//------------------------------// // 3 My Job // Story: Aria // by SprocketProductions //------------------------------// Often times at work, I'll be sitting around, being bored. We don't get a whole lot of customers in the mornings, so my shift is usually easy. I like to whip out my phone and log into MgP to talk for a while. I look at some posts, read some blogs, and laugh at the funniest memes I've seen. On the internet, I'm way more popular than in real life. The thing is, if I weren't so frustratingly shy, I'd probably have a lot more friends. Oh well, who needs real life friends? I'd rather laugh with ponies through screens than sit quietly in a circle of them talking sports. Oh my Celestia, did I mention I hate sports? I don't think I did, so I hate sports. I'm pretty sure my section of tartarus is a bunch of oiled up beefy stallions squeezing me into their circle rambling on and on about sports. Oh, and I'd be an oiled up beefy stallion too. A few seconds of that, and please, Celestia, I've learned my lesson. Of course, my parents know exactly how to punish me, and that's to not let me design games. I hate it when they do that. Suddenly, a stallion walked up to the counter and distracted me from my thoughts, "Hey pretty, could I get an order?" "Absolutely, what would you like?" I said in my feminine voice. He snickered for a second, "That fine rear end of yours'll be great." "I'm not single, sir. Can I interest you in some FOOD?" I replied in a snarky tone. He shook his head, "tsk tsk tsk... You see, I'm rich. When I want somepony, I take them. Even if I have to bribe them." He leaned over, wrapping a hoof around my neck and trying to go in for a kiss. "Sir?" I asked. He looked into my eyes, "Yeah, babe?" "I'm a stallion." I spoke in my natural voice. His eyes widened as he let go and stepped back, "Whoa... what in Celestia's name..." "Now, may I take your order?" I asked, snarking off even more as I held back laughter. He began scrambling out, "THAT'LL BE TO GO!!!" I high hoofed with Aurora Borealis, one of my few real life friends. "Oh my Celestia, that was hilarious, Aria." She said. I smiled and spoke in my soft female voice again, "Thank you, I'll be here all week." We laughed and exchanged bits of conversation until our shift ended. We both clocked out and I grabbed my truck's manual. I explained to her what I had found in the barn and we went to the auto parts store together. Looking around the manual, I found exactly the parts and tools I needed, so I bought them. We loaded them up in the trunk of her car and began driving to my house. Aurora was the only pony in real life who knew I was trans and knew all my life details. She was the one real life friend I could trust. I had even introduced her to MgP, so we could keep in contact when I left to be with my boyfriend. When we arrived, I lead her to the barn where we unloaded my stuff and I began working on my truck. I put on some music. One of my internet friends made the best electronic stuff and I loved to listen to it while doing other things. I switched out the spark plugs, the wires, tubes, and the oil filter. I proceeded to fill the old vehicle up with new oil after that. It certainly wouldn't be in perfect order, but I would be able to drive it while to work and back for the time being. "Didn't think you were the pickup type." Aurora remarked. I looked at her, "Yeah, you know. I just like those rugged masculine things in life." "Oh, yeah. Right." She said sarcastically and giggled. I smiled as she laughed. I wondered if I felt feelings for her. You know, like romantic feelings. It seemed odd, considering I like to associate as a mare and she was straight. I set down my empty jug of oil, checking the level to see it still low. I opened the next jug and began pouring it in. It wasn't long before my dad decided to make his way over. He looked at Aurora, "Well hi there, who are you?" "I'm Aurora, Aria's friend... marefriend..." she replied. His eyes widened, "Wow, Aria. Not bad. Not bad at all." I didn't say anything. My dad was making it awkward enough. I was, however, surprised Aurora went as far as to say that she was my marefriend. "Thanks. Pretty sure that's a compliment..." Said Aurora. He kicked my back leg lightly, "You better not mess it up, alright?" "I-I won't..." I forced the words out. The stallion began walking back to the house, smiling and laughing. I waited until he was out of earshot and switched back to my female voice, "Narrow-minded son of a-" "Aria! He's your dad!" Aurora interrupted me. I sighed, "Doesn't change what he is..." "Surely you still love him though." She replied. I said, "Sure, but I don't love the part that hates basically everything that he doesn't relate to." Aurora sighed and rubbed a hoof gently against my back. It was soothing, and relaxing. She knew how to calm me down, and that she most certainly did. I levitated the now empty oil jug down to the ground and embraced her in a hug. She wrapped her front legs around me and sat us down as I cried into her shoulder. The music had gone quiet, as it had reached the end of the playlist. I was simply letting out my emotions to the most important friend I had at the time. She stroked the back of my head, straightening my mane. After a while, I got back to working on my truck. I replaced the battery and battery terminals, and filled the empty gas tank. We pulled the cloth fully off and cleaned the windows and mirrors. I got in the driver's seat and buckled my seatbelt and watched Aurora do the same on the passenger side. I turned the key and heard a click followed by some kind of humming. I didn't hear it start. I was doing exactly what my driving instructor had previously told me when teaching about driving using a manual transmission car. I turned the key again and heard a sputtering in the engine. It died down before long. With one more turn, the engine sputtered again and finally started. I slowly pulled out of the barn and began driving to the main road. Once we were out, I drove us around the city for a bit before she gave me directions to her house, where her parents weren't home yet. We walked inside and Aurora dragged me to her room and to the attached bathroom. She gave me a wet cloth which I used to clean my grease stains off. After that, she told me to take shower and she'll bring me something after that. I cleaned myself thoroughly and then began to dry myself with one the towels. She brought a brush in and began to style my mane and tail. She straightened the hairs out and then fluffed them. They were soft and had good looking form. I watched her retrieve a make-up kit and begin applying subtle make-up to my face. She then left me alone in the bathroom for a few minutes. I looked in the mirror and saw not only me, but a beautiful version at that. I really looked like a mare. Soft fur, luxurious mane, long eyelashes, and slightly glossy lips. Aurora came back in with some clothing and told me to try it on. I slipped on a blue dress that went with my fur and a silver necklace with a pink opalescent stone in it that matched my hair. I slipped some golden shoes on and felt Aurora put a couple gold hair clips in my mane. I looked in the mirror again, seeing the beautiful mare I had always wanted to be. I hugged Aurora closely, and she hugged back. I felt like a mare for once. Pretty, and soft. Maybe someday I wouldn't just feel like it, but also be it. Tears started to form in my eyes as I felt my happiness well up. "You can keep those if you'd like." I heard her say. My eyes widened as I looked at her, "Really? You're giving them to me?" "Absolutely. You'll get to feel like a mare whenever you want." She smiled. I began to cry as I hugged her again. After a few more minutes, I cleaned my make-up off and neatly folded my clothes, putting them in a boutique bag and placing the bag behind the seat of my truck. I took her back to my house so she could pick up her car and walked into the house and into my room quietly. I put the bag between my bed and the wall, where my parents wouldn't find it and layed on my bed, smiling at the ceiling. After a few minutes, I heard a knock at the door and my dad saying that diner was ready.