A Perfectly Normal Day?

A/N- So this story is for Storyteller221's contest. I hope you all enjoy it. This first chapter may be a bit confusing, but it will all be explained in the following chapters. For all of you who don't like short chapters, sorry. This is a prelude for the actual story. My future chapters will be longer.

It all started on a perfectly normal day. It was just what Amy wanted. She hadn't had one since the race ended. Now she was hoping for an ordinary life again.

Amy had just gotten home from a date with Ian Kabra at a restaurant. It had been an interesting meal and overall, she had enjoyed herself. It had seemed like a perfectly normal day, until the steak had come. That had ended the normalness of the day.

It was perfectly normal until Amy started growing white hair all over her and a long, sharp horn. She noticed that her arms got slightly longer, and her legs shorter. Soon, she could only walk on four legs. Amy had turned into a unicorn!

At the Kabra mansion, almost the same thing was happening to Ian Kabra, only instead of growing a horn, he was growing vast white wings, brown fur, and a big, bushy mane.

A/N- By now, you are probably confused, so I will back up a little bit and we will see how this happened.

Ian had finally managed to get Amy's attention. He had taken her to a decently sized restaurant.(Decent for him, huge for Amy) Here they had both ordered a steak. The steak had just arrived and they were just getting ready to eat. Let us check in and see how their meal went.

"This is really great Ian!" said Amy. I'm really happy that brought me here! Thanks!"

"Your welcome, love," said Ian in his silky British accent, as Amy took her first bite of steak."

Amy cringed. She wasn't sure if this was because 'love' was what Ian had called her on the day he left her for dead, or if it was the strange taste of the steak. Either way, it was an uncomfortable cringe, and she didn't like it.

"Are you ok, love?" asked Ian.

"Yes, I just had this uncomfortable feeling, that's all. I think it might be the stake. Try it."

Ian then proceeded to try the steak. "Urgh! This tastes utterly horrid! Nothing like my chefs can prepare." Obviously, Ian had the best chefs available.

"Are you going to complain?" asked Amy. By now she had found that complaining was one of Ian's fortes if he didn't like something.

"I most certainly am," Ian said. Then he happened to see the waitress. "Excuse me, but the stake has one of the most terrible tastes that I have tasted for a very long time!" With each word that Ian spoke, more anger built within him.

"Terribly sorry, but you'll have to speak to the manager about that. I have nothing to do with the food's quality."

"Then get him for me, now!"

The waitress left to find the manager.

"I have never been insulted so!" exclaimed Ian.

"Calm down, Ian," said Amy. "I'm sure nothing will happen to us and we will be perfectly fine." Little did Amy know, but those were the

At that moment the manager came out. He was a distinguished, older gentleman who looked quite kind. "May I be of assistance?"

"Yes, I am greatly displeased with the taste of this steak."

"Oh, no!" cried the manager.

"What!?" asked Amy and Ian simultaneously.

"The meat that was to be used for that steak was dropped on the ground and it landed in a small puddle of…" The manager fell over. He appeared to have had a sudden heart attack. It was no longer a perfectly normal day for Amy.