Big Macintosh let out a sigh once he had locked himself in his room. Looking around in curiosity, he began to survey the entirety of his new bedroom. Big Mac walked around his room looking at every new piece of furniture. His room had been filled with everything a foal might need. A new dresser replaced to old one that he previously had. The new one was much lower and appeared to also be a changing station; the change mat and pail beside the dresser were evidence of that. Big Mac continued to looks around as he noticed his new sleeping arrangements in the corner of his room. A crib fit for a foal but big enough for a full grown stallion was ready to replace his bed. The curtains that hung from his window where now of a more foalish variety along with the wallpaper that now adorned his walls.
Big Macintosh silently wondered to himself how his sister could have done all of this while he slept, and why she would even want to do this. The crimson stallion lets out another sigh as he plopped his hindquarters onto the floor in the middle of the room. He blushed to himself as he came to grips with his situation. "One of the few times I open mah mouth and this happens..." Big Mac says to himself as his thoughts find there way out of his mouth. He thinks about his current situation for a few moments and his muzzle breaks into a grin as he begins to imagine what it would be like to be a foal again. Catching himself daydreaming about being a foal, Big Macintosh's face turns a deeper shade of red as his blush is renewed.
Feeling very silly and embarrassed about the situation, Big Macintosh tries to be optimistic as thinks to himself "Maybe this wont so bad after all."
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