[99 - 2] Having Girl Problems (Discontinued)

Special note:
This story has been discontinued due to a major flaw in the first chapter that I didn't catch.
The entire story is being taken back to the drawing board to be re-written from the ground up.
End Note

[99 - 2]
Having Girl Problems

Continued from 'I Feel Bad for ya Son'
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>"Nonny, come on!"
"No."
>"Pleeeeaaase?"
"I said no, Pinkie."
>"But you've been cooped up for three days!  You've gotta-"
"Pinkie," you interjected.
"I don't want to go out right now.  I'm not me."
>"Come on Nonny," she pleaded, hopping on your back.
>You buried your face in your pillow, groaning into it as the pink mare bounced upon you.
"You are insufferable," you mumbled.
>"I knew you'd come around!" she said, landing on her side of the bed.
>While she'd been light as a feather when she was jumping on your back, her landing on the other side of the bed sent you upwards a good couple of inches.
>You sighed before finally pushing yourself up.
>As your hair fell to block your view, you shot Pinkie a glare.
>The glare didn't last long though, as she had dove under you.
>If you dropped back down now, you'd squish her.
>And she was using those god damned puppy dog eyes.
"Don't look at me like that."
>She only smiled wider.
"Pinkie," you warned.
>"Yeeesss, Nonny?" she said, her grin impossibly big.
>You stared at her for a minute or so.  There was a thought you had, but it'd since disappeared into her treacherous gaze.
"Alright, fine, I'm getting up," you grumbled.
>As you slid to a sitting position, Pinkie bounded down to the floor.
>You hissed as you stood up fully, a dull pain now throbbing in your back.
>"What's a matter, Nonny?" Pinkie inquired as she rolled around on the floor.
"My back is killing me," you said, rubbing said area with your hand.
>"Why?"
>You knew the answer, but you didn't want to think about it.

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"I bet it's just the bed."
>"Nooony," she teased.  "You're a terrible liar."
>Of course she was a lie detector.
>She could pull a cannon out of nowhere; you'd seen her do it, so why not?
>Matter of fact, that Pink abomination of nature could probably do a few things that would confuse Twilight.
>Then again, Twilight did manage to somehow botch a teleportation spell and turn it into a gender swap spell.
>Regardless, Pinkie was still right.
>You really did need to work on your lying.
"It's my tits, Pinkie," you stated flatly.
>"Whaddya mean?"
"I mean I've got who knows how much weight stapled to my chest now, and it's throwing me off."
>"But I thought girls were supposed to have boo bees where you're from?"
"More often than not, yeah.  Hell, even some guys have 'em."
>"Really?"
"Yeah."
>"Did they have back problems too?"
"Come to think of it, yeah..." you said, your brain churning out ideas.
>Rather, one idea in particular.
"No."
>"No?"
"No, no, no!  I am NOT getting a bra!"
>"A bra?  What's a bra?"
>Right.  No tits.  Ponies probably wouldn't know what a bra was.
"A bra.  It holds a girl's tits for 'em."
>"Really? Like this?"
>Before the word 'no' left your mouth, Pinkie was holding one of your breasts in each hoof.
"Yes," you said, jumping away from her.
"Just like that."
>"I'll be your bra, Nonny!" she declared, bouncing towards you.
"No Pinkie, it doesn't work like that."
>"Then how does it work?"
>Confound this pony.
"It's like an extra piece of underwear, but only for girls."
>"Oh!  Like your small pants?!" she said, jumping up excitedly.

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>Some way or another she'd acquired a pair of your boxers, wearing them herself.
"Pinkie!  Stop playing in my underwear!" you said, giving chase to the troublesome mare.
>"Wee!" she giggled, bouncing from wall to wall, around the room, off the bed-
>Fuck it.  You can't catch this... thing.  At least, not like this.
>Then, an idea struck.  You calmly walked over to the bed as she bounced around you.
>Sitting down, you waited for her to land, then pounced, pinning her to the bed.
"Gotcha!"
>She only giggled, sticking her tongue out at you as you wormed your boxers off of her.
>After you'd secured your precious garment back in its rightful drawer, you sat back down on the bed.
>"So why don't you wanna get a bra?" Pinkie said, slithering along the bed, stopping when her head was next to your leg.
"Cause it's weird."
>"Why?"
"Cause guys don't wear bras.  At least, most of them don't."
>"But it'll make your back feel better, right?"
>You remained silent.  She knew the answer to that; just as you did.
>"So why don't you get one if it'll make you feel better?"
"Cause I'm not a girl!" you said defiantly.
>Pinkie wormed her way up to your chest, resting her head in between your breasts.
>"Really?" she said, snickering.
"Pinkie, don't you dare."
>"Don't what?" she said, her innocence slipping.
"Pinkie-"
>Too late.  She was shaking her head wildly from side to side.
>Huh.
>So that's what it feels like to get motor boated.
>Falling backwards, you pushed the party pony out of your cleavage and onto the bed beside you.

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>"Sooo, you're not a girl?" Pinkie giggled.
"Yeah yeah, point taken.  But this is just temporary; I don't need to waste any time or effort on a bra if it'll only be used for a little while."
>"I dunno Nonny," she said, finally calming down.
>"It's only been three days and your back is already hurting.  What if Twi-"
"I don't want to talk about that unicorn."
>Pinkie had a sorrowed expression, but pressed on.
>"If it makes you not hurt, then you gotta get one Nonny!"
"No.  A thousand times no.  I'll throw out my back before I wear a bra."
>"Nonny!" Pinkie exclaimed, looking stern.
"Besides, it's not like ponies wear bras.  I doubt I could make one even if I wanted to- which I don't, by the way."
>"You've gotta get one, Nonny!  And I know just the pony to make on for you!"
>Oh dear god.
>She was bad enough when you asked her to make pants for you.
>But now?  If she found out you were a girl, she might...
"No."
>"But I haven't even-"
"No, no, no.  I'm not talking to her.  If she finds out-"
>"She already knows!" Pinkie said, bouncing around you, smiling.
"But-"
>"Most of the girls already know, Nonny," she giggled.
>You're doomed.
>If you wind up in the care of that white unicorn again, you'll never escape.
>She tried to doll you up when you first met her, but now she had a reason to put dresses on you.
>You can either go peacefully, or try and fight the pink menace.
>This is not going to go well for you.
"...I'll get ready," you muttered, wandering towards the shower.
>You'll need to make sure and hide your pants and boxers.
>A bra is one thing, but there'll be hell to pay before you put on a pair of panties.
>Best to just not bring that up around... well, any of the ponies.

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>...
>Carousel Boutique.
>Somehow it felt... cold.
>Whether it was or not didn't really matter, it came off that way to you after being cooped up in Sugarcube Corner's bright and vibrant innards.
>It wasn't foreboding or anything, but it really felt... cold.
>The feeling was enough to make your nipples hard.
>Of course, you knew this, which was why your arms were over your chest right now.
>Pinkie had dragged you here, almost without clothing.
>She'd deposited you in the main lobby area, bounding off to harass Rarity.
>Now, you didn't really have anything against Rarity, but she wasn't exactly your type.
>She was a very classy lady, and you weren't.  Simple as that.
>As you stood there, rocking back and forth on the heels of your feet, you wondered what exactly to say to the unicorn.
>She was sophisticated, almost with a delicate demeanor about her, and you weren't.
>Apparently the gossipy mouth of Pinkie had spilled the beans to nearly half the town about what'd happened to you, but that didn't make anything any easier.
>How do you explain what a bra is to a fashion designer?
>Let alone a designer for another species?
>She'd gotten your clothing down fairly well, sure, but this was something completely different.
>Something she'd never seen before, something you had little experience with.
>Well, little experience in wearing them at least.
>As far as you knew, there was something about sizing that involved letters, and they all clasped in the back.
>That's about all you'd needed to know before recent events with purple smart.

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>Funny, you'd always thought bigger is better, and it boggled your mind when women with larger breasts would complain or talk about getting breast reductions.
>Yet here you are, wishing you didn't have to deal with these meat bags.
>At least you didn't have to deal with stallions making passes at you or something.
>For now.  It was only a matter of time if you didn't get switched back or get the hell out of this place.
>You were certain of it.
>"Nonny!" was the last thing you heard before the sudden impact of something pink and bubble gum flavored on your chest.
>You knew it was bubble gum flavored because her hair had gotten all up in your face.
"Hm Pnk," you muttered into Pinkie's mane.
>It hadn't been five minutes, but she had some kind of obsession with your breasts that incurred the attention of flying Pinkie.
>Though you couldn't really blame her, they were nice breasts to say the least, it was still irritating.
>You bit your lip though.  She was providing you with a place to stay, so for now you could deal with it.
>"Pinkie, I can't help Anonymous if you're smothering him."
"Hm Rary," you said into Pinkie's mane.
>"Right!" she agreed, launching off of your chest and back to the ground.
"And I'm a 'her' for now," you said, correcting Rarity as you tried to get the fuzzy bubblegum flavor out of your mouth.
>"I'm sure it's only a matter of time before Twili—"
"Yeah, yeah.  For now though, might as well be correct about it.  No need confusing ponies or whatever."
>Rarity pursed her lips, looking you over.
>She had a good poker face too.

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"What's the matter?"
>"Nothing's 'the matter,' Anonymous.  I've only heard about your," she paused for a moment, thinking of what to say.
"Event?"
>"Yes, that.  Your event.  I've only heard of it, I didn't realize you'd changed so much," she said.
>"Shall we continue to the measuring room then, for a bit of privacy?"
>You nodded, following Rarity and Pinkie up the stairs.
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>As the door shut behind you, Rarity directed you to the center of the room.
>She was incredibly quiet as she circled you, taking note of your new physique.
>Pinkie was not deterred though, bouncing around the room, examining this and that.
>"Alright Anonymous, the shirt needs to come off."
"What?"
>"You heard right.  I can't get an accurate measurement with another garment interfering."
>You could feel blood rushing to your face as you shifted in place.
>"Is something the matter, darling?"
>"She's just nervous!" Pinkie interjected, hopping over.
>"Anonymous, I won't judge you for what you are," Rarity said, returning her attention to you.
>"Nonny was like that the first time, wasn't she Rarity?" Pinkie chimed in, giggling.
>Reluctantly, you started to remove your shirt.  You knew this was going to happen, but that didn't make you any more comfortable with it.
>Pulling the shirt off your head, you could feel the chilled air on your skin, sending a shiver up your spine.
>As the shirt fell to the floor, you crossed your arms over your breasts again.
>You could feel the heat from your face on your arms already and there wasn't much you could do about it.
>"She's so cute when she's shy!" Pinkie said, hopping around you.
>Much to your surprise, Rarity did not chime in and agree with her.

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>Instead, she summoned a tape measure from the dark and mysterious bowels her design station, along with a couple of stools.
>Positioning one beside you, she motioned for you to sit down as she hopped up on the other.
>You did so, still covering your assets as best you could.
>"Anonymous, dear, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to lower your arms," she said, a look of sincere empathy on her features.
>Whatever magic she infused that look with, it made you feel secure enough to lower your arms.
>Rarity nodded, gently measuring your newest developments.
>She would wrap the measure around one, then the other, then completely around your chest.
>Then came measurements you weren't sure how to describe or why she was taking them, but you knew she wouldn't waste time on something like this.
>All throughout though, the only noise in the room came from Pinkie who would giggle occasionally from the corner as Rarity examined you.
>"Nonny!  Don't sting Rarity!"
>Your blush immediately returned in full, causing you to cover your breast once more, nearly knocking Rarity from her stool in the process.
>After Rarity balanced herself, she took a deep breath and hopped down.
"Are we done?" you asked quietly.
>To which, her response was, "No.  Stay here."
>Before you could question her further, she gripped Pinkie's tail in her magic and pulled her away as well.
>"I'll be just a moment," she said before ducking out of the room and shutting the door.
>Curious, you thought to yourself.
>Being the inquisitive being you are, you rose from your seat to wander the room.
>Had there been any other sounds in the room, you would've missed the incredibly hushed whispers.

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>Standing still, you waited to see if the hushed voices would continue.
>A few moments of unbearable silence later, and they did just that.
>You walked over to the door, pressing your ear up against it to listen.
>Seeing as Rarity and Pinkie were the only others you knew of in the building, it made sense that they would be the ones whispering.
>Concentrating, you were able to pick up bits and pieces of the conversation occurring on the other side of the door.
>"...Pinkie, you've got to understand.  We have no idea what Anonymous is going through."
>"But—"
>"No buts Pinkie.  I understand you're trying to cheer her up, but you're going about it the wrong way.  You can't pretend there isn't a problem."
>"But there isn't!"
>"Maybe not to you or I, but it's obviously affecting her.  Now, I'm going to continue helping Anonymous, you should consider another way to help her as well."
>"Like what?  I've tried everything!  He just doesn't want to smile!  He's worse than Cranky Doodle!  He said he wants to hate me..."
>"I'm sure, that given the circumstances, she isn't exactly in the right mind right now.  Try not to take things like that to heart, Pinkie, but don't ignore what she's going through."
>"What do I do Rarity?  He won't even talk about Twilight, he just mopes around and won't—"
>The rest of the conversation was quite suddenly cut short, as another voice caught your attention.
>A voice in the room with you.
>"Heeello?"
>Every fiber in your being told you to freeze, but you slowly turned your head to meet the source of the voice.

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>Upon meeting the filly's eyes, you followed your body's first primal reaction.
>To cover your exposed lady bits.
>Then squeak in terror.
>You'd been caught red-handed, listening in on someone else's conversation.
"Sweetie Belle!" you hissed, "What are you doing here?!"
>"I live here?" she responded, tilting her head.
"I know that, but in this room!"
>"Uuuhhh... I was looking fooor," she said, eyes scanning the room.
>"Sooome tape measure!" she finally answered, putting on a fake smile.
"Well you can't have that one, Rarity's using it."
>"Oh.  Ummm..." she said, shuffling in place.
"I think—"
>"I'm just gonna go," she said, bee lining for the door.
>"Bye Anon, bye Pinkie, bye Rarity!" she said as she nearly broke the door sprinting.
>You stood there, still covering your lady bits, examining the scene before you.
>Sweetie Belle had darted off; Rarity had a stern, if a little sorrowed expression on her face.
>And Pinkie was doing something you'd never seen her do before.
>She was drying her eyes.
>"Well," Rarity said, finally choosing to speak up.
>"Pinkie, I think you should go take care of those things we were discussing."
>"Y-yeah!" Pinkie said, a weak smile on her face.
>"I'll see you later Nonny!" she continued, seemingly back to her old self.
>You desperately wanted to know how the rest of their conversation went, but kept your mouth shut all the same.
>As you nodded acknowledgement to Pinkie, Rarity walked back into the room.
>"Shall we continue?" she inquired, quietly shutting the door behind herself.

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"S-sure," you murmured, returning to your seat.
"What all do you ne-"
>"I need to whip up some test clothing and have you try it on before I make any serious commitment to this.  Fashion is a serious art, Anonymous."
"I don't need anything fancy, Rarity, just something functional."
>"I see.  What was it Pinkie called it?  A 'brea?'"
"A bra.  It uh... Holds these up for me," you said, cupping your breasts for her.
>"Very well.  Would you mind telling me, why do human females need bras?"
"I don't know all the reasons; I'm not used to being a girl.  I do know it keeps them from slapping around and it can relieve back pain or something."
>"I see," Rarity said, scrunching her face in thought.
>"Forgive me if I offend you, Anonymous.  I must say this is a situation I haven't been in before," she says, rummaging through some bottomless cabinet.
"Sorry I had to put you in the situation at all, Rarity.  I don't know how long I'm going to be stuck like this, but I know I'll need a bra eventually.  Might as well get one now."
>"Has Twilight made no headway on how to fix your... situation?" she inquired, approaching you with two swatches of cloth in her magical grip.
"I wouldn't know."
>"Why is that?" she asked, placing a swatch on each of your breasts, apparently trying to figure out which looked better or something.
"Because I haven't talked to her since she did this to me."
>"Did that to you?  I thought it was an accident?"  As she spoke, she returned to her cabinet to rummage for more swatches.
>Remaining silent, you merely adjusted your position on your stool.
>"Regardless of how it happened, I'm sure Twilight will find a way to reverse it.  She's got a keen eye for things of this nature."

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"I'll say," you muttered.
>"What was that?"
"Nothing."
>"Anonymous, you know you can talk to me if you need to.  Girl to girl, if you will."
"Gee thanks."
>Rarity facades a rather weak smile, comparing two more swatches on your breasts now.
"I just don't want to be her experiment anymore.  I want to get my dick back and go home.  In that order."
>"I'm sure she's trying to do just that, Anonymous.  Magic isn't always easy."
"Yeah but she won't stop taking notes or avoiding trying to send me home.  It's like she wants to keep me here so she can study me."
>"In her defense, you are one of a kind.  That being said, I sincerely doubt she would want to keep you here against your will."
>Seemingly satisfied with a swatch of a thick but smooth cloth, she began sewing something up across the room.
"See, normally I'd be fine with that, but she flat out said she wanted to examine me because it was a once-in-a-lifetime thing or some bullshit!"
>"You are correct, it -is- a once in a lifetime opportunity, for the both of you."
"An opportunity I never wanted!"
>"One I'm sure she never intended to force upon you.  You're acting like a filly about all of this-"
"How would you have me act?  'Oh gee, thanks for taking away one more scrap of my identity, Twilight!'  Is that how you'd have me act?!"
>Turning from her sewing station, she donned a rather serious gaze.
>"Anonymous, calm down.  You're acting like she wanted all of this to happen.  I'm sure that it was an accident.  If you would simply explain to her how you feel, I'm positive she would understand."
"She won't let me explain anything!"

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>"Just as I'm sure you're doing the same to her.  We are your friends, Anonymous.  At least, I'd like to think that, and we don't take advantage of our friends."
"Maybe to you, but to her I'm just another experiment."
>"Very well.  If you won't listen to reason I shan't press the issue further," she said, returning to her sewing.
>"I do still implore you to try and have a mature conversation with her.  I'm positive that would clear much of this up."
"No!  Yo-"
>"Hush, Anonymous, lest you want this garment to pinch and pull at your skin."
>While she continued working, you sat, arms folded, smoldering in your mood.
>She'd essentially put you in time-out, using a piece of clothing you never once thought of wearing as leverage to do so.
>And there was nothing you could do about it.
>As you festered, Rarity began to hum a tune of sorts.
>It was familiar, but you didn't recognize it completely.
>One of -those- tunes.  The kind you hear all the time on TV.
>One that doesn't have any real rhyme or reason or lyrics or anything, but it's so damn... not upsetting.
>As she hummed, you slowly began to allow your mind to drift, thinking about what she'd said.
>She was kinda right, now that you thought about it.
>If you went back and thought about yours and Twilight's arguments they were... kinda childish.
>Even for something so serious, you probably over-reacted.
>You're sure as hell not going to apologize, because she fucking started it, but maybe...
>Maybe talking with Twilight would help.
>After all, you can't really recall a Saturday morning cartoon where arguing like idiots helped anything.

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>"There we are," Rarity piped up, interrupting your brooding.
>Snapping back to reality, you focused on the garment she'd created.
>"Raise your arms and let's see how this feels, hmm?"
>You obeyed silently, still a little pissed at the power she had over you through a piece of clothing.
>After a tug here and a pull there, Rarity stepped back after applying her work to you.
>"Well, it's a first draft, but I think I'm getting the hang of these 'breas.'  What do you think, Anonymous?"
>You looked down at your chest, now cupped and contained by the garment Rarity had made.
>It was simple, no fancy designs or colors, and it seemed to do its job.
>Tugging at the straps, you eventually got it to where it felt comfortable.
"Pretty good, I think," you said, a little bluntly.
>"Excellent.  I'll make a few notes on your adjustments and have you a couple of improved designs by tomorrow."
>You stood up, putting your shirt back on.
"Thanks," you mumbled, finally getting the shirt back on.  It felt kinda weird to be wearing a bra and a shirt after so long without it.
>Weird, but not bad either.
>Something you weren't sure if you should feel good or not about yet...
>"Of course, Anonymous.  Will you please consider talking to Twilight like an adult?"
A frown dawning your face, you mummed out an "I'll think about it."
>"You won't regret it," she said happily, writing down some more notes.
"Did Pinkie tell you where she was headed?"
>"Not particularly, no.  I'm sure she'll find you soon enough."
>Grumbling to yourself, you decided to just head back home.  Enough weird bullshit for today.

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