A Candy a Day, a Bimbo this Way

Applejack breathed in, her chest shaking as she stared at the mirror before her. Staring back was a scared woman, barely a woman, who shook in her boots. Her white shirt had the top button undone, allowing more of her orange skin to show, though her average bust stayed far from view. Just like a good farm girl’s should be. But is that how a good girlfriend should look?

She brought one hand to her head, stopping the twitching appendage only centimeters away. It was curled up, filled with emotion, pain, and denial. Those weren’t things Applejack was, no, could feel right now. Those were the emotions of the one in the mirror, and Applejack was stronger than that. Her hand slowly opened, and she stroked her fingers through the loose strands that had escaped her normally tight hair. Of course, she had the band to add to her braid in one hand, having enjoyed the feel of trying to tear out a clump of her hair with it back then, but it didn’t help much now. “Besides, you never take this out.”

She reached back, collecting her hair with one hand as she continued her steady breaths. The golden strands weren’t as nice as Rarity’s, but she liked to think she to think she took decent care of them. At the very least, she had less knots in it than her little sister Apple Bloom. She picked up the hair tie and reached back.

”I’ve always liked this ponytail of yours. It looks really nice.”

Applejack’s eyes widened more as she saw the football team’s captain’s face in the mirror. That smug bastard, just grinning at her, telling her how pretty she was, how wonderful her accent sounded, all of it being a bunch of lies done as a stupid prank on the innocent farm girl. Applejack shut her eyes, trying to regain her composure as every muscle in her body tensed. It was okay. She would be okay. That boy who had made her feel pretty for once instead of just good looking didn’t matter. His sweet nothings were just that, nothing. Unbuttoning her blouse for him while his idiot friends chuckled from the closet were nothing. She grit her teeth, the tears at the edges of her eyes deciding they needed to relocate.

That was the final straw. Applejack reeled back, her eyes snapping wide, this time seeing herself in the mirror. A gullible, stupid, fool, made to strip for a boy who didn’t even like her in school, only to get mocked. That girl wasn’t supposed to be her, but today, it was, and she hated it. Her fingers curled back up, the hair tie still in her hand as her arm got ready. It twitched forward…

And nothing happened.

Applejack tried moving her hand again and now felt the grip on her elbow. She looked back, her eyes wide as tears continued to make their way down, even while her body was in shock. In front of her was a grizzled old man with a white stubble, and clean brown hair. He smiled to her, letting go of her elbow and bringing back the cloaked hand. His whole body was almost drowned out in the black robe he wore, and it only added to the unsettlement that ran through Applejack. “This… this is the girl’s restroom.”

The odd man nodded as a small chuckle escaped him. “So it is. I should be able to go before anyone thinks of interrupting us. I mean, that’s what you were hoping, wasn’t it? To be alone while your broken heart had stitches forced upon it?”

She blinked a few more times before remembering about the tears and proceeded to glare at the stranger as she wiped them away with her sleeve. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I know you shouldn’t be here.”

He nodded, the cowl’s shadow barely not hiding the snaggletooth that stuck out over his bottom lip. “I suppose I shouldn’t be, but I thought one small rule being broken would be a worthy price to try to help a young girl find freedom, happiness, and strength.”

Applejack paused for a moment, before curling her fist and steeling her gaze. “I will not fall for sweet words for a second time in the same day. Now, leave, before I make sure security kicks you out.”

“Ah, yes, Soarin’s prank. How tragic that you couldn’t just say that you didn’t care, wasn’t it? I mean, would he even have had any power there if you had shrugged, or had the confidence to keep stripping?”

Applejack paled as she tried to speak. She had already thought about the phones that had been out in the locker room, but for even a creeper like this guy to know about it… She shut her eyes and pointed towards the wall. “Leave.”

“Even now, you let him control y-”

“I said leave!”

“No!”

The final word echoed through the restroom as she looked back into his eyes. There was a fire in the man’s eyes now, and she felt a chill run down her spine as his red gaze stayed upon her. He cleared his throat and stepped forward. “You are a proud woman who always has to fear showing any part of her body, something that has always baffled me. Because of this, you can be so easily abused, and it sickens me! I won’t stand to see it from you, and thus, I offer you this.”

His hand came down against hers, forcing a loud clap to echo against the tiles. She looked down and saw a small, rectangular box. “You might think its side effects were the worst in the world. Make you braver about your body, hornier, make all of your bras worthless, along with plenty of your shirts, and the formula will make sure your best shorts will barely fit. Add the only ‘positive’ effects being that your stamina will go up to max out your sex drive and the fact that you’ll get the chance to think clearly about keeping this by the end, and I know you’ll hate this. However,” he pulled her head up, and their eyes met as he breathed heavily, “I think you need this, even if you don’t. So, consider this a trial run, a pick me up so you can more easily show that jack off who didn’t know what he had all that he could have had. Deal?”

Applejack blinked a few times, before whispering, “So, you want me to become a bimbo or something?”

He rolled his eyes. “In a sense, though with only one candy a day, you’ll have time to decide, okay?”

She scowled at him for a moment as her thumb ran over the box. “I’m not really in the mood for poetry.”

The man shut his eyes. “How did I know you would be the most annoying?” He rubbed his forehead for a moment before taking in a deep breath. “Look, I have other places to go, others to see. I swear to be up to only slight trouble with this, but that with you, I mean only to unlock a side of you I always wished I’d seen more of. Still you, just… a funner you. Please, do think on it.”

Applejack leaned back on the sink she was in front of, now staring at the box in her hands. If he wasn’t lying, or skewing the facts, it honestly didn’t sound like the worst. Something to mend her heart, make her feel pretty again, and make that bastard Soarin pay were all pluses in her book. He even said he would let her try to undo the changes if she didn’t like it and if she couldn’t put up with them for five days. “Sir…”

She looked up and saw that the man was gone. All trace of him had been removed, with the only new object being a calling card for a Mr. Did on one of the trashcans. A chill went down her spine as she realized that she never even asked how he hoped these would do all they had promised to. “And now he seemingly disappears into thin air. How comforting.”

Applejack tried to tell herself not to even look at the box. Just throw it away, in case it was more weird magic stuff like this year had been full of. It would make her life simpler… but not happier, and the woman she looked at in the mirror begged her for that happiness. Begged her to take the candies, if not just for the chance.

The box’s cover slipped off, and she looked within. Whoever the man was, he had good taste, having included jelly fruits within. She popped one of the green, sugary slices into her mouth and shut her eyes. “Well, at least he was nice enough to give me some good, pear flavored candy, even if the rest of him was just some stupid coot.”

One more glance into the mirror, and she knew that she hoped he wasn’t. She hated it, but she would do anything for a chance right now.