Sharp Wing sat impatiently on a cushioned chair in the white walled waiting room to see the doctor. Wanting as few ponies to know about her condition as possible, she had decided to hide her scabbards in a bush outside the building. She hoped that without them she wouldn't be identified. It seemed to be working. None of the other ponies in the waiting room seemed to pay her much attention. Then Pinkie Pie entered the waiting room. Sharp Wing willed herself to be invisible but for some reason it didn't work. Pinkie Pie scanned the room, saw Sharp Wing, and sat down beside her. Sharp Wing was very aware of Pinkie Pie watching her. Any second now.

"I haven't seen you before! Are you new to Ponyville? Ooh, I bet you just moved into Cloudsdale because you're a pegasus! Or are you just visiting? Do you have family here? What's your favorite color? I'm Pinkie Pie what's your name?" She asked with rapid fire speed.

Luckily Sharp Wing's powers of improvising hadn't left her.

"My name is Double Ex," she said, using the name she had given the receptionist. "I was actually just passing through Ponyville on my way to visit family in Canterlot but I noticed this weird mark on my underside and I thought I should have it looked at. Also, my favorite color is blue."

Sharp Wing sat up straighter to show Pinkie Pie the mark from the rope burn.

"Oh, that does look nasty! I'm here because I have tennis knee. Isn't that funny? I don't even play tennis!" My favorite color is pink which is lucky because that's the same color I am. I know another pegasus who has the same cutie mark as you. His name is Sharp Wing, which is funny because his wings aren't actually sharp, he just uses them to hold swords."

Sharp Wing decided to have a little fun.

"Oh really? I've never met another pony with the same cutie mark as me. What's he like?"

"He's nice. He's good at making ponies laugh, and he's also a really good dancer. He has this move where he looks he's walking forwards but he's actually moving backwards. He calls it the moon trot. I've tried to copy it, but I never can. I think he uses his wings or something."

Sharp Wing almost asked if her stallion counterpart was good-looking, but decided against it.

"Double Ex, the doctor is ready for you," called out the receptionist.

"Well, that's my cue. Nice meeting you Pinkie Pie," Sharp Wing said as she left.

"Nice to meet you too!" Pinkie Pie beamed.

Sharp Wing followed a nurse who led her to the examining room.

"Hello, Double Ex, my name is Doctor Cold-Hooves. Have a seat on the table," a yellow stallion with glasses and a white doctor's coat greeted her. He also had a stethoscope around his neck. "What seems to be the trouble?"

"Before I tell you will you promise not to tell anypony?" asked Sharp Wing as she sat down on the table.

Doctor Cold-Hooves smiled a knowing smile.

"Don't worry, ma'am, all of our examinations at the hospital are completely confidential."

"Good, the problem is that I woke up this morning as a mare. I'm actually a stallion."

Doctor Cold-Hooves suddenly seemed like he was a statue.

"Are you okay, Doctor?"

"Um, yes, yes I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting you to say that. I thought you were going to tell me that you were having trouble getting pregnant or something."

"I don't intend to. I want to be turned back to normal."

"Well, that's beyond my expertise. I suggest you pay a visit to a friend of mine to help you with that," Doctor Cold-Hooves said as he held out a business card. Sharp Wing didn't even look at it.

"Your friend is a psychiatrist isn't he?"

Doctor Cold-Hooves smiled weakly.

"I'm not crazy, Doc. At least, not yet. I'm told I have at least a week before that happens."

Doctor Cold-Hooves seemed doubtful.

"I'm serious, my name is Sharp Wing. I'm the pony who rode a manticore into the Everfree Forest yesterday."

Doctor Cold-Hooves' eyes widened.

"Impossible," he breathed, leaning forward to examine Sharp Wing.

Sharp Wing sat there uncomfortably as the doctor walked around her.

"You say you woke up as mare?" he inquired once he had finished.

"I know I wasn't a mare last night."

"Do you realize what this means?"

"That sompony out there hates me?"

"No, I'm talking about a scientific breakthrough!"

"What are you talking about?"

Doctor Cold-Hooves gripped Sharp Wing's shoulders and stared into her eyes.

"Since the dawn of time the inner workings of the mare's mind has boggled stallions. But you, you are now in a position to compare your thoughts as a stallion to your thoughts as a mare! This might be the start of a new age of understanding!"

"I don't think my brain has changed though, except for a little mental scarring."

Doctor Cold-Hooves looked disappointed.

"Are you sure? Have you experienced any changes in say, romantic preferences?"

"I like mares," Sharp Wing said stubbornly.

"What about stallions?"

"Just mares."

"Interesting, it’s possible your knowledge of formally being a stallion is overriding the wiring of your new brain. I imagine if you were to hit your head and lose all of your memory you would prefer stallions."

Sharp Wing was starting to get nervous. The doctor's eyes seemed to have starting gleaming in a disturbing way.

"Hey, don't get any ideas. If you made me forget I was a stallion I wouldn't be able to compare brains."

"No, I suppose not," the doctor sighed. "I suppose the best course of action would be to get a DNA sample from you just to confirm."

Doctor Cold-Hooves snipped off a lock of Sharp Wing's mane and left the room.

"No doubt about it," he said when he entered the room again. "You have-"

He paused as he suddenly realized something.

"Oh, I get it. Double Ex. Clever."

Sharp Wing shrugged.

"Anyway, I have no idea how to turn you back into a stallion. I've never seen anything like this before," Doctor Cold-Hooves admitted.

"Well, what am I supposed to do now?" questioned Sharp Wing, deflated.

"Perhaps Twilight Sparkle can fix you with magic?"

"Tried that already."

"Well, the best I can do is give you this," said Doctor Cold-Hooves as he held out the business card for his psychiatrist friend.

Sharp Wing took it and left the hospital. With the ways things were going she figured she would need it.