//------------------------------// // Episode Three: A Rare Sight in The Morning // Story: My Little Pony: Equestria Girls-Mini: Season Of Change // by Masters-of-the-Elements //------------------------------// My Little Pony: Equestria Girls-Mini Episode Three: A Rare Sight in the Morning The life of a Meta-sexual male is never an easy one, I should know, I have been one since I was 13. I have endured the numerous taunts, commits, rumors, and many other things that people had threw at me. Mostly they call me fag and gay, not really imaginative and I can usual just shrug off the commits real easy. But I can insure you this; I…Am…One…Hundred…Percent…Straight! I may like things like designer clothes and worry about my skin complexion a little, but that doesn’t make me like girls any less. In fact, because of my life choices, most girls feel that they could confine in me. I often find myself with juicy secrets that no other boy would know. I would never reveal what I learn, of course. I prided myself on being a gentleman, and I would never reveal anything that someone else had told me without their permission. I believe I starting to get off topic here, so let’s start with my name, shall we? My name’s Richard Brook and I just turned eighteen last month. I remember going to a party with my best friends last night, and helping them to their homes afterwards. I went home myself and went straight to bed. That’s where I was when I turn over onto my front, and was painfully awaken by a rolling onto something. I jumped up, and get myself tangled in my imported silk sheets. I fell off my bed a second later, and began to fight to free myself. I got untangled a minute later, and was meant with a most unusual sight on my chest. “Are those…my?” I asked softly, not even remotely aware of the changes in my voice. I slowly brought up my hand, and lightly touched an item that I shouldn’t have, namely breasts. I was stunned, to say the last. I didn’t have these when I want to bed last night, and I wasn’t even drunk so I think I would notice if I had grown them last night. But those weren’t the only changes to come over me. I looked at my arm and notice just how slender it has become. I never had much muscle on me, but my arms were always a little on the big side. This due to having big bones runs in my family, both of sides of my family. Only that wasn’t the case anymore. I suddenly became curious about the rest of me, and stood up, only to fall backwards onto my bed. Oh yeah, forget about the little something extra on me chest. I was lucky that I got a deluxe extra soft bed or that might had ended a little more worse. Once I had righted myself, I looked to my right, where I keep a full body mirror, for morning emergencies, and nearly fainted on the spot. Instead of seeing a five foot, ten inch tall boy, with a wide body and light red skin, I saw a girl about 5’ 5” with a slender body and light skin tone. Then there was my hair; it was a light purple and curled deeply on my right side. Then there were my eyes. Last night there were red, but today they are a light blue. But none of this matter at the moment, my entire attention was on the night gown that had replaced my usual sleeping attire of silk pajama. It was made of simple silk, a dull grayish white, and sleeveless. The skirt went down to my legs but was still short enough not to cover my feet. I frown as I turned to my right, and saw a tail in the same style of my hair. That’s when I saw it, a trio of diamonds around the space of my thighs. I looked at my reflection suddenly feeling like the biggest idiot on the face of the planet. How could I miss it? I look a lot like Rarity from that TV show “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic”. I’m not a huge fan of the show, actually just watching it out of boredom. I still know enough about the show to know the features of the pony my friends considered my favorite. About the only thing I was missing was the light-blue mascara, and I would look like a human Rarity. “Oh my…” I said and immediately gasped when I heard the voice of Rarity instead of my own. I might have panic attack then and there, if the sound of footsteps didn’t draw my attention to my door. A light knocked came a second later, followed by a voice that really did causes me to have a panic attack. “Richard? Are you okay? I thought I heard something just now?” Crap, it was my father, Samuel Brook, and he was about to open my door without waiting for a response. Without much thought into it, I ran clumsily to the door and threw my body against it. I regretted that action almost immediately. It rubbed my new breasts the wrong way and sends a wave of pain up my body. I needed to bit my lower lip to keep myself from crying out loud. “Richard! What was that for?” my father asked, his voice near voided of any emotion. I began to sweat like a pig, my mind trying to figure out what to say next. As I was having this little mental break down, a part of my mind began to race with a different kind of thought. My father is a scientist, a geneticist actually. If there was one person in this entire world that could help me, it was my father. Still….my father was a man of intelligence, someone who thinks with his head instead of his heart. What if he doesn’t believe me? Or what if he thinks I’m just pulling a prank on him? My father isn’t a judgmental type, but there was still the possibly of him not believing me, and for reasons I couldn’t fully understand that made me more afraid of facing him then before. Father knocked on my door again, only slightly harder and called in his collected voice, “Richard, what’s going on in there? If you’re worried about me seeing you because you’re a mess from having a hangover, I can insure you that holding back the door wouldn’t help it.” I wince under my breath at that thought. The stuff we had at the party was pretty lightweight. Most of my friends were able to walk in a straight line when I took them home, some even changed into their sleeping attire when I led them to their rooms. I let that thought drop as I began my internal debut again. Should I just let my father in and try to explain myself? Or would it be better for me to somehow bolt my door shut, and try to find a way to escape. I think I went back and forth for a full minute until I finally reached a decision, and I was kicking myself for it. “Alright, but you must promise me you wouldn’t overreact when you see me,” I said weakly, not even bothering to try and change my voice in anyway. I stepped away from door and it opened a second later. My dad’s in his fifties but doesn’t look like it. His face barely had any wrinkles to it, and his hair has only a small amount gray around the ears. Today he was dressed in a pair of gray sweat and a matching shirt. I barely noticed the outfit as his eyes bare into me, the unknown woman in his son’s room. There’s one thing I can say about my father that I was incredibly grateful at the moment; he gives people chances, even to someone he never meant before. I sigh faintly, and began going over things. There had to be something I could use to prove who I was, something that only my father and I would know. Something that under no conditions whatsoever I would tell to another person. I suddenly wince out loud, drawing an eyebrow from father. There was one thing I knew that had stayed between us for nearly my entire life. The reason behind that is simple; neither of us wanted to damage our pride in front of our peers. I pressed the tips of my finger together, and said in a flat voice that lack any of Rarity’s refinement,” When I was seven, you use to call my a cuddle wuddly bear because of all the bear suits mother loved to dress me in.” My dad’s eyes widen ever so slightly at that little secret, one would miss it if they didn’t know what to look for. I nearly missed it because I was looking at my still joined finger tips. I could feel that my entire face beating red and getting redder by the second. I never been this embarrass when I had told or been told that before. So why was I suddenly feeling like the world was about to end. Like this was the worse…thing…EVER! I suddenly gasp when something click with me, something I don’t think most bronies knows about. Rarity’s self-couscous about herself! From the way she walks, to way she talks, and how she fusses over her appearance. She tries her hardest to present herself as a refine woman, or mare, in her case. And for better or worse I was starting to develop these habits. “Richard! What happened to you?” my father’s voice, ever still and calm, brought me out of my own musings. I looked up at father and notice his face had regain its stoic nature. I did notice how weird his eyes looked; they were studying me like a wild animal studies it prey before pouncing. I would admit that it made me feel a little nervous to be studied by my own father in such way. “I…don’t know, father,” I said meekly, after moment longer of silence. “I just woke up like this.” “Hmm…” the look in father’s eyes changed and I knew what that meant. He got closer and began to look me over. I could feel my cheeks start to burn as my father began looking me over with his eyes. If there was thing I hated more then being called gay, it was having someone staring at me intently. And it was much worse since a member of my family was the one starting at me. “Richard…you and your friends want to a party last night, right?” I nodded weakly and father took that as cue to continue. “What did you do exactly? I was up when you go home, and saw you head straight to bed. So I can rule out that something was in the beer.” I sigh faintly and looked at my gown. Once you get past the stoic expression that always on his face, father’s a flexible guy. He’s actually okay with underage people drinking, as long as it controlled and not to strong, and one does it in the confines of one house, then everything’s square. “No father,” I said meekly. “I was the unfortunate looser of a game to determine which one of us would be the sober driver. And the stuff they had there wasn’t even that strong. My friends were able to walk in a straight line when I took them home, and some were even able to change into their sleeping attire before falling into their beds.” “Hmm…” Father cupped chin between his right index finger and thumb, and began to circle me. I needed to move to my right slightly so he would have the needed room. “Are you sure you didn’t have anything at that party you weren’t supposed to have…And is that a tail I see?” I sigh again and crane my neck so I could look at my father from the corner of my right eye. “No father, all I had was a diet soda and I don’t think I-AAAOW!” I snapped around, hands thrusting to my bottom as I glared weakly at my father. My father had pulled on my tail harder then he should have and sent pain up my back like no tomorrow. Father had a mild surprise expression at my sudden actions. “FATHER!” I screeched harshly. “Don’t do that! That hurts!” And for first time in my entire life I saw my father’s trademark stoic face gave away completely, and any discomfort I was feeling was instantly forgotten. “That’s not good, not good at all,” father muttered softly, which scared me that much more. “If you felt that, then it’s not just a cosmetic implant.” Again, I felt fear swell up in me. To see my father, a man who rarely show emotions, looked so out of it wasn’t helping my own anxiousness either. I was so anxious that I began to fidgeting with my hair. If something doesn’t happen soon I think I would faint from everything I was feeling at the moment. A suddenly noise filled the room, and I felt my anxiousness give away to embarrassment. I looked down at my stomach, where the noise came from, and a hint of disgust worked its way into my face. To have one stomach growl in such a manner was highly unbecoming of a lady such as me. I gasp faintly as the gravity of my own thoughts sank in. I could feel my embarrassment give away slightly and my anxieties return. Those thoughts just now…there were just so…Rarity. It seems I was right, the longer I’m like this, the more like the character I become. So…how do I feel about that? I didn’t get a chance to think far, as father cleared his throat to gain my attention. I looked up and notice he had regained his stoic face, though something was hidden deep within his features. “I take it you didn’t eat while at the party?” father asked calmly. I frown in disgust as I recalled all of the food that was at the party. It was mostly covered in fatty oil and grease, which would have done a disastrous number on my skin. The thought about touching that slump made my skin crawl. So, no, I didn’t have anything after dinner last night, but I didn’t tell that to father, I just smiled at him sheepishly. My father got the message, and sigh faintly. “I hope you’re satisfied with some dry toast and tea,” father replied stoically. “With your mother and sister due back early Monday night, that all I can offer you.” I just nodded meekly and turned to leave my room. I suddenly lost my balance, once again thanks to my new forward equipment, and fall backwards. I was lucky that father was behind him and was able to get catch me. I looked up into his stoic face, feeling my own face starting to redden again. “Hmm…you’re lighter and shorter as well…interesting,” father mused analytically. Father then helped me to stand and even put his arm around my shoulder for added balance. I couldn’t stop myself from leaning onto my father’s body, as we proceeded to the first floor and into the kitchen. Maybe this was just the moment, but I felt a strong sense of safety being so closed to my father. I think I can now understand what my sister’s feels when father’s holding her. I couldn’t help but smile slightly. I was starting to think that being turned into a girl wasn’t so bad after all. I could do without the tail, however. (…) True to his word, father had made breakfast and while not much, it did settle the rumble in my stomach and that gave me a little more energy to think. Father must have sense this as well, because he began asking questions again. There weren’t anything too bad, just the usual questions; like if I ate anything out of the ordinary before the party. I gave the same answer for all the questions that fathered asked of me, and that lift him and me in utter confusion. 20 minutes after breakfast, father bit the bullet and asked if he could get some samples from me. I didn’t say no, and he quickly retreated to his study, where his tools were located. I was left alone with my thoughts, and I began to feel anxious again. Old thoughts began to resurface, and I could feel myself fidgeting as those thoughts weren’t go away. Finally, to keep myself from having a nervous breakdown, I decided to work on my walking. Thanks to father I had gotten a sense of balance while walking to the kitchen, but I was still uneasy on standing on my own two feet. I was thankful that the diner room was large enough that I could walk without anything getting in my way. I slowly stood up, keeping myself sturdy via the table. I took it easy, keeping my hands firmly on table until I’m certain I am stable. Once I was sure I had enough footing, I slowly moved my left hand away from the table. I held it out to my side, in a pose I have seen new gymnastic do when they’re first learning how to balance on a beam. Once I was sure I was balanced, I removed my other hand, and treated it the same as my left arm. “Baby steps, baby steps,” I repeated to myself nervously as I began to walk round, feeling awkward because of how I held myself. I think five minutes pasted before I got causal walking down, and I still nearly tripped four times. Another four minutes passed before I was confident enough to walk without using my arms for support. Another three minute past, and I was strolling like I was on a catwalk, feeling strangely confident in my new body. I actually imagine that I was on a catwalk, modeling some of the latest fashion around. I even imagine myself in an outfit I have never seen before. The outfit was simple, but that’s were the elegant lays. The skirt of the dress was divided in two, with the front stopping short of the thighs, and the sides reaching towards the ankles. I wore a pair of dress shoes with two-inch heels. The top of my dress was sleeveless with a large collar reaching down the center of my chest. I were also wearing gloves that reached passed the elbows, and to top it all off was a single gold necklace tight around my neck. The entire outfit was a light pink color or a dark magenta color. I really didn’t know; outside of the basic black and white, I always had trouble with colors. I giggled as I realized I had seen my imaginary dress before. It was a human version of the dress Rarity had made in that season-three episode. You know the one where Pinkie Pie uses a magic pool to make clones. Yeah, not one of my favorites, but arguable the one that get me interest in the show in the first place. I once again giggled to myself, as I let all my other thoughts leave me, and continue to get lost in my imaginary fashion show. I know that I was getting lost in my inner Rarity and to be blunt, I didn’t care. I liked the feeling of being able to work again without the fear of falling flat on my face. My bless was short lived, however. “Wow, now I know what James meant when he said having a pretty daughter is one of the wonders of the world…” I let out a small eep, and came back to reality to see my father staring at me in wonder, his stoic face replaced with one of fatherly awe. I looked down and noticed that, at some time in my little dream world, I had taken hold skirt of my gown and had lifted it so I could move better. I felt myself blushing wildly as I realize the awkwardness of the event. I frown as my father’s words came to me. You know the sister he mentioned before? Well, she’s a tomboy, been one since she was six, and never really grew out of it, even during puberty. Admittedly, everyone in the family has been little disappointed with this little development. Father never had the chance to gash over his cute daughter, mother never got those mother/daughter shopping bonding trips, and me…Well, I have to endure much teasing from my 15-year-old sister. I take it all in good humor after all it was unladylike to lower myself to such standards. I would have become disturbed by thoughts, if I didn’t catch the last of my father’s words. I blink twice and looked at my father in puzzlement. “What did you say father?” I asked in slight confusion. “I was asking if you take a seat so I could get my samples,” Father repeated calmly. I couldn’t stop a light blush from forming on my cheeks, as I nodded meekly, and returned to my seat. “Since the skin would take the longest, I would do the hair and blood first,” Father explained as I felt him moving behind me. I couldn’t stop the light shudder that escaped me. Even before my transformation, I have always considered my hair a treasure and now that Rarity’s traits are starting to merge with my own thoughts, I consider my hair even more important. “Please, just be gentle father, and try not to cut it so any part would be uneven,” I replied reluctantly. “Don’t worry, all I took was a simple strain,” Father replied reassuringly. “Now, relax your arm on the table.” I did as I was asked, and watched as father took out a needle and I felt the blood drain from my face. I could only watch up to the point where father tipped my arm to expose a vein, and then I needed to look away. I have always had a problem with needles, and since becoming Rarity, my fear had seems to have gotten worse. I wince slightly as I felt the needle enter into my skin, and needed to use all of my self-control to reframe from hitting father. “Good, now all that’s left is the skin,” father said calmly, and I heard a cap snap. I looked at father as he put the needle away, and took out some kind of scrapper. I watched as father began running it lightly across my skin. It wasn’t painful or anything, but I couldn’t help but shiver when the cold steel touched my flesh. Now comes the waiting and the silence, and I hate the silence, it gives me too much time to think. “Father…I have often been curious as to why you work in this small town?” I asked, saying the first thing that popped into my head. “I mean, with your skills you probably could have worked in some of the bigger and best names in the field.” Father chuckled dryly, as he finished his work, and put away his tools away. He straightened up and looked me in the eyes. “A lot of my ideas and theories are considered unconventional by my peers,” father replied calmly. I titled my head to right slightly, confused by my father’s words. True, I actually didn’t understand much of his work, but father was still an intellect person, so why would others consider his idea unconventional? Father must have sensed my confusion because he chuckle dryly as he took his seat at the table. “Do you know what my college graduation paper was about?” I shook my head no, and father just chuckle again. “Not surprising, I really don’t talk about that time very much.” Again, I just stared at father in confusion, and father chuckled dryly again. I was actually starting to get a little crept out by that, this was the first time I have seen my father like this and it was a little freaky. I guess father sense my discomfort, and decided to turn serious. “I have theorized that survival plays an important part in the evolutional cycle,” father explained seriously. I tried really hard, I truly did, but I couldn’t stop the few wayward giggles that escaped me. I frown in discomfort when I notice the disheartened looked my father was suddenly sporting. But I couldn’t help it, it sounded funny, and I wasn’t all that smart either. “Sorry father,” I apologized weakly. “It’s just that it sounds funny, and you have tutor me since I was fourteen and I still only make average grades in both bio and science and even I find that to be…” I paused long enough to think on a proper word that wouldn’t hurt my father’s feelings. I didn’t get that chance, however, and what I heard next made my heart sink. “…Ridiculously stupid?” father said in deadpan. I wince slightly at father’s tone. I was now officially crept out. Like I said before, time and time again, my father’s a man of few expressions, but even I know when he deadpans it never means anything good. Thankfully, and like the rest of the morning, my father had sense my discomfort, and decided to try and ease my discomfort. “That’s one of the mean reasons why I feel content working at A&W Labs. A lot of people there are more opened-minded about my ideas. Besides, those Sunday nights poker games at the Junes’ family-” my father suddenly stopped mid-stream, and gawk at me with wide-eyes. I stared at father in puzzlement, and watched as his face pale slightly. I was seriously crept out, more so then a few minutes ago. I had never seen this reaction in my father before, and it was causing a pit to form in the bottom of my stomach. Still…I tried to keep myself composed as I said, “Father…what’s wrong. Is there something on my fa-gah?” I let out a scream that could shatter glass as I lifted my hand to my face. There, growing on my hand at a rapid pace was white fur. I watched, in stun silence, as the fur rapidly moved up my hand, reaching the wrist and going farther. The fur reached my elbow within seconds and then went over my breast line, and down my other arm. I could feel the accursed fur spread over the rest of my body. “R-Richard, yo-your face!” father stammered breathlessly. I was close to hyperventilating at this point, but my curiosity got the best of me, and I lightly touched my face with my hand. It was more pushed out then it should be, and I think my nose had grown, as well. My hand began to shake something fierce as I raised it to the top of my head. I could feel something twitching close to the top of my head. Something that, by all rights, shouldn’t be there! Well…that was the final straw for me. My head began swimming as my version blurred. I could hear my father’s voice, trying to reach me and tell me something. My brain couldn’t process anything at the moment, and I did the only logically sane thing…I fainted. (…) The first thought I had as I slowly returned to the waking world was very simple; please let what I just experienced be a dream. That hope was dashed quite quickly, when I felt something rubbing against the table. I slowly opened my eyes, and was meant with a very unfortunate sight. My hand still covered in white fur. I sigh faintly as I straightened up and said the first thing that came to mind, “How long was I out?” “About 12 minutes,” Father replied offhandedly. “You also have a textest from someone.” I sighed faintly at father’s poor use of modern terms, and looked at my father, who just happens to be standing to my right. Everything was immediately forgotten when I noticed the light gray multi-pocketed vest that father was examining. Where did that came from? I certainly don’t have anything like that in my belongings. “Father? Where did that come from?” I asked curiously. Father looked at me, and I knew from that look in his eyes that he was just as puzzled as I am. “I honestly don’t know. I heard a noise, and when I went to investigate it, I found your phone in this,” Father explained calmly. My phone…I usual keep my phone in my jacket pocket, if I’m not charging it. And if I remember correctly I put my jacket away in the closet near the kitchen. Wait…my phone. I looked to my left and saw my Android sitting on the table. I frown as I picked up the device. My phone has been black since the day I got it. That wasn’t the case anymore. Now it was white, about the same shade as my new coat. And on the back of the device was my cutie mark. Only it wasn’t a sticker or some sort of decal, but it looks engraved on it. I shake off the creepiness I was feeling, as I turned it so I could see the screen. My eyes snapped open when I read the name on my screen. I quickly opened the message and read it. I read it a second time to insure that it was corrected, and suddenly, everything I felt this morning was of minor importance. “Father! I have to go!” I said urgently, standing. I tried to hurry to my room to find something to wear, but father stopped me by grabbing my wrist. “Richard… what’s wrong. What was that message about?” Father asked calmly. I snapped my head around and aimed a sharp glare at my father. I flattered when I saw my father aiming a much more powerful glare at me. If there was one thing about my father that I was actually afraid of…it was his glare. It was just something about the eyes, like they could burn a hole through you. I sigh slightly and relax my body the best I could. Father also relax slightly, but kept his hold on my wrist. I got a little closer to relieve whatever tension was lift in it, and looked at my father right in the eyes. “That message was from Frank Simons. It seems he had undergone a similar change to my own, and is close to a panic attack,” I explained quickly. “I have to go to him as soon as possible.” Father removed his hand from wrist and folded both arms over his chest. Oh, I know that look, and I wasn’t going to like it. “Frank…he’s the boy with the bitter bones, correct?” I nodded and father took that as his cue to continue. “And if I remember correctly, he was involved in a small accident that left him with a badly injured leg, right?” I cast my eyes down as I tried to cast that horrible memory from my mind. I don’t want to remember that time, when I foolishly accepted a dare, and my friend tried to stop me. It didn’t end well, and my friend was hurt, all because I was stupid. “Yes father, he was in accident,” I replied solemnly. “And that’s why I have to go.” “I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” Father said calmly. I snapped my head and glared at my father. My best friend was in a panic, and father was against the idea? He just doesn’t understand…I need to go and help my friend. “What’s the matter father?” I snapped angrily. “My best friend is in trouble and you don’t think I should help him out? I don’t care that I had turned into a girl, father! I’m going to help by best friend, and that’s final!” Father looked at me stoically, and without a word walked up to me. He then did something quite unexpected; he wrapped me in a tight, fatherly embrace. I was so surprise by the action, I felt my temper cool and find myself reluctantly returning the gesture. “I don’t care that you’re a girl now. I’m more worried what people would think if they see a bipedal horse walking around,” my father said in a surprisingly soft voice. “I just don’t want anything bad to happen to my child.” With that I felt my anger completely subside, and I embraced him completely, feeling my phone jabbing into his back, but I knew it didn’t bother him. Because of his stoic nature I often forget how kind and caring my father truly is. Still…a friend is in danger and scared, and I may not become the Element of Loyalty, but I wasn’t one to leave a friend behind. “I’m sorry for losing my temper, father,” I apologized sincerely. “But I still have to go. I’m not leaving a friend in distress.” Father sighs and pulled away from me but kept his arms around me. “I know, and I can’t blame you for that. But what do you plan to do after you reached him?” father asked seriously. I frown as I turned my father’s word around in my head. What would I do once I reached my friend? Oh, how I do wish Rupert was here. He’s far better at planning then I. Wait…Rupert! He’s has a car! He could go and pick up Frank! I released myself from father and quickly looked to my phone, cycling through my address book until I found the proper number. I passed the number without a second thought, and turned on my speaker as I waited for the call to connect. I didn’t have wait long for my call to be answered, and what I heard next nearly caused me to faint. “Listen Richard, I know I may sound different, but it’s me.” If my face wasn’t covered in white fur it probably would have paled to a sickly white. Though the voice was far different from what I was used to, I would never forget that tone. But that voice…I can’t forget it either. “Rupert…YOU TURNED INTO RAINBOW DASH!” I squeaked loudly in surprised. “Yeah…and judging from your voice, you either turned into Rarity or her little sister Sweetie Belle,” Rupert replied with surprising sarcastic wit. I felt a twitch of anger build in me. I know my voice is now different, but I don’t think that warrants the tone my friend was taking with me. Besides, I think my voice sounds so much better then the sister of the pony I have become. Also, there’s no reason to take such a tone with a lady should as I. I didn’t care at the moment that my thoughts had once again shifted to a Rarity-Pattern. I was more concern with scolding my rude friend. Before I could act, however, father gently grabbed my phone from me. “Mister Douglaston...Am I to understand that you have undergone a similar transformation like my son?” father asked stoically. I heard a sigh come from my phone, followed by my friend’s voice, “Yeah, should have know Richard would have his phone on speaker. And yes, I have change, like your son. Also, a good friend of our Tina Springs had also changed,” Rupert explained calmly. I felt my small bound of anger disappear, as I recalled why I call Rupert in the first place. I gestured for my phone back, and father reluctantly handed it to me. It was clear he would like to hear more about our friend, but I also had matters that needed attended as well. “Rupert-Darling-” I nearly bit my lip when I said that, but pressed onwards, “-the reason I called is that Frank had also changed, and I was wondering if you could pick him up with your car.” The line suddenly went quiet. I don’t know if it was from my earlier line or something else entirely. I looked at my father, and he just looked at me calmly. Finally, after a near minute of tense silence, my friend spoke. “Sorry, but that’s a no go. My car’s in the shop. Something’s wrong with the muffler. What about your dad? Can’t he pick up Frank?” Now it was my father’s turn to sigh, and I titled the phone toward him, so my friend could hear him better. “Sadly, Mister Douglaston, my wife has my car and wouldn’t be back until some time tomorrow,” father replied reluctantly. The line went silence for a moment and I fear my friend may have hanged up on me. I quickly dismissed that though. Rupert wasn’t the type to hang up on people. “Okay, Tina’s coming here. Maybe you get Frank and we can talk about this once we are all together,” Rupert said calmly. I bit my lip, unsure of how to proceed next. The words of my father were stilling ringing in my head. Thankfully father was there to pick up where I left off. “Mister Douglaston, why would my son need to go over to your place?” he asked calmly. “No offence doc, but my place is pretty out there. There’s a lot less of a chance of someone spotting us out here. Besides, it better then sitting on our new tails, and playing with our thumbs,” Rupert replied. I frown as I stared at the phone as something came to my mind. My friend was being a bit sarcastic. The only time Rupert gets sarcastic is when something is causing him stress. That didn’t fill me with confidence, but I tried to hide it as I spoke. “I understand. I would see what I can do.” I hanged up, and looked at my father. I was surprise to see his face betraying his thoughts for once. I could tell a number of emotions were going through him, and to tell the truth, it scared me. “You know I’m against this, right?” father asked stressfully. I sigh faintly and looked at my phone. “I am father,” said softly, looking at him. “But you can’t deny Rupert’s logic, and you know I would never leave a friend in distress.” Father sigh heavily, but nodded. I smiled gratefully, and was preparing to leave when my father couch to get my attention. “Ahem, are you going out like that?” father asked disapprovingly. It took me only a moment to realize what he meant and I looked down at my grown. I looked at my father as a heavy blush started to form. “Right, off I go to get proper,” I said awkwardly. I then hurry off to my room, to find something to wear. Now, all I needed to worry about is what to wear. (…) It turns out finding a suitable outfit wasn’t that hard. When I had entered my room, it was there, where I set my old outfit last night. It even had a fresh, clear smell coming from it, like it been washed recently and hung out to dry in a spring breeze. But I wasn’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth, heck I’m part horse now. So I quickly changed into the new outfit. I will spare you (and me) the embarrassment of what Transpire next, and just tell you about my fabulous new outfit. The outfit was a simple one-piece dress, no sleeves and a skirt that hugs my thighs. The dress was a baby blue, and there was a strip of yellow running down the sides of the dress and outlining the rim of the skirt. I was also wearing knee high boots, matching the color of my dress perfectly. I also found a gold bracelet which now rest smugly on my right wrist, and a pair of diamond shaped earrings which were now in my ears. Funny, I didn’t even realize I had pierced ears until I noticed the earrings. I also noticed that my cutie mark had disappeared from my grown when I had removed it, and moved to my dress. But those small details were lost on me, as frown at my appearance in my mirror. No, my mane wasn’t out of order, I had comb it into Rarity’s usual style after getting dressed. No, what was bugging me wasn’t the dress itself, it was simply fabulous and went really well with my new coat. It was just…something seems to be missing. For some reason all that comes to mind is that vest father found. I could imagine myself wearing that vest, completing this outfit. I quickly shook my head to clear it. Now wasn’t the time to be caught up in my Rarityness, and hurried out of my room. I returned to the kitchen to find father examining my vest and phone now. “Father, may I have my items back?” I asked politely. Father looked at me, and his eyes widen ever so slightly one might miss it if they weren’t looking for it. He quickly regained his composure, and handed me my items. I gently set my phone on the table and looked at the vest. It was simple, with multi-pockets, like I have stated before. In fact, if I’m not mistaken this is one of those sewer’s vests. You know the type that sewers wear so they didn’t have to go and find their items? I guess that shouldn’t be surprising, I’m the near splitting image of an up and coming fashion designer. I let those thought fade into the back of my head, as I slip the vest on. It was a smug fit, covering my new body size perfectly. With my outfit now complete, I was ready to set out. I grabbed my phone and pocketed it. I was about to head out when I was stop by a light noise from my father. “Before you go, I think this might help.” I turned too looked at him, and saw father holding a pale green trench coat and matching hat, a fedora. I frown at him, but before I could say a thing father could me off. “If you even make one fashion related sentence, I would force this onto you.” Though his voice was void of any emotion, I knew when it was time to claim up and play the good son-turned-daughter. So I just closed my trap and nodded meekly. Father’s face was stoic as ever, as he moved to me and helps me into the crime against fashion. I find myself swimming in the thing, but it stayed on me. Father most has done something to keep the item on my new petit body. “Now, if you keep you’re hands in the coat’s pocket no one should be able to see them,” Father explained as he put the hat on my head. “The Fedora is going to be the problem. Because of your horn, the hat would be loose. But if you keep your head title at a 80 degree angle, my hat should cast enough shadow to hide your alter face.” I nodded slightly, feeling the hat move around my head. I really glad I don’t have anything to see myself with I think I would faint on the spot. I quickly focused on the task at hand, and was readying to move out, when father pulled me into a tight hug. “I’m still against this, understand?” father said softly. “I know,” I replied kindly, wrapping my father in a hug. “But this is something I had to do.” Father sigh and pulled away from me, but still kept his hands on me. He didn’t say a word, but he didn’t need to. I flashed him a reassuring smile as I slowly pulled myself free. I kept my smile on as I made my way to the exit, a sense of propose burning in my mind. Hold on Frank, I’m coming.