My name is Moondancer. I'm a twenty four year old scholar living alone in the city I had been born and raised in, Canterlot. Until just last month, I had been keeping to myself by holing out in the comfort of my house, not wanting anything to do with my 'friends' when my best friend betrayed me. It's all settled now, we made peace and all, but now I've got a much bigger problem; they want me to join them on their little excursions out into the town.

To this very day, I have never once understood the point of a girl's night out on the town. They dress up in revealing outfits, put on pounds of makeup, and flaunt their bodies around to try and entice some random stallion into following them home. It's absolutely baffling.

And yet, in spite of it all, I was currently sitting in the living room of a friend's house, listening to these three old friends of mine gossiping about boys like they were high school students. I was absolutely bored out of my skull with how the three just kept on yammering on, and even then, I still had yet to discover any kind of pattern to their conversation, meaning that I couldn't even make a response. It was just plain annoying chatter in my ears.

"Hey, Moondancer, is any of this sinking in?" asked Minuette, making me give a slightly surprised little jolt from behind my glasses as I struggled to find a way to give an answer to whatever it was that she asked me.

"Oh, you know she doesn't pay attention when we talk about guys or clubs" Twinkleshine said with a rather annoying amount of sass.

"Oh! Let's go check out 'The Blue Flamingo', I hear it's supposed to be really hot" Lemon Hearts chimed in as they all looked to me for a moment, wearing their big, dopey smiles.

"You wanna actually come with us this time, Moondancer?" Minuette asked me, only for me to sigh and shake my head.

"Sorry girls, I'm just not feeling it this week" I told them, hearing a chorus of sighs and annoyed groans soon after.

"That's what you said about Girl's Night last week. Are you ever gonna come with us?" Twinkleshine asked, clearly annoyed.

"I'll go when I'm ready for it" I eventually answered, equally annoyed.

"Well, if you need us, we'll be out. Make yourself at home, as per usual" Minuette said as she and the others soon left, giving me time to finally relax and think. Looking around, I found her coffee table full of all kinds of junk; magazines, mail, and even some things of makeup here and there. Not so much as an ounce of good reading material.

"What do they even see in this crap?" I asked myself out loud, looking over all these idiotic tabloid exploits. Sometimes, I actually did wonder what it was that made going out on the town so fun. Of course, even if I did go out there, I'm pretty sure that it wouldn't end well for anyone. Hell, I'm pretty sure it'd make things awkward, especially how most ponies typically ignore me on account of my looks.

Minuette and the others have all commented on my figure in some way or another, mostly talking about my plain figure along with my, and I quote 'adorable face', but the rest were usually unable to see past my thick glasses. Sure, I had contacts, but I usually only kept them as a spare in case my glasses broke, and considering I know a spell that can just fix glasses anyway, it makes it certain I'd never wear them.

Right as I was on that tangent, I noticed something from the corner of my eye on the coffee table, a small magazine article that had 'Cosmetic Magic' as the title. Oddly convenient, but stranger things have happened in my life. I decided to pick up the magazine and see how it mentioned all kinds of things unicorns could do with just a little magic alone, and it actually managed to make me smile about it.

I had been wanting to actually mingle for some time, but I knew if I asked any of the girls for advice, they'd make a big deal out of it and never let me live it down. This at least had given me a little bit of hope, but I hadn't thought it possible to do something so major as changing your appearance through magic alone. Why wasn't everyone using this.

Taking the magazine and reading it over carefully, scanning every last aspect of it to make sure I had properly memorized, I pictured exactly what it was I wanted to look like, a good base to make certain that I could still look close to myself, just a bit different. I flared my horn and soon cast the spell upon my body, and I could already feel it tingling across my coat and my hair. When I opened my eyes, I looked for the nearest mirror and found myself awestruck at what I had become.

My normally cream colored fur had been dyed pure white, and my hair, normally straight and flat, managed to become wavy and even became a little bit more volumized. Even my eyes looked different, being blue instead of their normal purple. I almost didn't think it was me at the moment.

Looking down to my body, I started to think carefully about my next choice of action. If I wanted to, I could go out and pretend to be somebody else, to break my otherwise monotonous cycle of reading, spending time with friends after they got off work, and just go out on the town for some fun. I remember Twilight once telling me to give new ideas a chance, so, figuring this is among one of the things she meant, I decided to do just that. I looked down at my clothes and decided that they wouldn't exactly work out at a club, especially if I were trying to be somebody different. Thankfully for me, Minuette and I had been the same size since grade school, so I went into her room to try and find something I might like to wear.

When I came out to look at myself in the mirror again, I had been dressed in a hot pink top with only one shoulder strap, and a matching miniskirt. The middle of the top had been cut short to make it show off my midriff, as well as thigh high pink boots with black socks. I even went the extra mile by putting in my contact lenses and putting my glasses with the rest of my clothes. I looked back and realized that even my tail had become rather fluffy and wavy, making me feel as though I were looking down at someone else from an awkward angle. I took one good look at my reflection and still felt a little awkward, butterflies in my stomach fluttering in ways that made things especially awkward as I looked out towards the door.

"All I have to do is try this once. Should be simple enough" I said as I stumbled over to the door, the high heels of my boots clacking as I wobbled forward. Tonight was going to be a night that I knew for certain I wouldn't forget.

Author's Notes:

New story based on an image I found on Derpibooru. I'll try to do what I can to update it when I'm in a really inspired mood.