Why am I in Equestria as a girl?!

*A few minutes earlier*

I continue to cry. But then, I hear a rustling sound in the bushes. Taking my hands away, I look up to it…

And freeze. Because standing there, right there, in front of me, is a pony that I know very, very well.

At least, it seems to look like one. I could have just been kidnapped by some crazy dude that really likes ponies, and he had been monitoring me for a while. That wouldn’t make sense, though, because that would require me to not actually be a girl, and also require me to have dreamed up that Twilight Sparkle ad thing.

But I am absolutely sure that I didn’t. I could feel absolutely everything in it.

There WAS a possibility that I was going insane, though. I mean, talking to Twilight Sparkle, THEN getting sent to Equestria, THEN discovering I’m a girl? That sounds insane!

But from the fact that I actually felt my gender-switch, and a little feeling down there in my gut… it means that it happened. And this is very bad.

Then again, there’s no guarantee that I am in Equestria; I could just be in a strangely identical universe to it. Twilight Sparkle sending me here, though… I don’t know. So I’ll have to check by asking the creature in front of me a question.

Alright, I’ll have to stay calm, and not cry; I don’t know if it would respond badly to me crying and startling it.

Then, slowly, my mouth opens, and starts forming the words “Do you understand me?”

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Applejack blinks. That creature just spoke, and it was in a feminine voice, too! It doesn’t look horrible, either; it looks nice. But just in case, she asks “Are ya gonna hurt anypony?” cautiously.

What she doesn’t expect is for the creature’s expression of shock.

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What. The. Fuck.

That is honestly the only group of words that I can use to describe this situation.

How can a pony talk in the exact same voice as Applejack Apple from the famous show My Little Pony Friendship is Magic and look exactly like Applejack?

…Well, that proves it; I’m in Equestria.

This is officially one of the worst days I have ever had.

Though, to be honest, it could be worse, I think as I close my mouth. I could have been taken as a slave by the Diamond Dogs, transformed into an emotionless husk by changelings, eaten by a hungry Ursa Minor…

Yeah, don’t think I really need to finish that sentence. At least as I am now, my parents-

I stifle a sob. No, don’t think about them; thinking about them will only make it worse. My wonderful parents, my slightly annoying but loving and nice little brother, my amazing pet-

No, don’t make it worse. I already won’t be able to see them ever again, and thinking about them… yeah, not the best of ideas.

Realising I’ve been staring off into space for a while, I look towards the pony (Applejack, I should call her, really), who I only now realise isn’t all that far off from my height while sitting down; she seems around 3 feet tall and 4 feet long. “No, I’m not planning on hurting anyone,” I say. She seems satisfied with that answer.

“Good, sugarcube; now mind if ah ask what you’re doin’ on my family’s farm?” she says politely.

“I, uh… I don’t know,” my voice says, starting to reach critical quiet levels.

Inwardly, I groan. God-dammit, why the hell did my shy side have to kick in now?

“Uh, what was that? Ah couldn’t hear what ya just said,” Applejack asks, confused. She leans in close to me.

“I- I said, I don’t know,” my voice says, even quieter than the last time. Dammit, brain, why do I have to go Fluttershy mode now? And yes, I call them modes; because pretty much every personality variation I have seems to correspond to one of the Mane 6 and a few others. For instance, I can-

“Can ya speak up a bit louder this time?” Applejack says.

“Iunno,” I say, my voice becoming quieter than the last few times.

She looks at me, then sighs, shaking her head. “Alright then… Well, Ah’d just like to let ya know, if ya need somewhere ta stay, you can come to my family’s house if ya wanna. Oh, and my name’s Applejack, by the way.”

“Would I?!” Instantly, my face morphs from one of shyness to one of glee. “Oh my gosh, yes, yes, yes!” My mouth forms an enormous cheesy grin (which my brain tells me that it should be physically impossible to make such a large one, but screw you brain, I get to meet the Apple family), and I jump up and down on the spot. “This is gonna be AWESOME! Oh, and my name’s Isaac, by the way,” I say, finishing the sentence on a casual note.

“…”

Applejack facehooves.

“…Was it something I said?” I ask curiously.

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Pausing as she eats an apple, Apple Bloom, sitting under a tree, looks up at Big Macintosh, who is currently bucking a nearby tree. “Big brother, do ya know why Applejack’s been gone so long?” she asks.

“Eeenope.”

“Oh.” Then, silent for a few seconds, Apple Bloom chomps down on the apple, then throws it off into the distance. “Are ya okay with me goin’ to check on her?” asks the filly.

“Eeeyup.”

“Yay! Thanks, big brother!” And with that, Apple Bloom walks off into the orchard.

Then, Big Mac, who knows that Apple Bloom will be safe as long as she stays in the orchard, gets back to apple bucking.

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I look at Applejack. “Are you sure that you I can stay with you?” I ask.

“Yes, ah am! What kind a pony would ah be to not let a pony who doesn’t have a place to stay to stay at their place?” she says, apparently oblivious of the strange wording.

“Uh, thanks, I guess!” I say. Yeah, Applejack reminds me of one of my family; she’s really nice, and she can’t help but help people-

No. No thinking about them. Thinking about them will just make me feel worse. I don’t want to feel worse. Ergo, I don’t want to think about them for now.

Then, I look forward. Huh, seems we’ve reached the Apple Family residence. Well… I don’t know what to do next.

“EVERYPONY! WE HAVE A VISITOR!” Applejack shouts.

…

Oh, no. Why did I have to appear here? And so, dreading what will happen, I brace myself for the inevitable appearance of the residents of the home. Okay, gotta make a good first impression.

And so I wait for the appearance of the other ponies...