Silver Belle had always felt different.
Ever since he was a foal, he'd felt... off.
He didn't like things colts would usually like - being rowdy and all - but preferred things that fillies would like - he loved modeling dresses for Rarity, loved flowers, loved singing, things that all the fillies and colts at school considered to be colt things.
He never knew why.
Until one day when he realized.
He wasn't a he.
He was a she.
"Silver!"
Silver Belle turned around, smiling as he - she - saw one of his - her - marefriends, Scootaloo.
"Hey Scoots!" Silver exclaimed.
Scootaloo galloped over to him - her. "How was school?"
Bad, the colt - filly - thought, as always.
Ponies calling him - her - a colt and patronizing him - her - in a way one would act with colts (saying he - she - was "going to grow up to be a big, tough stallion!" or asking him - her - "how'd you help your daddy around the workplace today?").
Silver was sick of it, and it made his - her - feelings internally explode.
He - she - kept that in, however, instead saying, "Eh. Yours?"
"It was good. I'm pretty sure I aced the Math test!" Scootaloo exclaimed triumphantly.
"Will Bloom be here soon?" Silver asked.
Before Scootaloo could respond, a familiar country accented voice exclaimed, "Ah'm comin' y'all!"
Both of them turned, smiling as they saw their remaining marefriend.
"Hey AB!" Scootaloo exclaimed, half hugging her marefriend.
"Hay Scoots, Silves." Apple Bloom said. "Whaday'all wanna do today?"
"Model dresses for Rarity!" Silver blurted out.
Both of his - her - marefriends looked at him - her, clearly dumbfounded.
"Are ya feelin' alright Silver?" Apple Bloom asked. "Yer a colt, remember?"
Silver reluctantly nodded. "Y - Yeah, I just thought, well, y'know, the school's holding a winter's ball and, well, I knew we'd all, uh, go so I figured we should model outfits!"
"You're a colt, though," Scootaloo said, "wouldn't you wear a, y'know, tux?"
"I want to try something new!" Silver insisted.
"Well ah don't see anythin' wrong with it," Apple Bloom shrugged, "Scoots, ah'll meet ya at Carousel Boutique at... 5'o clock?"
"Sounds good!" Scootaloo exclaimed. "See you there! Bye Silves!"
Silver nodded as his - her - marefriends galloped off, leaving him - her - all alone with his - her - thoughts.
What was with his - her - needless internal correcting of his - her - pronouns? Yes, he - she - hated it, but one thing was for certain.
He would always be stuck.
He would always be a colt.
He would never be a mare.
He was trapped.
So, I just started reading this. Please don't take this the wrong way, but I found it, well... annoying reading the he - she every single time. Like, I have to repeat it. Instead of doing that, maybe try "they". "They" is a very gender neutral term, and many genderfluid people use "they/them" as pronouns. I know it seems confusing at first. It seems Silver/Sweetie is questioning, and when i was questioning, I went by they/them pronouns. I still do because I realized I am a male AND a female. Do your research and you'll know more about gender related topics. And, not many transgender individuals like the phrase "genderbent." Please don't think I'm being mean. I really have enjoyed the story despite the he - she thing happening. You should keep up the great work! Also, I really hope this story is little longer. Like, at least a few chapters, but it's all up to you. Hey, I'm not the type to be very critical to where it ruins an author's spirits. I only offer constructive criticism. You can trust my words because I'm also a writer and am writing a fanfic about a transmare as well. Anyway, follow me if you want 'cause I'mma follow you. Nice to meet you!
Even if silver was a colt, colt Kenwood dresses let him/her wear whatever he /she wants.