>As moved as you were by this sudden display of affection, you still needed to breath as much as the next pony. With some effort, though, you manage to pry the changeling off you, at which point she plops back down on the old straw bed. >She flashes a slightly embarrassed smile when she notices you gasping for air.
"You...said the others called you useless. What did you mean by that, if you don't mind me prying." >"Oh...err, the thing is..." Wispy replies growing a bit wary all of a sudden. "I...um, I can't really...transform...too good."
"How so? Could you demonstrate? Like...try turning into me." >Wispy seems a bit uncertain of the request, but eventually nods. It was a harmless enough request, and it wasn't like you'd renege on your deal now. >"Just...promise you won't laugh."
"Cross my heart and hope to fly," you reassure her. >"Okay. Just gimme a second." She takes a few breaths and then shuts her eyes, groaning as if straining under a heavy load. "HRRRRRRGGGHHHH!" >And then suddenly...she transforms in a pop and a flash.
So what do you expect to see? Might be a good time to describe what Pot Luck looks like.