>After the visit to the schoolhouse, you expected to be nervous about going to school.
>A new school.
>With a new teacher.
>And a new life.
>You aren’t nervous about school though.
>You are nervous about Button Mash.
>What if you get to school and he doesn’t want to be your friend?
>What if he was just setting you up to be bullied?
>Images of Earth flash through your mind, memories of your time in school.
>Your schooling career wasn’t ideal.
>You were pushed.
>Put down.
>Blackmailed.
>What if it happens again?
>All these thoughts race through your mind as you trot home.
>Well, not you.
>Mommy trots home, you just lay sleepily on her back.
>“Here we are!” She says, opening the door to the castle with a wave of her horn.
>You snap out of your daze as she levitates you to the ground.
>”What do we say?” She asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Thank you for carrying me, mommy!” You reply, she’s been teaching you manners all day since the meeting.
>She drops a bag of stationary next to you.
>”Could you take this up to your room? I’ve got some business to take care of.” She asks.
>You pick up the bag and nod, before heading off towards your room, humming as you trot happily.
>Once you were out of earshot of Mommy, Spike approaches you with a look of spite written onto his face.
“Oh, hi Spike!” You say with a friendly smile.
>He shoots you a look of disgust, looks like his opinion of you hasn’t changed since the morning.
>”Don’t you ‘hi Spike’ me, faker,” he says, “You might have fooled everyone at the announcement ceremony, but I know what you did to Anon.”
>What you did? You didn’t do anything to the old Anon, you ARE the old Anon.
“I didn’t do anything to this ‘Anon’ character!” You exclaim, “I-I don’t even know who he or she is!”
>”Don’t act so innocent, I know you… Uh…” he trails off, unsure where he’s actually going with his accusation, “I don’t know what you did but I’m sure it was horrible and I hate you!” He shouts before running off into his room in the castle.
>That’s something you’re going to have to deal with at some point, Spike was a bro when you were human, and you know just how deep a dragon broship goes.
>You swear it’s why ninety percent of them are gay, but you don’t really want to test that theory.
>Continuing up into your room, you drop the stationary Mommy gave you on your desk and trotting over to your bed, flopping down on it unceremoniously.
>Learning how to be a kid again sure is tiring, though try as you might, you just can’t fall asleep.
>You couldn’t fall asleep for a nap as a kid, and it seems that fact has been recognised by your new form.
>Instead you just lay there, trying to force yourself asleep for a good five minutes.
>You find yourself becoming impatient and bored with waiting around doing nothing and resolve to find something to do.
>That’s a weird feeling.
>Before you were a literal horse, you prided yourself on being the most lazy human being to ever sleep on the face of Equestria.
>Along with being the only human to ever sleep on the face of Equestria.
>You bounce up from your bed and over to the toy chest from earlier which had been moved into the room at some point during your outing. 
>To your surprise, the toy set you were playing with before you left was set up exactly as you’d left it, even though it had been from one end of the castle to the other.
>Perks of being a princess, you guess, ponies don’t wanna piss you off now in case you lynch them or something.
>You decide to hold on to that information instead of immediately abusing your godly powers over other ponies like old-you would.
>Somehow you think Mommy wouldn’t be pleased with you doing that.
>Seeing as it’s set up already, you elect to plop your flank down in front of it and practice your magic on it, seeing as you can now.
“Yeah, practicing magic…” You tell yourself under your breath, you may be a filly and have Mommy now, but that doesn’t mean you have to enjoy playing with stupid kids toys, you’re more intelligent than that.
>Right?
>Either way, you elect to start small, picking up a single princess toy and moving it so it’s on top of the castle.
>Should be easy enough.
>You use your hooves to place the toy in the center of your vision before starting to cast a levitation spell.
>Uh, how do you cast a levitation spell?
>Mommy and Aunt Rarity make it look as easy as picking it up with a hoof, but you haven’t the foggiest idea how to actually do it.
>Though considering how hard you found it to pick things up with a hoof, making that comparison might actually apply more to your current situation than theirs.
>You figure it just takes focus, it’s what Mommy does when she’s trying a new spell on Spike, though you can’t be sure.
>So there you sit, trying to make a doll move with your mind, like some 2nd grader.
>Oh wait…
>You shake those thoughts from your mind and focus solely on the doll, willing it to move.
>Begging it to move.
>Still nothing.
“Ugh, why won’t you just MOVE!” You shout at the doll.
>As soon as you do, you hear a loud screeching sound from behind you.
>You turn to find the source of the sound and find that your bed has somehow made it’s way across your floor, where it was once pushed up against the wall behind you and to the left of the toybox, it now sits squarely against the wall in front of you, only having missed your body by a few inches.
>Did.. You do that?
>You stand and back away from the bed, having scared yourself with this new development.
>In doing so, you crush the princess doll you were trying to move in the first place, making it splinter into sharp crystal pieces which poked directly into the soft area of your hoof.
“Ow!” You exclaim, making another burst of magical force fly from your horn and push you back towards the wall where your bed once was, flying directly into a tall cabinet containing all kinds of books Mommy had obviously bought for you and organised personally (they were far too color-correct and alphabetical for a simple maid to do, even with the help of all of the castle staff).
>Flying into this bookshelf, of course, made all of the books come crashing down on top of your delicate filly head, leaving you in a pile of books as pain seared through both your hoof and your head.
>For a filly of your emotional security and pain tolerance, there is only one logical path to take following these events.
>Cry like, well, a filly.
>You immediately tear up and start to cry out, throwing your head back and letting your tears fall down your face.
>This had obviously created quite a racket, which Twilight heard as it traveled down the echoing halls of the castle.
>”G-Green Hornet, are you okay?” A voice yelled as a purple-pink flash filled the room as Twilight teleported from the study into your room, her wings outstretched and horn blazing ready to fight whoever had snuck into your room and tried to harm you.
>However, instead of a vicious attacker, she found the following:
>A bed pushed against the wall opposite where it was left, and flipped as if by some great magical force.
>A crushed crystal princess doll.
>An empty bookshelf.
>A pile of fallen books originating from said shelf.
>And a bawling seven year old girl.
>Her mouth drops open for a moment, before she breaks into a fit of giggles.
”Wh-Why are you laughing at me?” You say, trying to sound upset with her, but somehow you find her laughing so comforting and nice to listen to, so much so that you start giggling along with her.
>She scoops you into a hug, quickly shoving the books aside uncharacteristically.
>”O-Oh sweetie, I’m just so surprised! Did you do all this?”
>You feel a weight in your stomach, you made a huge mess and noise while Mommy was doing important stuff! That’s gotta be your first grounding for sure.
>Your giggles disappear as you start crying once more.
“I-I did, Mommy!” You wail, burying your face in her chest, “I’m s-so sowwy!”.
>”Don’t be sorry sweetie, this is great news!” She comforts you, rubbing your back soothingly.
“I-It is?” You ask, how could this mess be a good thing?
>”Mhm!” Mommy tells you, “Your magic is /much/ stronger than I ever expected it to be!” She explains, hugging you tightly.
>You have strong magic?
“I have s-strong magic?” You ask.
>”Yes! There has never been a case like this with fillies like you before, ever!” She says excitedly, happy to be making new discoveries, “Do you know what that means, Greenie?” She asks you.
“N-No…” You sniffle.
>”It means, my cute little filly,” She boops you on the nose playfully, “That you are 100% special! There’s never been anypony like you, and they may never be another pony like you!”
>Her excitement and playful attitude is contagious, apparently.
“R-Really?” You ask, “I’m special?”
>Mommy just smiles and nods, down at you, hugging you again.
>”Now, let’s clean this up, okay?” She says, “We’ll start with this hoof of yours.”
>She turns you around and lifts up the hoof that stepped on the doll earlier, kissing the point where tiny drops of blood are seeping out and casting a spell to remove the pain simultaneously.
>”All better?” She asks you, turning to you to face her again, and kissing your forehead while doing the same thing.
>You nod, smiling at her as your sadness from earlier disappearing.
>”Now let mommy sort out the heavy stuff, you don’t have to use any more magic tonight, in fact, I’d like it if you didn’t use any magic until I teach you how, can you do that for me?” She asks you, looking into your eyes as she lifts the bed back into place behind her with her magic.
“Okay Mommy!” You say, very okay with not experiencing any more magic for a while.
>”Good girl, now, can you put all the books back for me?” She asks you.
>You nod.
“B-But what about the order?” You ask, knowing how much she loves her organisation, “And the shelves I can’t reach?”
>”Hmm, how about you give it your own order?” She asks you, “Order them in order of what looks the best to what looks the worst on the shelves you can reach, and all the other ones I’ll put up later, you just put all the totally boring ones in a pile next to the shelf!”
>She’s obviously trying to make cleaning up as fun for you as possible, which your more mature mind appreciates, and your filly mind loves, getting to work immediately putting all the books with the cutest and most fun-looking covers into the shelves and the most boring ones in a pile to the side.
>What little girl would want to read ‘Timberwolf Farm’ anyways, not you, that’s for sure.
>While you question the moral appropriateness of giving a cautionary allegory for communism to a seven year old, you find yourself enjoying the process of cleaning up, much to Mommy’s surprise and enjoyment.
>Soon enough your job is done, and your lower bookshelves are a mess of spine colors and author name orders.
>Mommy can’t help but cringe at this, hoping you’ll learn the joys of proper organization in the years to come, and that this enjoyment of cleanliness develops.
>As you put the last book on the ‘top shelf’ pile, both you and Mommy hear a loud rumble coming from your belly.
>Mommy chuckles, picking you up and plopping you on her back.
“Good girl, you’re so good at organisation!” She forces herself to say, much to your enjoyment, “Now, I’m sure you’re hungry after working so hard, should we go get dinner? I’m sure the castle chefs have made something yummy!” She says, trotting out of your room and down the stairs into the main rooms below.