//------------------------------// // Prologue: The Birth // Story: The life of Bent-G.: The one who has to choose // by NicLove //------------------------------// Prologue: The Birth It was a calm day, the sky was partially covered with gray & white clouds, the rain was trickling down onto the straw covered houses of the small town of Ponyville. My mother and my father were in the hospital, talking with the doctor with a confused look on their face. “What do you mean by ‘our foal is both’?” my father exclaimed. “It’s like I said, your foal is both a colt and a filly.” The doctor explained, “Like you can see," the doc said while he was picking me up in his left foreleg, and pointed between my legs with his right hoof "your foal has both a colt’s stallionhood and a filly’s marehood. Both of them, fully developed. We have the technology to...remove one of them. Which one would you want? I’ll leave you alone to decide.” After the doctor left, my father turned to my mom. (Before I was born, they had both agreed that they would be happy and accept whatever sex that I would be born with.) But now they had to choose and agree on which one they wanted the most. My father said, “I want a son! To play sports with, teach him how to shave, all the guy things!” My mom looks at him. “And I want a daughter! To play with dolls with, give her make-overs, everything that mothers and daughters do together.” My father looked at her decisively with a questioning look and his face implying “What makes you say that our son would like to do those...girly things” My mom looked at him back, with a deadpan face and said, "What makes you so sure that our daughter would want to do those...brutish actions?” They could both see that they couldn’t agree on what gender I should be. “If only we knew what our foal is going to be in the future,” my mom said. My dad looked at her with an idea in his head. “How about we let our foal choose?” “How do you plan to do that? Our foal just literally got born!” She replied. “Simple!” My father went and asked a nurse for two dolls. He came back with two dolls in his magical grasp. One was a blue dinosaur and the other one a pink bunny. “Okay, we put these two dolls in front of our foal and the one our foal chooses will determine the gender we have for our foal.” She rubbed her temple and looked at him with a blank face. "You really want to pick this vital part of our foal’s life based on if he likes dinosaurs or she likes bunnies?” “Got a better idea? “ “...no.” So they showed the two dolls to me. Finding the bunny cute and the dinosaur cool, I reached for both of the dolls at the same time. They tried multiple times. But the same thing happened, I reached for both of them at the same time. After they had given up, the doctor came back a few seconds later. "So, have you two made up your minds?” “No...” they replied, “Which gender do you suggest?” “I don’t have the right to make that choice nor is it my choice to make.” My parents frowned. “How long do we have to make our choice?" “Well... I’m leaving to go back home at 20:00* but, we can do the operation any day that you are free.” My father gazed at the doctor with hope, “So...we could choose when our foal is...older?” The doctor looked back apprehensively. “Well...yes. However there isn’t a reported case of a foal living with both sexes. Every foal born with some extra parts had the parents choose to have the operation within the week that the foal was born.” My parents thought for a second and said unanimously, "We will wait until our foal is older!” The doc had a weird look on his face. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. One sixteen year old found out, about the extra parts removed at birth and tried to commit suicide. I don’t know if the foal was successful.” My mother mirrored the doctor’s expression, but my father reached to her, “We'll set hi- um, our foal down before... fifth birthday?” He looked at his wife. She nodded. "And ask what gender our foal wants.” My father finished. The doc sighed, “Fine but what name are you going to give your foal?” My parents looked at one another. “Well...we had decided on using Great, Generous or Gorgeous.” “Why don’t we call our foal G., Honey?" “G.!? Just G.? I don’t think we should just give our foal a letter as a name. Hmmm... Oh! I know what about Bent... or Bent-G.?” “Oh! That’s the name of the main character of the book we were reading at the book-club we met at.” “Yeah, we were all arguing if Bent was a colt or a filly. The writer was ambiguous about that.” “So, have you two agreed about your foal name?” the doctor asked. “Yes! Our foal’s name shall be... Bent-G.!" they said unanimously. “Okay, I’ll get the papers for you two to sign and by tomorrow you and your new foal will be free to go home.” The doc said then left the room to get the papers. My father went to sit close to my mom. “Welcome to our life, my Foal”