Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be someone other than yourself? That’s something I’ve always asked myself throughout the course of my life, it feels like I don’t match with myself and it is both frustrating and confusing. When I look in the mirror I see a complete stranger or what everyone else sees when they look at me.
It’s funny how everyone can look at you and not see who you really are, I let out a bitter laugh as I stare at my so called reflection, dark blue fur, a brown mane and tail and golden brown eyes. I don’t even have a cutie mark yet and I’m what 18 now? All my friends have theirs and they can all proud of their special talents…my talents… not so much.
Now don’t get me wrong my life isn’t all doom and gloom, for the most part, I would say I’ve been living a happy life. What I have a problem with is…a hobby of mine…which became an addiction…which became a crutch…which finally became my greatest wish…
Imagine this every stallion around you, even your closest friends found something that they can excel in: sports, music, art, writing, acting and so on and everyone appreciates and loves them for their talents, now imagine that your greatest talent was something that was considered a touchy subject by a good portion of equestrian society.
Do tell me how many times have you seen somepony walk down the street and had you wondering was that a stallion or a mare?
My family and friends call me Kindling Spark, but my name is Hearth Fire…
…And I am a mare.
The warmth of the midday summer sun shone brightly upon the streets of Canterlot, I sat with my friends at our usual spot at Donut Joe’s. It was unusually busier than usual and it was hard to hear my friends chatting amongst themselves.
“Hey did you hear about the new store opening down the road?” One of the mares on the table behind me asked her friends. “It’s supposed to be owned by an extremely talented dress maker.” This is caught my attention immediately.
“Hey Kindling, did you hear what I said?” One of my friends, Flash Lance asked. I snapped out of my thoughts.
“A-Ah sorry I kind of zoned out there.” I said sheepishly, Flash Lance just shook his head.
“What are we going to do with you Kindling.” Flash just chuckled a bit, “I asked if you wanted to play some Hoofball?” I mentally cringed at the thought of playing the sport; as much as I wanted to hang out with my friends I had other plans.
“Sorry, I got to take care of something later maybe some other time.” I answered; Flash just shrugged and muttered a suit yourself before leaving with the others.
I made my way back home as quickly as I could, it would take a while to get myself ready, I was fortunate to have a small slender frame, if it wasn’t for that…thing between my legs you would think I was a mare. I let out a soft feminine giggle as began to get dressed for the occasion, while it is very common for ponies to go around in the nude you would often see ponies wear clothing amongst the crowds. I smiled as I put on my black lace stockings, panties and a matching black evening dress, I used a cosmetic spell to sort and style my normally unruly mane and tail into something more manageable and stylish, add a little lipstick, mascara and eye shadow.
While I admit to being far from the most attractive mare, I know I’m pretty enough to turn a couple of heads every so often. Confident in my appearance I made my way out the front door and toward this new clothes store I’ve been hearing so much about.
It was a cool evening tonight despite the fact the sun was still out, I sighed in contentment as made my way through the streets. The mutterings of other ponies I passed could be heard, the excitement of the new store opening or more precisely whoever the store owner was. I finally made my way the new store: the Carousel Boutique.
The inside of the store was huge, dresses of all kinds, colours and styles adorned the store. This was absolute heaven; I let out a happy giggle as I began to look through the dresses, admiring the designs and the sheer variety. I was so deep in my own personal heaven that I didn’t realise that I was the only pony left in the store.
“I’m sorry darling, but I am going to have to close the boutique soon.” A voice behind me said her voice full of amusement; I turned around letting out a small yelp of surprise. “Oh if you don’t mind me asking where did you get that outfit? It looks simply divine.”
“I-er…designed and made it myself.” I admitted, a blush adorned my cheeks. The marshmallow white unicorn examined me more closely.
“Hmm, it’s wonderfully made if it is a bit simple but it would simply rude of me to judge somepony for their tastes in style.” She said, “And your make up is very well done, it’s clear that you’ve had plenty of experience am I right?” I nodded dumbfounded, “May I ask your name?”
“I-I’m Hearth Fire.” I replied politely as I could.
“I’m Rarity; it is a pleasure to meet you darling.” She replied happily, “As much as I would like to continue this conversation, but I digress I have to close soon.”
“O-Oh I’m sorry.” I apologised, “I kind of got lost in the moment with all these wonderful dresses, I-I er couldn’t help myself.” Rarity just let out a giggle as she led me out of the boutique.
“Oh no need worry yourself darling,” Rarity said happily, “Why don’t you be a dear and come by tomorrow.” I nodded and told her I would see her then, as I headed out of the door Rarity simply said.
“I don’t mean to sound rude darling, but most mares don’t have that much of a sway in their step.” I froze in place at her comment, “But like I said come by tomorrow and we’ll talk.”