My Day with her/My Day with him
Morning:
When they came around
Oh, my arching everything…that was the first thought I had when I came to. I slowly got to my feet, my head still spinning from whatever hit me earlier. I gave my head a quick shake to remove what little cobwebs were left, and looked around as my senses returned fully.
I began to panic when I notice something was wrong. I knew I was in my apartment, but something was wrong with it. Everything was out of proportion, being nearly two times taller then it was a short while ago. I was looking around and noticed something disturbing. My neck was twisting in ways that shouldn’t be possible.
I would have panic, if I hadn’t spotted the semi-naked lady sprawl across my floor. My problems were instantly a thing of the past, as I walked over to the woman, and frown when as I took in her appearance. She was around my age, maybe a year younger then I. She was thin but not underweight. I notice that her skin was pale, but not sickly white. If anything, the girl’s skin remains me of a shut-in I once tried to date during college.
It was the hair, however, that really draw me in.
It was black, with a hint of what I believe to be lavender in it. But that’s not what got my attention, it was the pink and purple strips on this girl’s hair that was the real eye catcher. The first thought that popped into my head was about a certain princess on a cartoon show, but I quickly changed gears and decided that it was just the product of a really determined “FIM” fan.
Still…the detail was amazing. I can’t imagine the time and effort someone would put into getting Twilight Sparkle’s colors just right. I bet it was a pain to do as well. Still…who am I to judge what’s a fan want to do, right?
I frown when I notice the small scar around the girl’s forehead. Was she attacked before appearing in my room? I got a little closer so I can get a better view of the scar. It wasn’t bleeding, thank god. I also notice something really odd about the scar, it looks like something was attach to the skin and was ripped away, only to have the skin close up instantly after words.
But I wouldn’t know I’m no doctor. Still, I began looking over the woman’s body more thoroughly, just to be safe. Questions began to pop into my mind, like where did she come from? And how did she get into my apartment? I live on the third floor of my building, and never unlocked my door and windows until nine. I began to wonder if she had anything to do with that strange thing that appeared in my home.
I suddenly froze when I notice what was covering her body. It was just a pair of black boxer shorts and a black under shirt, nothing to fancy, and something that wouldn’t warrants another look, if you don’t count the small ketchup stain on the shirt.
That can’t be, but…that’s my shirt! The very same shirt I was wearing just a few minutes ago. I turned my neck around, and froze when I saw something. My body was covered in a crimson red coat, and what else did I see…a pair of wings, fold neatly to my side. Beyond the wings I could see a black tail with a crimson swirl inside of it. I notice something on my rear end and looked a closer to see…
“…Is that a cutie mark?” I asked and gasp when I heard my voice.
That wasn’t my voice…well, not since I was in high school. It was much too high for a grown adult man, maybe a teenager around 16 to 17, but not a grown man.
I decided to shake off my concerns about my voice, and instead focus on my new cutie mark. It was a simple design; an open book with a quill writing something down on it. I stared at the mark for good minute, before realization dawn on me. The mark, the coat, the WING…they could only mean one thing…
“…I gone pony!” I squeaked out weakly.
I was about ready to freak out, until a light moan directed my attention to the girl in front of me. Slowly but sure, she picked herself up, looking around in a daze. I felt my heart skip a beat when I got a good looked at those eye, those lavender eyes!
Have you ever watched a movie that’s kinda in the middle, you know, not that bad but that that good either? You know the ones I’m talking about, the kind of movie where the ending either makes or breaks the entire movie? Well, I think I just had one of those moments.
I looked into those eyes, and knew, without a shadow of a doubt, of who I was looking at, no matter how impossible it should have been.
“You’re Twilight Sparkle…”I said breathlessly.
Hearing my voice was enough to shake whatever cobwebs were left in Twilight’s head, and she looked at me with a gentle and somewhat relieved smile. She stood up and walked towards me, frowning when she noticed the height difference.
“Hello, I don’t believe we meant before?” Twilight said kindly and looked around. “Can you tell me where we are? I’m not familiar with this place.”
I made a sour face as I looked towards the ground. I really couldn’t say anything without giving away something that could possible caused Twilight to spiral out of control, if fanfic were to be believed.
“Well…” I paused to try and think up a good reason. Also, I wanted to try and find a way to break it to her about her body.
I didn’t get the chance to, as I heard a faint gasp, and looked at Twilight. She was looking at her hands, which meant she realized the change that came over her. But here where things got odd. Twilight was looking at her body with understanding instead of fear and curiosity, like I thought she would.
“I change again,” she muttered to herself examining the rest of her body. After she was done with her examination, she began looking around my apartment. “And this doesn’t look like any place in Canterlot High I been in, either.”
Change again…Canterlot High…I think my brain just exploded twice in one second. If what I was hearing was true then that meant only one thing, which actually made things a little easier.
I cleared by throat to gain the young princess attention, which worked. I paused suddenly, recalling the words of my dearly departed father.
“Remember, sometime it better to tell the truth. The truth may hurt, but a lie can do much worse.”
I smiled at that old memory, but didn’t dwell on it as I looked at the princess before me. She was patiently waiting for me, and I wasn’t going to keep a princess waiting.
“Pardon me, princess,” I said, trying to sound as formal as I could. “But I not exactly a pony and you’re in my apartment, if that’s helps.”
Twilight did something I wasn’t expecting her to do; she gasped in embarrassment and covered her private areas, as a heavy blush started to form. This action not only surprised me but Twilight as well, as she began to stammer.
“I-I don’t why, but all of sudden I’m feeling very self-conscious about myself,” she said weakly. “Do you have anything I could wear?”
Okay, that wasn’t something I was expecting from Twilight Sparkle, part of a species who don’t wear cloths on a regular basis. But then again, who was I to deny the request of a princess.
“Well, I think there’s by something left from my sister’s last visit,” I replied helpfully. “Just follow me.”
“Thank you,” Twilight said gratefully, and let out a small gasp. “Oh, forgive me, I never introduce myself. I’m Twilight Sparkle. And who are you?”
“I’m Kenshin Jones,” I replied kindly, not looking at the pony-turned-human for fear of letting something slip.
I led the pony princess to my spare room, where I hope to find something for Twilight to wear. During our short journey, I become painfully aware of something. I wasn’t having any problems moving in this new body of my. I cast a glance at my guest, and realized she wasn’t having problems with her body either. Then again, if she was a princess already, then it wasn’t a surprise she was slightly familiar with a humanoid body. Still, the way she was acting was cause for concern, and probably have to be address once this clothing issue is clear up.
Once we reached the spare bedroom, I set about finding anything that might be of use. It didn’t take me long to find a suitable outfit for the visiting pony princess. All it really was was a pair of tan kakis, a purple sweater, and a pair of comfortable flats. I had to instruct Twilight a little due to a number of reasons I don’t want to go into at the moment. But once we got the clothing problem clear up, another problem showed itself.
“Umm, not that I’m grateful but do you have anything else to wear?” Twilight asked awkwardly, fighting to keep the over size sweater on her petit body.
Ok, I know my sister isn’t the smallest of women, but I never realized how much of Amazon she truly was, until this moment. Twilight was basically swimming on my sister’s outfit. But I guess that shouldn’t have been all that surprising, the women of my family were always on the big side.
“Sorry, but that’s all I could find, and I don’t think any of my stuff would do much better,” I said honestly. “Is there anything you can do?”
“Hmmm…” Twilight put a finger to her chin in thought. “I do know an alteration spell, but-” the pony-turned-human closed her eyes and groan as she tried to do something. “-I can’t seem to use magic in this form. What about you…? You’re an Alicorn, maybe you might be able to help?”
I blinked three times, one thought cycling through my head. I was an alicorn…I thought I was just a Pegasus. I reluctantly reached for the top of my head with my right front hoof, and sure enough I have a horn. Well…I guess you learn something new every second. Before I could get lost in this new information, another thought popped into my head.
“Umm, Princess, I don’t know if you didn’t get drift early, but I’m not really a pony, so I really don’t know any magic,” I explained sheepishly.
Twilight’s face change to one of understanding, and walked up to me, struggling to hold her oversized outfit on. She patted me on the head reassuringly, and I felt myself relax slightly. I really couldn’t explain it, but having her pat me on head like that was really comforting.
“Don’t worry, I will guide you through the steps,” Twilight said reassuringly.
“Umm, would I need to know your measurements or anything like that?” the second though words left my mouth, my right fore hoof went to my mouth, accidentally smacking myself in the chin.
If there’s one thing any self-respecting man knows it’s this; you never ask a woman her measurements. That’s a surefire way to have a hand to your face faster then they could count. I started to relax slightly when I realized something. Twilight is a pony, and thereby world have no knowledge of what I was talking about.
I never saw the punch coming. I felt it as it connected to my face, and the last I saw before blacking out for a second time that morning, was the shocked face of a certain pony princess.