourt


The mind ain't nothing on the body

NSFW(UnCensored)

I yawned and opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was my room’s white ceiling, which notified me that I am indeed back into reality. I had a strange dream last night. I don’t remember the full version, but I remember clearly that I was getting a roast for my birthday.

Oh, I remember it now! I was expecting a turkey roast, but instead, I got the roast where multiple people ridiculed me. I remember someone saying I smell like Rosie O’Donnell’s hair , which is invalid because I smell like roses.  

I sniffed myself. Yeah, I smell good.

Which type of rose do you smell like? A red one or brown one?
 
I wriggled my body around to get a feel of my body and moved the sheet from the edge of my face.The bed felt a little moist, but it was probably just me sweating while I was dreaming.

I sighed and rolled on my side languidly. I’m feeling lazy as always, and the room being dark as night isn’t helping me.  I mean, I can see remarkably clear, despite the blinds being shut, but I would like some sunlight to hit my face. Since I can see so well with these pony eyes in the dark, I’m ecstatic to know how waking up to the sunlight will feel.

While I was lying on my side, I became more aware of my bed’s wetness. My fur started to soak into whatever liquid I was laying in. That’s weird because I didn’t wake up like this yesterday, did I? Am I sweating that much or what? It’s still the winter, so there is no way that feeling is from my body perspiring.

I rolled on my back as I started to feel uncomfortable. While I was staring at my ceiling, I couldn’t help but squirm. Lying on my back just couldn't compensate, for it feels like I’m now lying in a small lake.Yeah, this position is worse since my legs are starting to feel wet. What is this supposed to be? Did I accidently pee on myself or something?

I sniffed the air of my room and cringed. The smell of urine didn’t come to my nose, but something much grimmer and ghastly did. Well, I don‘t know how to describe the smell, but it certainly was strong and violent.

I sighed. Do I? Yes or no?

I used both of my hooves to pull my aqua blanket off my body. It was slightly heavy, but I still had enough strength to move it.  After the bed sheets were exposed, a horrifying sight came to my eyes.

Holy shit.


There were drips of blood all over my bed. From the beginning of my bed until the end was a blood shower. And it didn’t come from my skin or anything, but it seems the source of the blood was from my legs. Well, this is awkward.

Queue screaming in one...two…thr-
 
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”  I shrieked to the full capacity of my lungs, which was louder than I envisioned.  I grabbed the blanket it and pulled it towards my chest, covering it. The sight of blood petrified me so much that I lost the strength to sit still, causing me to shake like a maraca. ”What the fuck! How is this even possible!?” I cried aloud.

Last time I checked, my species was monoestrous, meaning I’m suppose to have an estrous cycle, not a menstruation cycle. So, there is no way that blood is dripping from ‘there’. No, that would be too superstitious and it doesn’t make the slightest bit of sense. If ponies are based off the FiM show, then how is having a period possible? Did the creators intend for the ponies to work like this or is it just another last minute alteration used for comedy?  If this is comedy, than it should be a tragedy because this is horrible. I much rather be in heat than hemorrhaging from my 'you know what'.

But, is it just a dream or what? I need to find out.

I shook my head. No, this can't be a dream because the lucidity of it exceeds any dream that could manifest its way in my sleeping world. If it was a lucid dream, I would be able to stop it. But now I know this isn’t a dream because if it was, I wouldn't be able to formulate these thoughts nor feel wet.

Well shit, I thought being a mare couldn’t possibly get any worse, but alas, I thought too soon. I should probably get off the bed instead of drenching my coat even further.  I should also change the sheets because the bed could get red over a long period of time.

I blinked. I just made a funny.

I glanced at the blood one more time and cringed. I never thought I would be so scared of my own blood. Okay, maybe I should lay down for a couple of more seconds until I digest this… discovery. Honestly, I should just stay home today.

But, KaiseShawn would be disappointed…

Okay, it’s time to gather my remaining masculinity and bottle it up until it turns into perseverance. If men could go to work injured, than I sure can! Matter of fact, scratch that: If women can go to work on their period, then I sure as hell can! I’m supposed to be a man, god dammit! No time to limit myself and lay in bed all day. That would only make me look weaker than I am!

Alright Shawn. Get your butt up and…

I twitched as I realized I was dictating myself what to do systematically in the head. I sighed and rolled off the left side of the bed.

When I landed on my hooves, I saw my phone lying right next to my hooves, which were kind of red at the moment.   The phone looked weird… like the battery was missing or something. I clenched my eyes and gazed at it, striving for more precision. I wonder how it got there.

I shook my head in discontent. “These smart phones are hard to break anyways. What, aren’t they made out of uranium or something? Stupid technology.”

On that notation, I began my journey to the door. I don’t know, but I think I should clean up in the bathroom foremost. Man, I still can’t believe I woke up in a pool full of blood.  My prediction is that this day will be a stagnant period for me.
 
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Shawn’s Dad POV

After waking up to a loud feminine scream, the first thought that came to mind was Katie. I was at her door, preparing to break the door open if it was locked.

I attempted to open the door, but it was locked pretty good. This is okay, because I was prepared for situations like this.

All I have to do is break this door. I’m sure my built body will take care of that, but there will be consequences since Katie wasn’t advised of this. I’ll just make her another one because doors could be replaced easier than Heineken.

I shoulder blocked the door open without thinking.

BOOM!

After making my grand entrance, I couldn’t help but smirk. “Okay. Katie! Are you alright!?”

To my surprise, Katie wasn’t even up. No, she was just sleeping as if nothing happened.  That’s strange, I swore I heard a voice come from this direction. I know it wasn’t Diane’s voice since she was with me the whole night. No, then who was it? There are only two females in the house… so.

Ah, I forgot Shawn turned into a girl yesterday. It was probably his voice. I mean, ‘her’ voice. I’m not used to referring to my ‘son’ as a ‘she’, but it makes sensenow since Diane forced me not to think of Shawn as a son anymore. We actually all discussed this, and there were some legitimate points I couldn’t refute. But, I don’t care: Shawn is my son no matter what anyone says! I don’t care if he looks female or talks female either.
 
Wait, no. But, Katie isn’t gonna like what I did to her door. It amazes me how she couldn’t hear that big impact; it sounded like an earthquake to me! Well, maybe because I caused the sound and was directly next to it….

I scratched my head. “Damn, Katie sure is a heavy sleeper.”

Katie opened her eyes immediately after my declaration. Her reaction was expected, as she put her cover towards her chest and stared at me dazed. Ha, that was so easy to predict.

“Dad! What the hell are you doing in my room!” she screeched.

I didn’t respond, but quickly ran out the room, feeling embarrassed that I broke Katie’s door without a justified reason.

Geez, why did she cover herself with her cover anyways? I am her dad, right? To make things worse, she had a baggy T-shirt on! Teenage girls… don’t understand them.

I went towards the door next to Katie’s room and attempted to open it. It was locked… which is good. Now I can finally do what I was hoping to do the whole morning. I braced myself by placing my hand on my shoulder and charged directly at the door.

BOOM!

I didn't smirk, but kept a serious look on my face, for Shawn could probably be in jeopardy.

“Alright Shawn! What seems to be the… what?”

I stood perplexed at the scene in front of me.  Shawn, my son, was missing from his bed.  But, that made the scene worse; the bed is covered with blood while Shawn is missing.

You see, I’m not the person to assume the worst, but… never mind. I probably know what happened; Shawn got his first period and went to the bathroom to clean up. Meaning that scream indeed came from this room, also meaning I broke two doors for no reason.

Can I redeem myself? No, I don’t want to take no role in this stuff at all. There are so many things a man can take. One thing is to find out his son is his daughter, and the second is to find his son-turned-daughter having her first period! I’m in the midst of that? Hell no, I don’t feel comfortable being in this room at all!

“DAD!”

My thoughts were interrupted when I felt something strike against my arm. It felt soft as Scott tissue, but I could tell there was alot venom to the strike. I turned around and saw Katie glaring at me with pure murder in her eyes.

How did she get here so quickly anyways? I just ran from her door and she wasn’t even up. Man, thinking really does consume time.

 “Why did you break my door for!?” Katie bellowed

I put my hands up. “Woah! Calm down! I’m sorry, but I thought you were screaming.”

Katie’s enraged expression simmered down as she looked genuinely confused. “Why would I be… woah!” Katie started staring at the same bed that elicited a confused reaction from me. “Why is there blood all over Shawn’s bed?”

“It’s obvious that Shawn had a period and went into the bathroom. It’s not like someone came in the room and kidnapped him, right?” I deadpanned while finishing.

Kate frowned. “Then why did you break her… er, I mean his room!”

I raised an eyebrow. “I assumed the worse, so I came as fast as I can. You would do the same thing if your heard one of your daughters scream.”

Katie’s left eye twitched. “No, I would be more rational and actually-“

“Guys…” a voice said, interrupting Katie’s response..

We both directed our attention to the small orange pony who said that. Wait, that pony is Shawn! Shawn looks like that yellow teletubby.

“Hey Shawn!” Katie and I said in unison.

“Sup. Why are you guys loitering in my room for? And what happened to my door?”

Before I can speak, Katie answered. “Dad here broke both of our doors because he heard one of us scream.”

Shawn glazed at Katie. “But, I’m the one that screamed. Why did he break your door? Why did he break doors in the first place!?”

Katie shrugged. “I don’t know, man. You have to ask Dad cuz he never told me either.”

Shawn looked at me weirdly.

I put my hand to my face in embarrassment. I should have thought things over. High school taught me an important lesson: Never piss a girl off when she is on her period, even if it isn’t a real girl. Verbal lashing incoming.

“Why would you bust into my door for? Ever heard of knocking?!" Shawn asked sarcastically.

I shrugged. “I thought you were in danger, so I was trying to be a ‘real’ dad like you said yesterday.”

Shawn frowned.  “Dad, you’re giving the most right now.”

Oh, these kids in their slang. In my old days, we would use the proper English that we were taught and not try to alter it to our liking. It’s a shame that my kids picked up on it.

I blinked. “What does that mean?”

“It means its un-needed, Dad. “ Katie clarified.

“Oh…” I muttered.

Shawn sighed. “It’s okay, Dad. You tried, but you owe me and Katie new rooms.  You wouldn’t want people to peep on Katie while she is getting dressed, right?”

I shook my head. “Nope.”

“Exactly.  Now, please leave the room, I need to talk to Katie,” Shawn demanded.

I turned towards the door and cracked a small smile.  “Trust me, I was waiting for you to say that.” I should give Shawn some advice before I leave. I twisted my neck to get one last view of Shawn. “Remember Shawn, everything will be fine. Remember that talk we had?"

Shawn blushed. Dad... just get out...”

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THIS SCENE HAS BEEN OMITTED ON BOTH VERSIONS!
 
THIS SCENE HAS BEEN OMITTED ON BOTH VERSIONS!
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I was sitting at my dining room table with Katie, patiently waiting for my breakfast. I’m not going to have another I-hop type breakfast like yesterday because I actually decided to eat lighter today. Katie told me dieting will make some of the cramps go away, so I’m just settling for toast with butter and cereal.

Thankfully Mom was kind enough to prepare it for me. I think I could have done it, but I’m just so lazy, man. It’s kind of paradoxical that I want to be a hero and I’m too lazy to make my breakfast. Hmm, is inconsistent behavior a symptom or is it just me being a self-conceited jerk?

I would go with the latter.

No one asked what you would go with.

The discussion I had with Katie was helpful, but discomforting.  Yeah, Katie thought she killed my whole ambition when she told me there was no way to prevent the cycle. What she doesn’t know is that I took Sex-Ed as a sophomore and was enlightened about the menstruation, metaphase, and pregnancy. This is one reason why I was so composed when I discovered the blood was coming from my private area, but it would be a different story if I were naïve.

Katie gave me a few solutions to my problem. No, I didn’t use a tampon. Despite Katie going into graphical detail on why tampons are more mainstream than pads and apparently better (which is an opinion) I settled for the p word. Honestly, the situation was like choosing what type of dress would I wear because both of those things aren't my solicitudes.

I chose it without any extra consideration because I’m not keen on putting anything inside me. Yeah, so what if they are itchy or might cause discomfort; it’s certainly better than inserting a hygiene product into yourself. The fact that using a tampon as an option is a testament to how unfortunate this situation is for me.  I’m officially convinced that everything that happens is spontaneous and out of control. There is no legit explanation for this at all. Unless God is a psycho, which is unbelievable.

Actually, I might be getting on to something. What if Angels did get drunk on their job? What if everyone’s life was a file? Man, this whole pony thing is probably angels acting up on the job and misfiling people. If that’s the case, then fuck them.

Also, I feel like I have been officially stripped of my manhood. My god, having a period? This is certainly more obvious than being in heat I believe, which means I am once again reminded that my Y chromosome disappeared. How can I keep referring to myself as a dude after this dilemma? I guess I really am 100% percent female after all. Man, I detest my life; it doesn’t pull a punch when it comes to making me feel uneasy. I had to have a conversation with Katie regarding periods for Christ sakes! I couldn’t go one second without a blush visible on my face.

Now you know why I told Dad to get out the room because as a former dude, I know we aren’t comfortable in the middle of those types of discussions. Trust me, I asked the teacher to separate the boys and girls in sex ed because learning about the details of the female reproduction system is disgusting.  That’s none of our business, so how will we benefit about learning about menopause? Teach the girls that, since it's mandatory for them to know when they can’t get pregnant anymore!




“So Shawn…” Mom said

Her voice took me out my reverie.  Immediately, I noticed my breakfast was laid across the table. Cinnamon toast crunch with buttered toast. Not bad, I hope this doesn’t mess my stomach up. After yesterday, I decided not to test my luck with meat. If I do have success with meat, it will be very lucky, since I threw up yesterday!

Or was it because of PMS? I mean, I threw up two times yesterday. One was from Mom’s absurd assumption and the other was out of nowhere. So, maybe meat isn’t the enemy but it’s just PMS?  You know, you ever heard the saying “PMS should be called mad cow disease?” Well shit, if I threw up because I ate meat, I agree with the phrase. However, that still doesn’t explain the ghastly smell. Ever since I turned to a pony it has been hard to distinguish meat from expired ground beef.

I blinked. “Thanks Mom. What were you gonna say?”

Mom pulled a chair out and sat down on it. “Do you still want to go to school or not?”

I already made up my mind on this. I’ve been a pony two days, so I think I’m ready for school. Besides, I have been neglecting school lately; I can’t afford missing a lesson. I mean, I never failed a subject in high school before, and I want to try to keep it that way for my transcript. “I’m going, Mom, “I declared.

Mom sighed. “Okay. What time do you have to be there?”


Let’s see, I have to get there by 8:25 or I am late, and classes starts at 8:35. So, I guess school technically starts at 8:25, but classes start at 8:35, meaning that it could be either way. It’s just that the 8:35 starting time has consequences dealing with detention, and I ain’t taking detention today.

“8:25 on the dot,” I replied while gathering cereal on my spoon. I bent my head forwards and put the sugary cereal in my mouth. While I was chewing, Mom was eyeballing me suspiciously. I swallowed and gave her my own suspicious eye. “What?”

“How are you picking that up with your hooves?” she asked while blinking. Ah, I was anticipating her asking this question.

“Magic…” I cooed while forming a rainbow shape with my hooves for emphasis. Mom stared at me quizzically. Childish, I know. But it was the perfect opportunity, man.

Mom nodded sluggishly. “Okay… makes sense,” she said with a hint of disbelief in her voice.

Really? She is in the presence of an animated looking pony; how could magic not be a legitimate response? I stopped being skeptical ever since I learned the shot was a vaccine. If this shot still is a trap, then the mastermind is an idiot who has no experience with how things work. Yeah, a vaccine will surely avoid making people dubious. What a dumbass.
 
I rolled my eyes and continued eating. There is no use going on a tangent right now. Katie stared at me. “Why do you want to go to school so badly? You seem determined.”

Ah, so Katie was the first person to notice I see. Well, due to the fact that she is more apparently more acute than the average mammal could be one reason. Nah, she just has an advantage because she was talking to me face-to-face. What type of person would want to go to school if they turned into a pony and had their first period? That’s hell, man.

But, I can’t tell her the main reason why I want to go. Especially with Mom in the room. No, keeping it secret will be my best bet. Besides, another reason is how I promised to meet KaiseShawn today; that’s credible enough and slightly true. Other than that, screw school. I mean, if my grades wouldn't be counted, then screw it.

I took a bite of my toast and started to chew gradually. “I just want to see my friends and talk to them bout a few stuff…” I grumbled with food in my mouth.

Mom grimaced. “Chew your food before you speak Shawn!”

Oh snaps! I forgot I was chewing!

How did you forget you were chewing?
 

I blushed as I swallowed the digestive ready food in my mouth. The buttery sensation of the toasted wheat product made my taste buds tingles, eliciting a lascivious moan from me afterwards.  Man, toast is nothing but heaven on bread when you make it right. It’s simple, but it’s better than a doughnut health wise and taste wise.

I dunno about that.

Yeah, you’re bugging.

How would you two know? You are my brains, retards! You don’t have taste buds.

Mom shook her head while Katie smirked. Two opposite personalities must mean opposite reactions, right?

I grinned sheepishly. “My fault, Mom. “

Mom ignored my apology as she prepared herself to speak again. “Anyways, I guess I will have to drive you to school.”

My shoulder muscles tensed as I stared at Mom in bemusement. When did I say anything about her driving me to school?

That would be nice, but what made her bring that up? I’m down with her taking me to school, as long as she doesn’t embarrass me. “Eh, why? I could take the bus if I want to.”

Mom raised an eyebrow. “You don’t really expect to take the bus do you?"

I blinked and looked at the ceiling wistfully as the hospital scene from yesterday  started to play out in my head. “Actually, I don’t,” I murmured. Well, that eliminates the option of taking the bus. I’m not gonna be the butt of everyone's joke again!

Those strangers all staring at me like I was Marilyn Manson made me want to grab a knife and stab someone in the chest. They knew I was frustrated and continued, so if I stab them and know they are hurt, why should I stop?


Mom nodded. “Alright then. Better start getting ready.”

I shrugged apathetically. “It’s no rush, Mom. I don’t live that far from the school.”

Mom smiled gently. “I know, sweetie, but you like to procrastinate a little. Might as well get ready as soon as possible.”
This is a good point. I can’t counter that point. Matter of fact, I didn’t even pack the letter in my bag yet! I also have no idea how I am gonna carry my book bag, despite me having the whole day preparing for my first day of school as a mare.

 “Procrastinate a little? You’re being too nice…” Katie snorted. Oh really? She has some nerve!

I sighed and fixed my eyes on Katie. “Shut up, Katie. You’re just as lazy as me. You couldn’t even take out the trash last week…”

Katie’s eyebrows tightened as her head bowed back like I offended her. “Dude, you are too lazy to walk downstairs!” Katie shot back.

My left eye twitched. “Why would I walk downstairs when I could get transportation?” I sneered.

Katie scowled. Before she could respond, another person entered my vision.

“Good morning.” Dante greeted.

Ah, Dante, the person who I am now proud to call brother.

Wait, hold up! Why do I have to speak in parenthetical elements every time I see Dante? That’s unneeded and totally not epic.

“Morning sweetie.” Mom responded.

I nodded my head. “Sup.”

Dante returned the head nod and extended his hands towards me. “What’s up, bro.” My hoof met his fist as we greeted each other in our usual fashion. Instead of a bro-fist, it is now a bro-hoof. Why? Because a hoof is kind of the equivalent of a fist, and it sounds more convenient to be honest.

Dante turned his attention towards Katie. “Oh, what’s up Katie?”

 “I’m up,” she replied sarcastically.

Dante’s mouth widened in shock. I couldn’t help but smirk. Dante’s mouth opening like that is… haha! Okay, that was hilarious. Dante closed his mouth and pointed at Katie. “You think you’re smart, huh?”

This time, I spoke up. “Nah. You’re implying you need to be smart to make you shocked.”

Dante narrowed his eyes at me. Shoot, I was hoping he could open his mouth like that again, heh.  Mom started to chuckle. “Sit down Dante.”

Dante glared at Katie resentfully and shrugged. He walked towards Mom’s side of the table and pulled out a chair, sitting next to Mom, trying to isolate himself from Katie and I. I mentally shrugged the situation off and continued eating.

“Why are you up so early, Dante?” Mom asked. I paused and glanced at Dante. Good question indeed, since he usually takes classes in the afternoon.  Whatever the reason is, it shouldn’t be that serious.

Dante rubbed his head. “I couldn’t sleep last night.”

I glanced at him once again and studied his eyes. There were bags under his eyes and they looked extremely red today. Like, they were the type of red where you smoke and put a bright light next to your eyes. Basically, he looks like an old dog who hit the bong too hard.

“What happened?” I questioned.

“There were a lot of loud noises last night. Like, I think someone was fighting,” Dante said while rubbing his head.

Fighting?

“What do you mean fighting?” Mom speaks this time.

“I mean loud crashing sounds, cursing, and I think I even heard a gunshot!” Dante explained.

The room became silent after Dante’s explanation. I think what triggered this was the ‘gunshot’.

That’s weird, how come I didn’t hear anything last night?  It’s not like my room reduces sound from outside, right? How did Dante hear that if we didn’t? That’s like saying the east couldn’t hear a thunderstorm while the west could!

“That’s strange. We didn’t hear anything,” Mom pointed out.

Dante lifted his head up. “That’s because it was pretty low. I barley heard it either, but it was loud enough to wake me up.”

Katie and I exchanged looks. I wanted to tell her how crazy Dante sounds, but I he is right next to me.  “I think you’re hallucinating. If it was low, it was probably from a dream you had,” I said.

 Dante frowned. “How would you know?”

I pointed both hooves at my ears. “Because these bad boys are precise.”

Dante smirked.  “Oh really?”

“Yeah. I got animal instinct now, duh?” I said as my eyes rolled to the ceiling.

Dante frowned and shook his head.

I chuckled and finished eating breakfast. After I finished, I made a huge grotesque belch unexpectedly. Everyone on the table took notice of it and gave me a disgusted look.

Hey, at least I still belch like a man.

I felt my cheeks redden as I put a hoof on my mouth. “Heh, my bad, hehe…”

Mom blinked. “So… you should start getting ready for school since it’s getting late…”

I tinted my eyes towards Mom. What an impressive way to end an awkward moment. She also reminded me that I am going to be late if I keep chatting.

All I have to do is go upstairs and pack my bag and I’m good. Thank God I don’t need to put any clothes on. I didn’t even have an outfit anyways. I mean, I obviously can’t wear clothes because I can’t fit any at the moment.

I was actually kinda nervous about going out in public without any clothes, but it died down because I’m not the most modest person in the earth. Of course I’m not modest, I was a guy my whole life.  What kind of talk is that?

Either way though, if I didn’t have fur and went out in public like that, it would be a conundrum. Not for my psyche, but because it will technically be illegal.

“So Shawn…” Mom started casually.

My eyes darted at her direction. “Hmm?”

“You should let me brush your hair!” Mom answered gleefully.

My face dropped. Is she still going on with this? Did she not understand one thing I said yesterday?

“You’re going to let Mom do your hair Shawn!” Dante asked with mirth in his tone.

“Shut up!” I shouted in irritation.“No, Mom isn’t going to do it. My hair, or should I say ‘mane’ is fine!” I looked at Katie, “Right Katie?”

Katie glanced at me for a second and then started to giggle. She put a hand to her mouth, hampering her laughter.

My right eye twitched. I know she isn’t trying to diss me. Don’t even let me get at her head.

Forget that! Your hair must be terrible if she had to laugh at it!

Silence! I kill you!

I rubbed my hooves on my head befuddled, rubbing it for no reason. “Is it that bad?”

Katie stopped laughing and grinned. “No, sorry. It’s not bad like that… but did you look at yourself in the mirror? It’s pretty terrible…” I studied Katie’s expression and couldn’t find any trace of insincerity in it.  If her laughing was genuine, then is it that bad?

Dante nodded. “Indeed. It looks like Stevie Wonder was clipping your hair,” Dante added while snickering.

It took me a few seconds to register the joke Dante made. After I put the two pieces together, I just realized he is implying that my mane looks worse than a toilet. My ears dropped in irritation. Why can’t my mane stay straight? I got it brushed yesterday,dammit!

“Both of you be quiet! That’s not nice!” Mom scolded.

Mom’s voice reminded me of something. I remember yesterday I told myself my mane should be tied up or something to prevent it from going through hell every day.  It was always on the back of my head, but I dismissed it because it was frivolous in its own regards. I mean, I was never fond of the idea looking like a hobo in the first place, but it seems the condition of my mane gets worse every time it is brushed.

What do I do? Say ‘yes’ or just go for the standard treatment from Katie?

My eyes narrowed at Katie. But then again, Katie ain’t shit at brushing.

Oh well, what do I care? This body isn’t even completely mine, why should I care if I look disheveled or sluggish. Actually, I should. I am occupying it and I actually do prefer to look good.  At least Katie won’t force anything girly in my mane while Mom on the other hand seems to be obsessed.  I can’t imagine what types of ‘enhancements’ she would add. It’s clear that she already has something planned if I ever do submit to womanhood, which is unlikely at the moment.
 
“Nah, I’m good Mom,” I pointed towards Katie. “I’ll just let blondie over here do it.”

I heard Dante snicker in the background while Katie glared at me. Judging by her expression, she isn't amused at my comment. I know she definitely isn’t gonna brush it off, but she is a blonde though and she knows I'm joking. Katie doesn't hate the playa, just the game.

“You’re blonde too, idiot.” Katie retorted.

I cringed. “No I’m not. It’s yellow, not blonde, dummy. There is a difference actually, since yours is clearly lighter, mines is darker.”

Katie nodded. “I see. “

 “How did you get those highlights, though?” Mom asked quizzically.

I shrugged.  “I don’t know. It just came with my transformation, I guess.”

“Well, I think it complements the rest of your body nicely.”

I blushed at the complement. “Gee, thanks. I actually think it’s a pretty good blend too. I mean, my fur is yellow so a warm color scheme for my mane actually fits.”

Katie yawned. “Yeah, but I think blue highlights would look good too.”

Is she dumb?

Mom and I exchanged a look. Katie shrugged her shoulders. “Yellow and blue makes green, so what’s the problem?”
I rolled my eyes. “That doesn’t mean it would look good! Blue is a brighter color and is closely associated with green. I can’t explain, but try visualizing someone’s hair with that color. Pure tacky…” I shivered at the thought.

“Yeah Katie, you might want to try some red in it,” Mom added.

Katie sighed.  “Whatever.  I don’t even like highlights in my hair.”

“I was actually thinking about dyeing my highlights out,” I said casually. “It’s not that it bothers me, but it seems to draw a lot of attention.”

Mom shook her head in disparity. “No! It looks good on you, it just needs to be brushed that’s all.” Mom eyes beamed. “I always wanted hair like that when I was a kid.”

“Well I never did. Looks like things don’t always go our ways, huh?” I snorted.

”It’s a shame. I really hope you don’t take them out though.” Mom maintained.

“Yeah Shawn, I admit it does suit you well.”

I frowned. “How does it suit me well? It doesn’t really represent me at all.”

Katie smiled. “It does actually. You just can’t see it.”

“Elaborate please!” I demanded.

Katie put a hand to her chin. “Hmm, I really explain any further. All I can say is your personality constantly reminds me of the same old Shawn I know, despite the circumstances.” I grinned.

Finally, a compliment that doesn’t make me feel awkward. It actually makes me feel prideful since I still act like a dude!

 “But I can totally picture you being this pony in an alternative universe.”

My grin faded and converted to a frown. “Gee, I wish I knew what that meant.”

Katie shrugged. “I honestly don’t know, but I still stand by it.”.

 “Yeah, seems legit,” I muttered sarcastically while dead panning.

“I actually knows what she is saying, Shawn,” Mom said this time

Wait, why are we even having this conversation? Since when did I become so invested in a conversation about hair? How did me distinguishing hair colors turn into a full-blown discussion regarding hair? That’s so… girly! How am I not noticing this stuff early? If this behavior keeps up, I’ll be saying ‘stop’ to Jessica, but it will be too late because she will already be in-

No! Let me not think those thoughts! Okay, this doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a conversation that never needed to happen, but Katie and Mom’s amiable nature led to me tagging along. I mean, if Dante were included it wouldn’t be so taboo. I really need to be more vigilant about things like this, but thinking too hard always gets me worked up like Mel Gibson.

“Just think about the-“

“Anyways! Katie and I should hurry and do it!” I interjected, causing the room’s speaker to break. My head shifted towards Katie. Katie was staring at me incredulously while my lips read, “let’s get out of here”.

“Uh…” Katie stuttered, choking on her words. “Well, see ya Mom.”
 
 “Say no more,” Mom interrupted while making a gesture with her hand. “You girls do what you gotta do to prepare.”

I grunted in aggravation. Apparently, Mom didn’t comprehend the message I conveyed yesterday. Those type of gender nouns numb my stimulus and causes me to halt my body movement and freeze. “I told you I’m not a-“

I was interrupted when Katie grabbed my arm. Katie extended her neck towards my ear and whispered, “Just forget about it” .

I sighed.  Never mind.

Look, just come out the closet, okay? You’re effeminate side is hanging out now.

Shut up.