“When you walk forward you're supposed to rock your body left and right.”

Oh hell no.

“I'm not walking like that,” I asserted.

She rolled her eyes. “You have to, Shawn. Your butt is literally too big to walk in a straight motion! Look at it! It's like a giant, birthday cake!”

“I-I don’t wanna hear that!”

“Then shut up and do it!”

“Fine!” I said whilst sucking my teeth. I put her advice to the test by moving my fore hooves and hind legs forward lightly, swaying my hips left and right each time I executed the motion. The muscles related with the locomotion of my body were felt as I trudged and trudged, but I shockingly maintained my balance. Surprise surged through my body.

Wow, once you get past the part where it feels like I'm walking like a slut, this feels pretty damn comfortable.

I repeated the motion sequentially before promptly stopping front of Katie. “Yup, I can walk like this."

“Hmm,” Katie grunted before holding her head up proudly.

“T-thanks, Katie. How did you know?”

“Easy, I just studied the way the ponies walk in the show.”

Really?

“You must be bored to death, huh?” I asked in deadpan.

“No, I just felt like doing it. Now, go take a shower, skunk bag!”

I rolled my eyes and started to head for the door, using the new 'tips' Katie told me. I slowly moved my left forehoof forward whilst moving my right hind leg forward, doing the same with the other sides of my legs as well. It worked, but only at the expense of my pace. Maybe if I can walk without being meticulous I could go faster?

“Wait!” Katie called out.

I turned around quickly. “What?”

“Do you want me to come with you? I think you might have trouble starting the shower since you have... a new body and all.”

“Nah, I'm good. I like my showers private, thank you very much.”

“Okay, but if you get hurt just know it was your fault.”

“Pshhhhhh, get out of here!” I snorted while waving a hoof. “I'm not gonna get hurt! Taking a shower is like one of the most innate things ever!”

“So was walking, but you needed help with that didn't you?” she scoffed.

Her incisive logic hit a soft spot in my nervous system, causing my cheeks to flush. “...But walking and taking a shower is completely different.”

“They are both something you were able to do as a human, though.”

“...B-but-”

“No butts, only big asses.”

I cringed. I don't even know how to respond to that. “Uhhh, whatever. You can come.”

Katie clapped her hands and ra- no, skipped to the door with alacrity. She pulled the door open and stepped to the side, bowing her head in a haughty yet elegant fashion. “Ponies first.”

An unamused scowl emerged on my face. “You're annoying.”

“I know,” she replied, grinning cheekily.

I sighed and marched out the room. When I reached the beginning of the corridor, I took a second to take in the dark, narrow and cluttered interior of it. Due to the darkness, the physical forms of the objects were obscured, only their shadows being susceptible. Because of the only source of light being the ambient light shining from downstairs, I felt compelled to walk even slower than I already was.

“We're here,” Katie said.

I blinked and looked up, seeing a tall white door with a sign nailed on it that read 'do not disturb'. Yup, we're here. Don't pay attention to that sign though, it's just a hoax.

Katie opened the door and swept a hand in front of her chest, beckoning me to go inside once again.

My left eye twitched. “You're annoying, dude.”

“I know,” she giggled.

I huffed and titled my head away from her's as I entered the bathroom. The moment I walked in my attention was captured.

Woah

My gait suspended while my pupils on the other hand rolled around the room to study the appearance of every object. The toilet, tub, sink, and ceiling looked drastically higher/bigger then before! Like damn, this really makes going to the bathroom more of an... adventure. I'm probably going have to hop on the toilet just toI can reach the sink!

“Helloooo!” Katie said while waving her hands in front of me.

I broke out of my reverie, deliberately blinking a few times before facing her. “Hm?” Oh shit, I spaced out! I can't let her know I was amazed by how 'big' the room is! “Sorry, I-I was picturing whore's island.”

Her eyes stretched open in abashment. “Um... well, you can picture whore's island all you want when you take a shower. You are going to take one, right?”

“Uh, yeah, of course!” I said with uncertainty, grinning sheepishly. “Infact, I'm going to go now!”

"Okay."

I turned around and slowly approached the tub. I think I know why Katie thought interacting with showers might be a conundrum for me. I've been in this room before yet everything feels so... different. I just get a 'new' vibe to it if that makes sense.

This is what you wanted, bro! You can't back out now!

How come you always urge me to do something instead of trying to talk sense into me?
Because I'm not a nagging bitch.

Now at the tub, I used my hind egs to support myself on two feet, hoisting my front and back legs over the tub's surface. Ha, I got in without any bruises! I I quickly twisted my neck around to look at her, feeling my mane brush against my neck. “See, I'm about to get it!”

“Finish getting it then!” she exclaimed mirthfully.

Turning my attention back to the shower, I placed my fore-hooves on the 'hot' knob and twisted the ellipse shaped knob to the right. Sadly it didn't budge. “What the hell?”

“Want me to turn it on?" Katie volunteered.

“NO!” I shrilled, not forsaking the opportunity of doing something myself.

Her head twitched back. “Jesus, it’s not like I'm asking to scrub your back!”

I reverted my attention back to the knob, summoning my strength as I pushed again in attempt to to get it to waver, but my efforts were cut short as the metallic handle pinched me, sending a sharp pain down my bones.

“-Gahhh son of a bitch!” I growled while pulling away the recently stung hoof. Why can't I move the damn thing?

Maybe because you don't have a tight grip on it? And before you ask, yes, you're gonna have to use your mouth

I grimaced at the thought. That seems so... primitive. Why go through the trouble of that when I could just tell Katie to turn it on?

You're the one that wanted to be independent, fool. Don't back out now.

“Alright, Katie, you can turn it on.”

“I thought you would never give in,” she muttered dryly.

“Yeah, well, I came to my senses and did the right thing.”

You came to your senses and did the bitch thing!

She sighed and adjusted the knobs accordingly. “Stand back...” she muttered, a slight hissing sound being produced from the shower's nozzle.

I smiled. “Thanks, but you can leave now since I-Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I let out a violent scream after an immense amount of hot water planted me on the neck.

“Shawn!” Katie shouted.

I held my hooves over my head in attempt to shield myself from the rapid flowing spikes of water. It lessened the pain but still inflicted a healthy amount of burn to the appendages nonetheless. A few seconds later the water stopped, cutting my assault short.

Holy shit, what the hell just happened!?
I know what happened... Hot chocolateeeeeee rainnnnnn!

“Oh my god! Are you okay, Shawn?” she yelled while looking down at me sympathetically. Before I could answer, my body involuntarily limped. Eh, I guess I can respond with that. She bent over and cradled me into her arms. “See, I knew you would hurt yourself! That's it, I'm washing you up!”

My ears perked up. Bish whett?

The burning sensation in my neck disappeared following her abrupt utterance. I slowly lifted my head up to glare at her, feeling my pain gradually channel into anger. “Like hell you are!”

Her eyes glued open rather eccentrically as she clutched her fists to her chest. “Have you lost your fucking mind?! You almost killed yourself with the water yet you still wanna take a shower?!”

I almost killed myself? She's the one who started the water so how did I almost 'kill' myself?

“No... you almost killed me!” I growled while pointing an accusing hoof at her.

“M-me?” she asked while directing a finger to her face, snorting disdainfully. ”You must be off the shits."

“You made the water too hot! I like taking hot showers to bathe in, not cook in!” I barked.
She stared at me as if I was speaking a foreign language equipped with an accent that differs greatly from it. I grunted and took a step forward, feeling like I'm walking on air because my body is telling me to fly over there and slap the living shi-

I stopped mentally plotting against her when I noticed an innocent glint in her eyes; an innocent but familiar glint that magnified the more I stared. Yup, she isn't aware. “W-what type of hot showers do you take?”

“What type of cold showers do you take!?" she shot back. "I barley moved the knob halfway!”

My jaw hung open. “Y-you're lying!”

“I'm serious! I would never intentionally make the water hot to harm you!”

“I'm not saying you did, I'm saying you probably made it too hot by accident.”

“Bullshit!” she cried. “Face it, your new body probably couldn't handle the heat!”

“...A-are you trying to imply my body was too fragile for the water?”

“I'm not implying it... I'm saying it straight up!” she bellowed so loud all the teeth in her mouth were on display for a split second.

Wow... she's so adamant about this.

Maybe she didn't screw up setting up the water? I mean, this is Katie I'm talking about. She's the least accidental prone person in the house and wouldn't be caught dead injuring her family member's over something as mundane as a shower. Maybe I'm just in denial?

But, her inferring that my body isn't tolerant to hot water is even more rigid than my accusation! If I had to choose what to believe, I would believe she messed up because at the end of the day: No one is always punctual!

My cheeks puffed out as a haughty smirk emerged on my face. “ Katie, we both know you screwed up so stop the nonsense! I'm not gonna hold a grievance over something you did by accident anyways, so come clean already!”

“S-spoken like a true asshole!” she exclaimed while throwing her hands up. “You just don't want me to wash you up because you're trying to be a 'bad ass' and not accept anyone's help, even though deep down you know damn well you need it! ”

I paused. “T-that' not t-true!” Brain, she's catching on to us! “I just think you m-made a m-mistake and-”

“Fine,” she interjected, “since you're so sure I am a clutz, why don't you go ahead and adjust the water yourself, 'Sheldon'?”

I was smiling until the last part of her sentence. “B-but I can't adjust the water with my hooves!”

“That's not my problem,” she maintained, putting her hands on her hips. “I guess you will just have to use your mouth.”

I told you.

I facehooved. Dammit! Why does life always have to bend me over and find a stranger in the alphs?!

"Whatever, Katie! Go ahead.”

“Finally!” she said while pumping her fist in the air.

My tail involuntarily flicked on the floor.…..........................................................................................................................................................................
After being 'washed up', Katie and I relocated to her room. I was sitting on the edge of her king sized bed, watching her rummage through her dresser for clothes an appropriate fit for me. I'm starting to regret asking because she is taking forever!

Funny because I initially protested the idea of clothes since it makes no sense now that I'm a goddamned cartoon horse. But, I'm still kinda insecure about my new 'sex' so... I guess you can say my better judgment got the best of me.

I sighed and began waddling my legs back and fourth like an impatient child. I should have knew she was gonna do something to piss me off either way, especially after what happened in the restroom.

Did I forget to tell you it took her like twenty minutes to wash me up? It would have been quicker but she didn't have a chill button and wouldn't stop throwing me in the tub like it was the damn swimming Olympics! Ugh, I'm gonna spend days cleaning water out my ears...

But, the embarrassing part came when she insisted on using feminine shampoo to wash my hair. Of course I tried to fight back, but it was to no avail. I knew it was possible to be raped with a shampoo bottle, but I never knew it was possible to be raped by the substance itself!

Maybe the smell was so critical she had to use a stronger smell to mask it?
Excuses, brain, excuses! She's insane!

“Sorry Shawn, I couldn't find anything that fits you,” Katie said, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I shrugged. “It's alright, I guess.” Unbelievable! Are you kidding me! All this time doing nothing I could have been sleeping! Y-you... ass hat!

“Eh, I think you will be fine. Your tail covers all the important parts anyway.”

My tail flapped against the bed in bemusement. Wait... my tail? My ail! I almost forgot about it! Yeah, I think it will be able to conceal my backside pretty well now that I think about. I mean, I never seen anything slip up in the show once, so maybe it shouldn't happen to me?

The only problem is it's a kid show. Even if it did slip up there's no way in hell they would animate pony genitalia. So... maybe it isn't worth it?
2015 will be the year of nudity... I can tell.

“Well, I hope it does. God, this would be so much easier if outerwear existed!”

“...Outerwear?”

“Yeah, outerwear! It's some type of invisible underwear ponies wear to cover their most precious parts. I read about it in a fanfic alongggg time ago.”

She grimaced. “That sounds... retarded.”

“Not retarded, superfluous,” I opined. "Think of it as a coat on a rainy day."

She ignored my sentiment and snatched a small crystal bottle from her dresser, slowly accosting me with it.

“...What is that?” I asked, inquisitively eyeing the new possession in her hands.

“Oh... nothing,” she said while stiffening a giggle.

I scrutinized the bottle and read the text imprinted on the bottle out loud. “Chanel...”

Oh my god, she's trying to put perfume on me!

“C'mon Shawn! You will smell so good! Don't you wanna smell good?”

“No! Don't come near me with that you psycho!” I said while scattering back in the bed, feeling my back press against the wall.

The wide eyed girl came closer, resembling that silent girl with the toy bunny from Dexter's laboratory more and more. “Shawn, come on! This is the main component of living!”

“Not for me! Why can't you just use deodorant on me?!”

“If you are going to be female you are going have to smell the part, Shawn!”

“How about if I'm not that type of girl?”

She snickered. “Hehe, there is no such thing!” she then pounced on the bed and cornered me into the wall. Before I could say anything, she grabbed me by the muzzle and moved the bottle to my eyesight.

Ehh...whatever.

I closed my eyes as she began to wildly spray the fragrance around my body. The smell of it was enough to make me go on a coughing fit reminiscent of a lung cancer patient. Sadly she was still spraying during my cough fit, making my taste buds tingle as a spicy taste went my throat.

“Ahhhh, you crazy cur!” I grunted while waving my hooves deliriously, trying to air my surroundings of the strong scent. I opened my eyes and glared at Katie, who was standing by her dresser of death once again. “It got in my mouth!”

She ignored my cries and pulled out a mini red brush. I gritted my teeth and threw my hooves up. “Katie, I swear to God if you do something with my hair I'll bite your lips off!"

“Oh hush you!” she murmured while waving a hand. “I'm just going to brush your hair.”

“You sure? Just a simple brush?”

She nodded and walked back to the bed. “Yep. No pigtails, buns, or anything of different breed.”

I sighed in relief. Thank God, I thought she would get in her 'extreme makeover pony edition' mode .

“I mean, if I wasn't so tired I would do it. I think you would look nice with it!” she said with a grin.

I shook my head. “Nah, I think I would look gay. You know would look good? A haircut. I would look more like a guy with one ”

Her grin faltered as she put her hands on her hips, arching her waist to the left in disdain. “Uhh... no. You would look like Sylvia Scarlett. Now that would look hella gay.”

I started at her blankly. “...You're lying.”

“I'm serious. Those long eyelashes and soft features of yours aren't helping.”

“Well, I'll just get a scissor and trim the eyelashes! Then after that I can train my face to look more muscular and manly!”

“...You're serious?”

I deadpanned. “No, I'm just talking out of my ass. Go ahead and brush it, runt.”

“Alright!” she yelled in expectancy.
….........................................................................................................................................................................
10 minutes later.

Well, Katie kept to her word and didn't try to do anything fancy with my hair. All she did was use her brush and take care of the frizzles in my mane and tail. I don't know why it took her so long, but who am I to complain?

But then again, it was only ten minutes. Ten minutes is probably regular? Matter of fact, how would I know? I usually brush my hair for like thirty seconds.

“Hellooooo?” Katie uttered while shaking me out of my stupor.

Oh my god, this is the second time. So embarrassing. “Sorry, picturing whore island again,” I blurted out.

“What do you think?” she said while holding up a small mirror in front of me. When I looked at my reflection, my ears perked up in surprise, and I was lucky enough to witness it.

Well, this exceeded my expectations. While the pon- I mean while I basically look the same as earlier, the prim mane and tail sure makes a hell of a difference.

I focused my attention to my new 'hairdo'. Gone were the small hair follicles that sprung up in every place as my mane now went down my shoulders straightly and silky. I also seemed to have two curls in the front of my hair, just like earlier, and the overall shape of the mane was puffier than before. I then turned to my eyes and noticed how well the puffy mane accentuates the shape and hue of my eyes, giving it a rounder but more vivid appearance. I got to say I look more upbeat like this, or in other words, more like a pony from the show. Honestly I will miss the unkempt look. It made me look gritter and represented how I felt inside better... but this isn't so bad I guess.

I leered at the reflection once again. In fact, there's an irrefutable appreciation to my 'look', but I just can't understand why. I don't really look like the pony in the mirror, so why should I be excited with how well it looks? Meh, I don't know.

“Uh, thanks Katie,” I said meekly, still mesmerized by my reflection. A smile was threatening to form on my face, but I quelled it by biting on my lips. “You did a g-good job.”

“You're welcome! And I know, I think you look cute!”

“Cute in an adorable or sexy way?” I asked timidly.

“Adorable way, duh! ” She huffed. She then smiled and quickly said, “I'm sure your sexy in pony standards though.”

“Sexy as in handsome or beautiful?”

“What do you think, dickless?” she growled.

I cringed. “What the hell is your problem?”

“Oh nothing...” she whispered.

I scowled. Alright, that was weird. I was just joking for Christ sakes! Even if she didn't like my joke, what would cajole her to talk to me like that?

I think being in the same room for too long is getting into her head.

I turned to the edge of the bed and kicked my hind legs out, dropping to the floor. “Can we go downstairs now?” I whispered hastily.

“Sure.”

We walked to the doors. Before I can even open it, Katie reached for the handle.

Oh boy, I know where this is going.

“Poni-”

“Ladies first!” I injected while giving a respectful bow, extending my hoof all the way to the hall way. I stayed like that for a good five seconds until I opened an eye to peak at the hallway, which was still empty. Oh hell nah.

“I said ladies first...” I said in the sweetest tone I could muster, my mouth curling into a frown.

“I'm not a lady, I'm a girl.”

My eyes snapped open as I glared at her. “Well, girls first!”

“You're a girl, too.”

“No I am not! I'm a guy!”

“Your vagina begs to differ.”

What?

Everything around me became dark as my eyes targeted Katie and mentally projected a bright beam of spotlight on her. I took a huge step back and found myself outside the room. For an extended second they remained steady and unblinking. “What did you say?”

She shrugged and started walking across the hallway. “It's true.”

I growled and slowly trailed behind her. “What's popping with you, Katie?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don't play stupid. You know damn well you've been acting weird today.”

“How am I weird?”

“Well, besides putting perfume and female shampoo on me, every time my gender was brought up you said something smart or scornful! What's up with that?!”

She halted her gait and turned around to look at me.“Okay, I have. You're point?”

“My point is you're being a dick!”

“Well, you're being a bitchy baby with your incessant 'I'm a guy' statements! It's annoying!"

My jaw hung open. I'm annoying? I'm annoying?! “Y-you... shut your mouth! You know how sensitive I am when it comes to this! Hell, you saw me pass out this morning when I realized I lost manhood... you saw it!” I barked, my voice beginning to shake with rage and angst. “And I wouldn't have to keep repeating myself if you didn't keep trying to push a female agenda on me!”

Katie shot me a fevered glare and clutched her fists together. I matched her stare with my own, and surprisingly her expression softened. Instead of responding, she stayed silent.

“ Tell me, Katie, why are you trying to push a female agenda on me?” I continued, trying to edge to talk. Still nothing came out. I sighed and began to pace around the hallway. “You know, Katie, I've been trying to ignore the gender change this whole time because I always thought the severity of being female paled in comparison to being a pony... but that doesn't make it a walk in the fucking park!

“ When you used female shampoo and perfume on me, I tried to ignore it. I didn't like it, but it beats smelling like Big Foot's dick, so I was like 'whatever'. But,” my tone took a sharp turn as I took a step forward, “when you try to coerce me to identify with a gender I wasn't born with and get frustrated when I fail to comply, that's when I tell you to piss off!”

After my tirade, I breathed in and out heavily, my heartbeat taking a minor but noticeable bump in speed. An extended moment of silence passed by. Wow, so she isn't going to speak? I at least hoped she would explain her actions so it wouldn't look like I was brow-beating her. I sighed and lifted my head up to look at her. My eyes widened as I got a glance at her quivering lips and watery eyes.

I made her cry!

“Oh shit, I'm sorry, Katie! I didn't mean any harm, I was just trying to-”

“No, don't apologize, Shawn,” she said with a weak smile, rubbing her eyes. “It's not because of anything you said.”

“I-I just don't understand what triggered you to say those things. Did I do something?”

She shook her head. “N-no, not really. It's just... when I realized you were female... I felt...” she paused to sniff, “...excited inside.”

“...Why?”

“Well, as you know by now I never had a sister growing up.”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“So, when I was a kid I always tagged along with you and Dante because I really had no one to play with. Don't get me wrong, you guys were great company and stuff but you guys always did 'boyish' things. I was fine with it but what really irked me was you guys never wanted to do anything I wanted to do. It made me feel like... an outcast.” She crossed her stance demurely, rubbing her arm. “Still, I decided to play with you guys though because it's more fun playing with someone else than yourself! But, I still wished we could have done things my way... so, I thought you becoming female was a way I could finally experience what was missing from my childhood... but,” she exhaled through her nose, “I guess it wasn't.”

My eyes dilated. Not in astonishment, but embarrassment. She was deprived of female siblings as a kid, huh? Of course, how didn't I deduce anything like that sooner or later? It was rudimentary, man!

I manged to resist going into a self-recriminating stupor by biting my tongue. “So... you're saying you want me to be your sister? Technically I am your sister.”

She shook her head. “Umm... no. Forget about semantics. When I mean sister, I mean as the person who can fill the void you and Dante created.”

I was afraid of that.

I sighed and jabbed a hoof in my face, feeling the ambivalence eating me up. Now I'm staring to feel bad. The poor kid just wanted another sister and I'm the closest thing she has. It's frustrating if you think about it, because it's like the world is 'teasing' her. That sucks because Katie is a sweet kid and doesn't deserve this. In fact, after the way she stayed to comfort me today, you could say I'm obligated to be her 'sister'.

Well, I'm not. I'm not obligated to appease her by being someone I'm not! That's such a detriment to my character, man. Even if I do 'play the role' how about if I gradually began to enjoy it? No, missed me with that, baby! I'm abstaining from everything girly not because I'm a misogynist, but because it's not who I am! Just because the octagon, (and yes I did give my penis a nickname) is gone doesn't mean I'm her sister! I have to make things clear, man...

“...I don't know, Katie,” I started, beginning to walk again. “I understand where you're coming from, but I can't just fill that void. I'm still your brother by heart, you know?”

“I know, Shawn, I know. I shouldn't project my selfish desires on you, you know? It isn't right and...I'm sorry.”

I looked up to see a wistful smile on her face. I returned the smile, softly saying, “I forgive you.” I took a deep breath. “Honestly Katie, it could really be diff-” my sentence was stopped short as I missed a step on the staircase, soon feeling gravity forcefully pull me down.

“-rennnnnnnnnnnnnnt” I yelled as I tumbled down the stairs. TOURRETES TORRETES TOURETTES! I thought in rhythm to the sound of me thudding down the stairs. It wasn't until I saw the brown wooden floor I actually became scared. “Gah!” I yelped while crossing my fore hooves in front of my face for protection.

Thud!

The thumping finally ended as I landed on my living room floor, my arms absorbing all of the pain and contact. It wasn't as painful as I envisioned... but it definitely was embarrassing! In fact, of all the embarrassing things that happened today... this takes the crack in the ass.

You should have payed attention to the ground when you were walking. Remember kids, talking while walking down the stairs/across the street is the bastard child of texting while driving.

“Jesus Christ...” I muffled into the floor.

“HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT THING?!” A gravely male voice exclaimed in terror.

Oh crap

Author's Notes:

You know I couldn't go new years without releasing another chapter . Not much to say about this one, but enjoy the light hearted tone for now because this might be the last one to have it.

Edit: Whoops, the editor screwed up some formatting when I published it. It should be fixed now.