Background Pony #EF5F
“You expect me to believe you’re not some chick in body paint wearing his clothes.”
“Heh, you doubt?” the blue girl asked with a confident smirk. “Check this out!”
There was a sudden gust of wind, a powerful gale-force freight train of moving air followed by a loud crashing sound. The strange blue chick was gone for a moment, then suddenly appeared again in a blur from his left, skidding to a halt over a distance of about three yards. The sneakers screeched like tires fighting for traction against the pavement as she dove into a low crouch, then suddenly lunged into her own tailwind and rushed into the opposite direction from which she’d briefly appeared. In less than a second she apparated again from his right in a similar skid-stop, this time from his right, and there was a brief cyclone as the atmosphere struggled to keep up with her comings and goings in such a short interval, rival wakes of air clashing together and canceling out as the litter settled back down to earth from the disturbance.
She flicked her multi-colored hair out of her face and looked at him as if challenging him to express skepticism after such a demonstration.
“See? Superspeed! I got real life superpowers!” she declared, barely containing her pride. “No way to fake that! I ran around the block twice in three seconds!”
“How?” Jeff asked, brushing dust off his jacket as the last of the breeze from her racing died down.
“Told you! It’s a magic tattoo! I woke up this morning like this and WHAM! ZOOM! SUPERPOWERS!” she exclaimed, gesturing with her hands to indicate flying this way and that before striking a victory pose.
“Tattoo? Can I see it?” Jeff asked.
“Heh, yeah,” the blue girl chuckled. She tugged down on the neckline of her T-shirt, revealing a patch of bright colors on her blue chest. Jeff approached and hooked his finger on the neckline for himself, tugging down a little lower to reveal more of this mystical tattoo she was talking about.
A fluffy white cloud with a tri-color lightning bolt below it. Sitting on a respectable blue breast.
“Jealous?” she asked, beaming at him like she was showing off a Lambo. “If you get one, I suggest the three apples. They give you superstrength.”
“Nice tit. I mean, tat,” he deliberately corrected himself. “Are the nipples a darker blue, or-” he tugged a little harder on the shirt.
“H-hey! Stop being gross!” she suddenly protested, her squeaky voice flustered. His hand was swatted away and the girl grabbed back her shirt, bunching it up defensively under hear neck. “So what if I got turned into Rainbow Dash? It’s worth it for the superpowers!”
“Are you gay now, or something” Jeff asked.
“No! Ew! I definitely like girls!” she sputtered, her face changing from blue to cherry red.
“So you are gay?” he asked. “Because if you’re a girl now-”
“You’re just jealous!” she interrupted. “Argh, why do I even hang out with you? Here I am, a real life superhero with super-FREAKING-speed, and all you can think about is tits?”
“You have to admit it’s a pretty drastic switch, Nick,” he continued. “Do your parents know?”
“I- I don’t know,” she said uncertainly. “My student ID changed automatically…”
“Yeah, but I remember you as Nick. Maybe you should talk to them?”
“I uh… I mean…” she scratched the back of her head while looking studiously at the sidewalk. “I guess maybe I should call my sister first… see how she takes it? Then, uh, maybe talk to mom and dad…” She held up a blue hand with slender fingers and a lack of obvious body hairs, regarding it for a few quiet seconds. “I guess I did rush into this, didn’t I?”
“You never needed superspeed for that,” Jeff pointed out. “Maybe you can get that tattoo removed?”
“No,” she said with a sigh. “It’s a permanent kind of deal.” Another quiet three seconds. “You don’t think I made a mistake, do you?”
Jeff shrugged. “Look at it this way. Show up at a lesbian bar like that and you’re way more likely to walk out with a date than if you still looked like the old you.”
“Heh.” She looked Jeff up and down, her blush returning. “Maybe I’ll try that later. Um, meantime…”
“Mean time, you wanna figure out how not-gay you are?” Jeff smirked. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”
He reached out to put his arm around her shoulder, but she ducked in the blink of an eye. Before he knew what was happening, a pair of slim but strong arms tipped him backwards, scooping him up off the ground.
“You’re way to slow, bro!” she chuckled. “I’ll get us there in ten seconds flat!” The scenery screamed into a cloudy blur of rushing shapes and roaring wind. Fighting against the onslaught of air resistance, Jeff thought he heard his friend yelling something that was left behind as quickly as the deli they’d met outside of.
“SO! AWESOME!” she might have said against the thrashing atmosphere that shredded with their passing.