Episode Five: Shyly Cute
My Little Pony:
Equestria Girls-Mimi:
Episode Five:
Shyly Cute
I was woken up by the usual means, like every day since I had my accident, with my mother gently shaking me.
“Frank Honey. It time to get up,” my mother, Rachel Simons, said gently.
I groan slightly and snuggle deeper into covers. I knew why my mother was waking me, but at I didn’t care at the moment. I got home late last night, and I have a very small headache. The headache was a mix of not enough sleep and the two beers I had last night. Unfortunately for me, mom was well aware of this, and that only caused her to step-up her efforts to wake me.
“Frank, we talked about this last night. I let you go with your friends to that party, and you would get up on time to take your medicine, remember?” though my mother’s voice was still gentle, there was a certain undertone to her voice, one that only family could pick up on. And let me tell you something, when my mother uses that tone she means business.
So there wasn’t really a point in fighting. “I will be out shortly, just let wash my face first,” I said, speaking much softer then I normally do.
This didn’t go unnoticed by mom, either, as she put her hand to my forehead. When she knew that my head wasn’t burning with fever, she moved her hand gently to my throat and found a vein to check my heart rate.
“Are you okay, dear?” she asked gently. “You didn’t do anything you shouldn’t have?”
“Yes, mom,” I replied dutifully. “I only had two beers and that gave me a small headache that I’m having problems shaking.”
I heard mom sigh faintly and said, “Okay, honey. I will be waiting.”
I then heard her walk away, leaving me alone. The thought about going back to sleep crossed my mind, for about half a second and I quickly decided against that action. Like I said before, my mother isn’t one to be messed with. Even I would never cross her, even if she wouldn’t hurt a hair on my little head.
So, I threw off the pillow I was using cover my eyes, and set up. I threw off the covers, and slowly edge my legs over the edge of my bed. I frown when I looked at my left leg.
Living with brittle bones isn’t easy, but I manage and I’m not all that bitter with my lot in life. Though, I was sour when I had my accident when I tried to stop a friend from doing a stupid dare. No, I’m not mad at my friend, if anything, I’m mad at myself. I knew my friend could handle the dare, but I still tried to stop him.
I paid for meddling, in more ways then one. I broke my leg lightly, not bad, thank you Celestia, but it was my friend who suffered because of my actions. I heard that he was so depressed over what happened he didn’t eat for nearly a week. It took my mother and one of her famous mood shifts to scare him into eating again.
Yeah, my mom’s that scary when she wants to be.
I sigh faintly as I let though the old memories fade into the back of my mind, and grab my cane. My leg may be nearly healed, but it still lacks the strength needed to support me. I sigh again as I slowly stood up, making sure to keep my weight off my bad leg, and slowly made my way to the bathroom. I reached the bathroom, turned on the light and went to the sink without looking in the mirror. After two splashes of cold water to the face, I looked up at the mirror, hand reaching for a towel out of habit.
My hand froze when I got a good look at myself. I stayed at the mirror for nearly three minutes, allowing my brain to slowly take in everything. Finally, I screamed, only the sound came out was barely above an indoor voice. Though I didn’t think I scream very loudly, I still heard footsteps and my mother busted into the room a second later.
“Frank what’s-whoa…” to her credit, mom didn’t lose her composure when she saw the state I was in.
I, on the other hand, was close to a nervous breakdown. Hot, silent tears were running down my face, and my entire body was shaking like I had just stepped out a sub-zero freezer wearing nothing but my night outfit, which are just a pair of boxers, and an undershirt. Mom saw this behavior and acted immediately, pulling me into a calming embrace. That was enough to shock my brain back into gear, and I quickly returned the hug, my silent tears turning into full blow sobbing.
“Mom…? What’s-what’s happening to me?” I asked frantically through my tears.
Mom was silent for a moment, and I didn’t take that as a good sign. I stopped crying long enough to afford a glance up, and got a glance of myself in the mirror. I looked at the mirror again, feeling the pit in my stomach grow greatly.
Little known fact, I inherited a lot from my mother; from her chocolate brown hair, to her deep red eyes, with a small but noticeable green tint to them. Even my face resembles my mother’s face, only my face was slightly wider due to being a male. If it wasn’t for my slightly red skin, inherited from my father’s side of the family, I would look like a male version of my mother.
Except...I don’t see that anymore. Now my hair is pink and long, reaching past my shoulders. I have normally kept my hair short, near buzz cut size, due to the fact that I don’t like even slightly long hair. I notice that my left side seems to have a little more volume then my right side, covering my eye slightly. And then there were my eyes. They were now blue, a semi-deep color, and their shine with the fear I was feeling at the moment. Even my skin seems a little lighter then last night.
The sight was enough to make me cry, and I probably would have if mom didn’t begin to gently stroke my hair. I don’t know why, but I felt incredibly soothed by the action. It remained me a lot of when I was a kid and my father would pat me on the head when I nearly broke a bone.
I felt my emerging good mood disappeared when I began to think about my father, and new tears threatened to mix with the old ones. Mom must had sense this, as she stopped her stroking my hair and tightened her hug on me. I really didn’t want to think about my late father, so I buried myself into my mother’s chest and cried my heart out.
Mom’s very understands of these matters and let it continued without interruption. It took nearly ten minutes but I was finally able to push my father’s memory into back of my mind and calm myself enough to think about other things. Mom must have sense this, as she putted away and looked down at me with concern eyes.
“Frank?” she asked seriously. “What happen to you after you went to bed?”
“I fell instantly to sleep when my head touched the pillow,” I replied shyly.
Mom looked at me funny and I really couldn’t blame her. I know I can be a bit of a soft talker, but this was new level even for me. And I wasn’t the only one to notice it. I l watched as the look in my mother’s eyes changed, and become slightly shyer as she began to study me. I sorta of shrunk away as mom’s eyes continue to look me over.
I realized at the moment that it was just more then just my hair and eyes that had changed. I just didn’t know why I was changing or what I was changing into, though, and that scared me.
“Where did that came from?” the sound of my mother’s voice snapped me back to reality.
I looked at my mother’s slightly gawking face, and then followed her eyes to where she was looking. I think my heart skipped a beat when I saw the trio of pink butterflies on my hip. A quick check confirms that I have a second mark on my other hip.
I slowly look back at the mirror, taking in my appearance and it hit me at the moment. The hair, the eyes, the mark, the sudden shy demeanor…how could I have missed it before? I now look a little like…
“…Fluttershy,” I thought I heard my mother whisper.
I was about to ask what my mother meant when a familiar noise filled the room. Mom blinked at me as I hid behind my hair in true Fluttershy fashion. Her demeanor suddenly went through another change, and she put on a motherly smile.
“Well, I guess the mystery of the hair could wait ‘til after breakfast,” mom replied warmly.
With my face still hidden in my long hair, I nodded and grabbed my cane. My mother just continued to smile warmly as she stepped into the hallway, and allow me to exit the bathroom. We began making our way to the kitchen, and I was silently thankful that we lived in a one-story house.
I suddenly heard a faint gasp and looked behind me to find my mom gawking.
I looked where my mother was looking and once again felt my stomach drop. There, sitting at my tail bone, was a real tail, a pony’s tail in the same style of my new hair. I could only stare at it as it swings back and forth. I grabbed the tail with a shaking hand and gave it a light tug, wincing a bit when I felt the pain from the tug.
I felt my blood run cold as a disturbing thought popped into head. If I have the hair, eye, cutie mark and now the tail of Fluttershy…then that meant…
“…Mom,” I said weakly. “I’m turning into Fluttershy.”
Mom just sighed and said calmly, “Yeah, I thought as much when I saw your cutie mark.”
That was the final straw, my tears started anew, and I dropped my cane as I fell to my knees. I didn’t even feel any pain from the impact, though I didn’t care as I sob heavily into my hands.
Thoughts began to race around my head. I wasn’t a bad boy, so why was this happening to me? I went to church every Sunday, so why did god feel the need to punish me? Why is this happening to me? Why, why, why, WHY?!
I suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap me in a loving hug, and that brought me back to my senses. I looked into the deeply concern eyes of my mother, and just melted into her hug. I continue to cry into my mother shoulder and she continued to stroke my hair in a vain effort to comfort me.
“Why is this happening to me?” I asked weakly “What did I do wrong to deserve this kind of punishment?”
For a moment mom was quiet and I began to fear the worse. What if she doesn’t love me anymore? What if she gives me to some sort of lab and they do all kinds of things to me? The thoughts kept coming and it made me that much more afraid, my crying worsen at such thoughts.
Finally, my mom broke the silence and the words she spoke put my mind at ease. “I don’t know why this is happening, dear. But know this, I would never abandon you, no matter what happens,” she said in calm and soothing voice.
I stopped crying long enough to look my mother right in the eyes. I saw nothing but love and sincerity in her eyes, and that put more of my fears to rest. But one thing was still on my mind.
“But why am I turning into Fluttershy, mom?” I asked weakly.
Mom looked uncertain but didn’t break eye contact. “I honestly can’t say,” she replied, slightly reluctantly. “But, and I know you would probably hate me for saying this, remember what you’re father always said in times like this.”
She was partly right, just hearing about my father was enough to tighten my chest up, but I could never hate her for using him in a positive light. I took a couple calming breaths and looked steel my nerves as much as I could.
“He would say, “that even the darkest cloud has a silver and gold lining,” I said weakly.
Mom smiled at this and said gently, “Good, and remember…human or pony, boy or girl, I will always love you.”
I smiled at my mother’s loving words, only to have that smile turned into a thinking frown as I worked over my mom’s words. If I was indeed turning into Fluttershy, then wouldn’t that mean I would also be turning into a girl? How did I feel about that?
“Listen,” mom said, bringing me out of my thoughts, and I looked at her. “We don’t know what causing this, but there no since in worrying about it, especially on an empty stomach. So how about that breakfast...?”
I couldn’t help but smile. Leave it to my mother to somehow shift a serious moment to a light-hearted moment at the drop of a hat. And I was still hungry.
So, with a quick nod, I stood up. I happen to see my cane out of the bottom of my eyes, and panic slightly. My panic quickly turned into confusion when I realized something. My leg wasn’t in pain. It may have mostly healed from that stupid stunt, but it couldn’t support my body without feeling a bit of pain through it. Still, my leg felt stronger then it ever have in my life. In fact, my entire body felt stronger then it ever has.
And I wasn’t the only one to notice it.
“Amazing,” mom said, shift into a more pro-like mindset. “It seems whatever is changing you are somehow strengthening your bones.”
I blushed heavily and hid in my mane, as I would now call it, as mom lean down and examine my bad leg. She probably would have continued like this for a while, if a familiar sound didn’t suddenly fill the room. But it didn’t come from me, this time. Mom looked up at me with her own sheepish smile, and straightened up.
“…Right, breakfast,” mom replied awkwardly.
I couldn’t help but laugh a Fluttershy laugh as mom walked past me. It was a rare sight to see my mom flustered, and somewhat mood-lifting.
I began walking behind her, amazed by the strength my body now has. I think this was the first time I have even felt like this. It made me feel like I could take on the world! Still, I wasn’t completely settled on turning into Fluttershy. But that could wait until after breakfast.
(…)
“You don’t think it’s a good idea to take my meds?” I asked uncertainly.
Mom shook her head as she got up and collected the empty plates. “It’s not a good idea to take medicine when you’re not ill or anything. By Celestia, I know I have problems when one of my regulars overdosed their sick pets, and that leaves them in even worse condition.” Mom walked to the sink and began to wash the dishes. “Beside, those meds were just some strong supplements the doc gave you in hopes to speed up your recovery.”
I nodded slightly, not that mom could see the action, and finished off my coffee. I looked at my mom, frowning in thought. She didn’t think I figure it out, but she wasn’t as discreet as she thought she was. I picked up on the pony talk and I knew that meant only one thing.
“Mom…?” I spoke quietly, but like all the other times my mother heard me and looked at me curiously. I would admit the look she gave me made shy away slightly, but I calm myself the best I could and said, “You don’t watch “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic”, do you?”
Like I have been saying this entire time, my mom isn’t one to lose her composure easy. Even if she caught off guard it rarely shows on her face. This wasn’t one of these times. Mom’s mouth hang over slightly for about half a second before the shock wore off and she smiled gently. She turned off the water and returned to her seat.
“…Yes. I have been a fan of the show close to half a year now,” mom replied warmly. “It’s not every day that you get patients at a vet clinic. As you can imagine, I sometimes have a lot of free time. Given, it’s far and in-between between though periods-”
I giggled a little, I didn’t mean to, but I could help myself. The only time mom talks like this is when she’s more flustered then she lets on. Mom picked up on this, and couched to regain her composure.
“Anyways, as you can guess, it can get pretty boring during those times, and I usual just sort through the internet, after I finished with all my usual chores. I stumble on the show by accident and decided to check it out. I could see why they were so much hype about the show,” mom suddenly looked down, trying to hide the faint blush that was form on her face. “…And Fluttershy is my favorite pony.”
My entire mind was a blank at the moment. I don’t know what was more shocking, turning into Fluttershy, or learning my own mother was a fan of the show and that Fluttershy was her favorite pony?
I didn’t get to answer that as I suddenly heard mom gasp, and that broke me from my inner debate. I refocused on her and saw that her mouth was complete hanging open, and some of the color had drained from her face. This got me immediately worried. To see such reaction from my usual composed mother wasn’t a good sign.
My first thoughts were that I have changed completely, and looked at my hands. My hands had changed, but not in the way I was expecting. They were still human hands, only now more slender. I looked down at my body and confirmed what I have begun to fear.
I have turned into a girl. One with considerable large breast, not ridiculous large, but still larger then most nature-born girls has. If anything my new “items” remained me of the picture of a human Fluttershy I once saw online. I also notice my outfit had gone through a change. I was now wearing a white robe with the purple trimmings, part of the iconic look for the pony I was turning into.
Funny, I didn’t notice my cloths had change until I actually saw the robe. I become curious and slowly brought my hands, grabbing the ends and opening the robe enough for me to get a good look down it. I think I blush 100 shade of red when I noticed that I didn’t have anything under my robe. I scrambled to close my robe when I became aware of light giggling. I looked at my mother, and nearly fainted on the sport, when I noticed the smile she was wearing.
“What’s the matter, dear?” she asked teasingly. “It’s just us girls here, no need be so…bashful.”
I felt a pit form in my stomach. My mom had gone through another mood shift, but in this case, she had shifted into her rarely seen teasing mode. That mode only appears for a select few and it never good for anyone on the other end.
But…fate is cruel, funny, and ironic in many ways. And as I feared the worse, my skin erupted in a violent itch. I moved to get the itch, only to stop when I noticed hands were growing butterscotch yellow fur. I pulled up my sleeve and saw the same fur on my arm. Close to shock, I slowly raised my shaking hands and felt my face. I felt tears come when I noticed that my face wasn’t flat anymore, and moving my hands up farther confirmed that my ears had moved and changed shape.
I was about to check something else, the last thing that would confirmed everything when I suddenly felt lightheaded. I slump forward a bit as I held my head tightly. The lightheadedness pass rather quickly, but for someone who deals with sickness on a regular basis due to weak immunity brought on by weak bones, the nauseas that came with it didn’t leave as quickly.
I took in several quick breaths of air, trying to get as much oxygen into my system as quick as possible. My head was finally clearing when I notice someone touching something behind my back. I slowly turned my head, and my eyes widened when I noticed my mother softly stroking my left wing. I would have probably panic if not for the strange sensation coming from the wing being stroked.
It was weird, but in a good way. It sent a tingle down my body that remained me of a massage I once had. To bad it ended rather quickly, as I heard my mother speaking.
“Interesting, those these wings just formed, yet they look well developed, like you have been using them all your life,” mom said, having mood-shift to professional mode.
My mother’s words suddenly hit home, and I felt like crying again. Mom noticed that and took me into a comforting hug. I returned the gesture as I felt my tears come.
“Mama-”I nearly bit my tongue when I said that, but try to shake it off as I continued, “-I’m so scared. What am I going to do?”
Mama sighed faintly, and just stroke me mane in a comforting fashion. I sorta of melted into her embraced like a little girl who just got the scare of her life. I might had giggle or maybe groan as the irony of my own words, if mama hadn’t spoken.
“I don’t know, dear, but I do know you wouldn’t be facing this alone.” she pulled away gently and offered a soft smile, “And maybe we could ask Doctor Brook-”
I cut mama off with a sharp gasp or as close to sharp as my new shyness would allow me and quickly but gently freed myself from my mama’s hold, and bolt out my chair and out of the kitchen. I would admit I became a little giddy as I raced towards my room. I couldn’t remember the last time I ever ran like this. And why my inner Fluttershy was urging me to slow down, I ignore that part of me as I rushed into my room, and grabbed my android off my stand.
I blinked when I noticed my phone had changed slightly, it was now yellow and has my cutie mark on it. I frown when I realized my train of thought. When did I consider Fluttershy’s cutie mark as my own? And how come I didn’t trip when running here? I have a changed sense of gravity, didn’t I?
I tried to put these disturbing thoughts into the back of me mind as I turned on my phone and waited for the thing to load. I would admit that waiting on my phone was making me a bit nervous. What if he doesn’t believe me? What if thinks I’m just some random joker? Oh, I don’t think I could handle it if my best friend rejects me.
I probably would have gasp as my thoughts, if the sound of my phone didn’t draw my thoughts towards it. I smiled softly when I noticed the picture that made-up my wallpaper. It was of my best friends and me. Just seeing that picture was enough to put some of me fears to rest. But I wasn’t ready to face my friend just yet. So I did the next best thing.
“Umm, Hello Richard, how are you today?” I spoke softly as I began typing out my text message. “Umm, listen, I know this may sound weird, I but I have turned into Fluttershy, and was wondering if you can help me, if that was okay with you, that is.”
I frown as I proofread my text. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I ha typed it out like Fluttershy would. I also couldn’t shake the feeling that the message sounded like I was panicking slightly. Should I retype the message and try to should more upbeat?
I quickly shake that idea out of my head, realizing that was my Fluttershyness taking hold again, and sent the message before my nerves were lost. With a heavy sigh, I put my phone on the corner of my stand and look around my room. I frown slightly as I came to realize just how plain my room looked. All I really have are a couple of basketball posters and that’s about it. Even the coverings on my bed are a plain blue.
I sigh again and began walking towards my closet. For reasons I couldn’t understand, I felt like redecorating my room, so it matched the way Fluttershy’s room looked in that Season 1 episode. I giggled to myself as I reached my closet. Redecorating could wait until I found myself something to wear. I was feeling somewhat self-conscious at the moment.
I opened the door to my closet and immediately saw the prefect outfit for me. I could see a butterscotch yellow sweater, a shade darker then my coat, next to a knee-high, grass green skirt. I could even see a pair of brown loafers under the clothes. I took them out and studied them completely. I felt really confident in this outfit, like it was meant to be mine. But I’m starting to get giddy and getting ahead of myself.
I still need something, something “private” before I could get dress.
I gently set the cloths onto my bed and then made my way to my dresser. I opened where I normally keep them, and wasn’t all to surprise to find the prefect underwear for me. I suddenly became a bit hesitant as I pulled the bra and panties out of the dresser.
I guess…the real question is…how do I put these things on?
I guess I was lucky as mama reached the room, her eyes looking at the ground. I immediately knew something was wrong. My mom maybe a master of her emotions, to show what she wanted others to see, but she didn’t know that she easy to read. And right now, she was worried about something, something other then me.
Mama looked up and put on a smile, a fake smile, as she said, “Would you like some help with that?”
Wordlessly I nodded and turned around. I felt mama moved closer to me, and soon, I felt her hands against my back. I frown a little when I realized she was looking for something, but couldn’t find it.
“Now that’s odd?” I heard mama mutter to herself, but thanks to my new ears I heard her.
“What’s wrong, mama?” I asked curiously, only to feel my shyness flare up, “I-If you don’t want to tell me, that’s fine.”
“Well, it’s the oddest thing,” mama replied hesitantly, and I shuddered slightly as I felt her hand run along my back, “I don’t see any holes in your robe. In fact, it almost looks like your wings had passed through your robes.”
I frown as I loop my left hand over my back, trying to feel around my wings. Though I only could barely feel it, I did feel that there were no openings for my wings. My frown deepens as I began to think how I could take my robe wrong without tearing it. It’s not like my wings just disappear into my back.
Suddenly, I felt a strange tingle in an unknown location and let out a very soft and barely hearable ‘ow’ when I felt something snapped into my back. I frown as I notice a strange sensation around my shoulder blades. It wasn’t really painful, just mildly annoying, and making me feel like something heavy with being pressed against my back.
“Wow,” I heard mama gasp softly. I opened my mouth to say something, but mama regained her composure, as she said, “If I haven’t seen it, I wouldn’t have believed it.”
I spun around and faced my mother, who had a slight dazed look in her eyes. That look instantly vanished once her eyes meant my, and completely composed herself, probably for my sake.
“Mama?” I asked, my voice rising in distress and I thought tears were threatening to fall, “What’s wrong?”
Mama, for her part, kept her face stoic as she said, “I don’t know how it happen, but your wings just disappear into your back. How do you feel?”
I fidget slightly, trying to work the growing knot in my back as I said softly, “Feels like something heavy’s on my back.”
Mama frown lightly as she said, “Then you probably should get dress. We don’t know how having your wings in your body could affect it.”
I nodded meekly and was about change out of my robe, stopping to look at my mama bashfully. I quickly pushed those thoughts out of my Fluttershy head, and disrobed. I had nothing to fear, she is my mama, and I’m perfectly save when I’m with her. After I was left in nothing but my birthday suit, mama began to act taking the underwear and softly explaining how to wears them correctly.
(…)
A few minutes after getting dressed, I got a reply from Richard, and I was nervous to read it. What if he didn’t believe me? What if he shuns me because I’m different now? I don’t think I could live with myself if my best friend didn’t like me anymore because I was a little different.
I gave my head shake, trying to get rid of all of these thoughts. I opened the message before my inner Fluttershy could take hold again, and read the message. My eyes widen and I quickly reread the message as felt my nervousness gave away to giddiness.
“Mama!” I shouted loudly, or as loud as my new body would allow. “I’m not alone! Richard turned into Rarity and so have many of my friends! We’re all meeting at Rupert’s place to talk things over!”
I blinked as I realized there was nopony beside me in the living room. I frown as I found that odd, I was sure mama was right behind when I was walking out of my room. I suddenly felt a bit of my nervousness return. Except for a few times since all of this has started, mama have been by my side, and as weak and childish as this may sound, I felt uncomfortable without my mama around and I could feel my tears building again.
Fortunately for, mama entered into the living room with something folded in her arms. Without thinking, I ran into her arms and she dropped the item as she wrapped me in a tight hug. I cried into her shoulder like I had never cried before. Some part of me realize just foolish this was. She was only in another room, but the new part of me was just so scared by anything that was happening, and she was the only pillar I had at the moment.
“I’m sorry, dear,” mama said sympathetically. “I know a lot is happening to you that have scared you, and I know it’s not easy, but I need you to be brave. Can you do that for me?”
I pulled away from her and offered mama a weak smile. Yes, I was scared, more scare then I could remember, but as long as she was there, I believe I could handle things. Plus, Richard was coming over soon. I gasp faintly as I looked at my mama seriously.
“Mama, I’m not the only one!” I said firmly. “Richard change to, and so have others. We’re meeting up Rupert’s place to talk about it. I was thinking you could drive us over.”
Mama suddenly frowns and looked away, sighing low enough that she probably thought I couldn’t hear it. Unfortunately, with my pony ears I could ear it, and I could feel my confidence fading fast. I wanted say something, anything to break the crushing silence we were suddenly in, but I couldn’t find the confidence to say a word.
We waited for what felt like a lifetime before mama broke the silence with another sigh and looked at me with a small, but sad smile. “I’m sorry, dear, I want to help you, but I can’t, I really wish I could, but one of my clinic’s best clients had brought in her sick pet, and I’m the only one she trusts to do the operation,” mama explained softly.
I frown as I thought over things. I believed I knew who she was talking about, and at the moment I felt my heartache. And if the client was who I thought it was, then I wasn’t going to stand in my mama’s way of helping that poor soul. I was scared yes, but I was terrified if that poor pet was to meet a cruel fate at such a young age.
I gathered my nerves as I offered her a small smile as I whispered softly, “It is okay mama. I understand.”
Mama forced a smile onto her face as she lean down and retrieved the item she has lost when I grabbed her. I eyes widened as I recognized it immediately as a cloak I had worn to a fantasy-Convention last year. I blushed slightly as I remember that the cloak turn out be bigger then I first thought and I looked like a little kid playing dress-up when I got to the convention. I was so embarrassed by how things turned out I threw the cloak without a second thought.
Apparently mama kept it for some reason.
I was brought out my thoughts when I felt something drape over my frame and I realized that mama has been talking.
“-I had planned to have you use this so you could come with me, but I think it would be better if you wait here for Richard,” mama said reluctantly.
Mama then fell silent as she adjusted the cloak to insure that no one saw what was underneath it. I blinked as my senses fully returned, and I looked behind me. I was surprise to find that my wing had stayed down, allowing the cloak to hide them perfectly. I looked back at mama finished her work and brought me into another hug one that I returned wholeheartedly.
“I’m not completely comfortable with this,” mama said solemnly. “But I can’t think of any place better then with friends who understand what you’re going through.”
I simply nodded as I held my mama tighter, fearing if I let her go she would vanish and I would near see her again. After a few minutes though, mama reluctantly pulled herself free and gave me one final smile.
“Now, just wait here until Richard comes,” mama said simply as her smile was replaced with a frown. “Keep your cloak on when you’re out and your head held at a certain angle. That should keep anyone from seeing what underneath it.”
I simply nodded and mama brought me in for one final hug. She quickly pulled herself free, and looked at me uncertainty before sighing and walked out of the room. With my own uncertain sigh I walked to the couch, and taking a seat, I wrapped the cloak tightly around me. I could feel my nervousness returning as I listened to the sound of my mama’s car as she pulled out the driveway and drove off.
Now, alone, with only my thought to keep my company, I found myself scare out of my fur, and to hide myself from the world, I quickly brought up the hood to the cloak to hide me from hidden eyes
Now, all I can hope is that Richard gets here before my fears gets the best of me, and I turned into weeping mess.
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I think we can say that this story is dead
I wouldn't say dead, but I'm having problems with writing stuff out due to a number of reasons, I hope to get the ball rolling soon on some of my stories, this one including but I just don't know when.
:6121811 ok
One might even say.... Shy?
6404608 i apologize for that.
My mother raised me to be something of a stickler. When i see something that seems wrong, or for that matter, just IS, i feel the need to correct it. Especially, (but as you know by now, not exclusively) with grammar.
6121811 if you need a proofreader, though... PM me.
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So is it now?
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Sadly, I think this is quite ded
do more chapters