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Fresnow


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Twilight finds herself as Sunset's partner in a group project, but she's less than excited to work on it for... reasons.

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Loved it.
Twilight's awkwardness at socializing and her over analyzing really feels in character and conveys her feelings well. And Sunset does feel like herself too, all like, playing it cool, acting on the spot.
And there was this sense of, uh, ominousness? That you have to read with full attention, and that makes you want to keep reading to understand the full picture. Which I did, of course, and I'm glad I did so!
Keep up the good work! :heart:

I am not entirely sure but i have to ask, is Twilight transgender in this story? If she is thats cool im trans myself, and if she is not no worries?

Comment posted by Fresnow deleted January 20th

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Yup, that was my intention!

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Thank you for letting me know I appreciate it. Honestly that was what I thought however I wasn't entirely sure if it was her or Sunset originally. I did enjoy your story so thank you for sharing.

My lungs finally take in a full breath, as I begin to plod my way through a room empty of teachers and full of students. As I walk, though, I notice they’re looking. A couple curious looks here, a few quirked eyebrows there. One bewildered stare that darts to a blank wall as soon as I glimpse it. I choose to look down and follow the invisible path to my desk. Thankfully, my spot at the back near the window is unoccupied, and as I approach I finally allow my heart to cool down from the marathon it just ran on the way here.

marathon I just ran on the way here.*

Har har, Twilight’s begin an egghead again. Real funny. I decide not to look at or speak to the guy for the rest of the period. I fear he’ll try something again, but thankfully, Professor Marks walks in before he has the chance.

being an egghead again.*

“Alright,” she says, flashing another smile and giving me a finger gun. “Text ya the deets later.”

Shouldn't she have given her number to do that? :unsuresweetie:

I oblige her request and follow her into her apartment. Immediately, I’m struck by just how spacious the whole thing is. There’s a full TV set with an extra speaker off to the side. Bookshelves (always a good sign) line one of the walls. A PC with two monitors sits neatly on a desk under the loft bed. Around the room, there’s quite a bit of clutter. Some clothes strewn around, an empty box of Chinese food, and a trash both full of and surrounded by some unidentifiable canned drink. I’m about to ask her how she’s able to afford it all when I see the wall. Three guitars, two acoustic and one electric between them, and standing upright like shovels driven into the dirt.

trashcan*

The walk to the 7/11 is quiet as, unfortunately, my thoughts are still stuck on the project. Mulling over what I wrote, what I could've written, and what I definitely should not have written. Remember, I tell myself, Your entire class is gonna see this. Write something true, not something stupid. But you can’t reveal too much. Whatever ‘too much means’. Whatever anything means. I take another step and make sure to kick up the sidewalk dust as I do. It’s a meaningless act, but I make sure to repeat it several more times. Just to get my frustration across to the world.

myself, your*

“Don’t worry about that.” I can tell she’s trying to comfort me, but I can hear the venom under her words. My eyes dart away.

Strange? :duck:

“Is this thing even… safe for consumption? It looks radioactive.”

They're safe Sunset, I drink them a lot where I work. :ajbemused:

A flash of blue flies across the counter. In an instant, his shirt is soaked in shush.

https://m.

She shoves the door open and we walk through. The glass door swings painfully and loudly back into place, and she lets go of my hand to flip off the cashier one last time. As she does, I spot the poster on the ground. Though it's torn and crumpled, I recognize the design. One of those awful anti-trans posters promoting some dipshit’s documentary.

So that's what is was. :rainbowhuh:

Sunset walks past me but turns to gesture with her head that’s it time to go. Needless to say, the walk home is even more silent than the walk coming here. But as we cross the street, she makes she to stay at the side most exposed to coming cars. Like’s she’s shielding me.

makes sure to stay at the side*

I chuckle and she smiles. And I know have I do something. Something stupid; something necessary. I lean forward and wrap my arms around her, making sure to keep my slushie from spilling on her jacket. She recoils back a little bit, but I hold on like I’m holding on for dear life. Then I feel her hug back. And all at once, the dam breaks. She holds me as I sob into her shoulder. “I’m s-sorry,” I barely get out. “Y-you’re jacket.”

know I have to do something.*

It’s a long time before Sunset pulls away. “You know, Twilight,” she says. “Before you go, there’s something I’d like to show you.

show you."*

She shakes her head. “I just wanted to say that, well, gender is weird for me too. Not like in a trans way, just— something about this body feels alien. These hands.” She holds her free hand out in front of her. “There was a time when it felt comfortable. Right. When I could run through open fields and everything… was magical. But, I… this body is just… I don’t know. I don’t really know what I’m talking about.”

Wait, is she complying that she's not human/this story isn't on a human Sunset with no mentions of Equestria?!? :applejackconfused:

“You heard him,” Sunset says. “Y0u know, I have a feeling your mom makes amazing spaghetti.”

"You know,*

Despite a few mistakes this story was great. I enjoyed it very much as I do with most stories on sciset. :twilightsmile:

There are worse ways to bond than both being in the wrong body. Though Sunset has far fewer options to alleviate that issue. Still, some great stuff with my favorite pairing. Thank you for a wonderfully heartwarming read. (Aside from the asshole who found it shirt-chilling. :raritywink:)

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