The Sphere of Psyche

Applejack strolled down the country road toward her farm.

Having lunch with her friends was fun, but like always there was work to do on the farm. As she made her way into the yard, she began going over what needed to be done in her head.

She knew that the section of the orchard she agreed to work on today was in the front of the orchard, back the way she came from. She began to head toward the barn to grab a cart and baskets.

Maybe you should freshen up before going out darling.

“Rarity why would I-” Applejack looked behind her but there was nopony there but her.

Who said that? It sounded like Rarity but, Applejack thought to herself. After looking around to see if somepony was tricking her, she shrugged and continued toward the barn.

A mare should always look her best.

I’m not going to the gala, I’m going to tend the orchard.

You’ll be the talk of the town.

No I won’t. ‘Cause I ain’t freshening up.

As the Rarity voice continued through her head, Applejack found her hooves changing direction toward the house, and as her subconscious continued to argue with it, it seemed to become louder and louder.

For the last time I’m not gonna—

Freshen up?

Applejack looked down and realized that she was in her room, plopped down in front of her vanity.

As she looked in the mirror, she began to think that maybe a little make-up wouldn’t hurt. Even though she looked the same as she always did and never minded before.

She began opening drawers and taking out what make up she had. Blush, moisturizer, eyeliner, all things she would typically only put on if she were going to Canterlot or somewhere else fancy.

She set to work, paying extra attention to every brush stroke she made until she was satisfied, smiling to herself as she got up and headed back downstairs and toward the barn again, ready to take on the day now that she looked-

Fantastike!

Yes. That was the word for it.

She strapped the cart to her body and headed out to begin her work. As she began to place buckets around the first tree, she was interrupted once more.

What are we doing out here?

Collecting apples for the farm.

What do we need all these apples for?

Well, pies, jams, pastries, to sell in bushels…

That sounds like a lot of work. Let’s go shopping!

I’m not go’in shopping! There’s work to be done!

But what if you have to meet with elites later?

Why would I be—?

Spending time with the upper class? Why, because they’re interesting darling! We should go out tonight to the business district and see what’s happing! We’re gonna need a new ensemble though!

I don’t need—

To do dirty work? Thought not!

Applejack found herself walking away from the orchard towards town, laying her hat on the cart before making her way down the path.

I’ve never been dress shopping besides at Rarity’s… How do I know where the other boutiques are?

Don’t be silly, we visit them every other week!

Applejack knew she had never been to the blue and pink storefront before, but its fancy sign seemed so familiar, like she’d seen it a thousand times.

Applejack walked through the glass door to the building, and as a bell rang to announce her arrival, she saw a mare from behind the counter walk towards her.

“Can I help you?” The shop pony asked.

Without even thinking, Applejack blurted out, “Why yes dear. I simply must find a new dress for my night out on the town.”

“Not a problem. Head over to the mirror and I’ll bring over some that will match your colors.” Said the store pony as she headed to the back room.

Applejack again found her hooves marching toward the pedestal in front of her, despite her trying to go the opposite way. She also noticed that her walk had changed. Before she would carry herself with confidence with her chest first. Now though as she walked she noticed her body taking such care as she made each step like a model, and her hips swayed side to side seductively as if to try and catch a stallion’s attention.

Applejack began to freak out.

What’s happening to me? Why am I acting like Rarity? This isn’t who I am. This probably has something to do with that sphere I handled at Twilight’s! I have to go and get Twilight’s help!

Despite her repeated attempts to try run out of the store, her body just wouldn’t listen, taking its spot right on top of the pedestal.

Come now darling! Why be dirty and sweaty, when we could be like Rarity?

I don’t think I should—

Think? What’s to think about? I’m thinking we should just be like Rarity. All those memories will settle into place before Twilight can get them out anyway.

I don’t think I should be—

Applejack? You’re right; we tried that for a while, and all we got was messy. Why not just let go? Why not just—

Be like Rarity?

Yes! Just be like Rarity. Just be like Rarity. Be just like Rarity. Be just like Rarity. Be like Rarity. Be like Rarity. Be Rarity. Be Rarity. Be Rarity. Be Rarity.

Just then the store pony returned with a rack full of dresses. “Here we go hun. Plenty to choose from. Let me help you get this on.” She said as she made her way toward Applejack with a white form fitting dress.

Applejack screamed in her mind, trying to get her body to run, but instead it simply held up its fore hooves and stepped into the dress with ease.

As the store pony zipped up the back for her Applejack’s mind became completely changed.

Gone was the hardworking farm pony everyone in Ponyville knew. All her knowledge of farming was replaced with knowledge of garments and lifestyle. Looking amazing was now one of her top priorities. Other than being honest with her friends when they needed her to be.

Her body also began to change. Years worth of toned muscle throughout her body from apple bucking began to slim down in other places and gain fat in others. Her stomach became petite while her butt, thighs, and even her breasts began to gain a healthy amount of fat. Reflecting a pony that had spent years doing specific diets and exercise to have a body the stallions wanted a piece of and the mares all wished they could have.

Her mane and tail were next. Gone was the carefree straight hair that ended in tails. A curly mane and tail that looked like an artist had crafted it took its place.

Then came her eyelashes. Thick false eyelashes appeared to accentuate her beautiful eyes.

Lastly were her country girl freckles, disappearing to reflect her flawless skin and coat.

“What do you think?” asked the store pony who was unaware of the changes. As far as she remembered the pony before her came in like this.

Be Rarity …

“Be…Rarity…” She whispered softly to herself.

And when she opened her eyes that’s who was; Apple Jewel. Who she’d always been.

“Oh it’s simply divine!” Said Apple Jewel as she gave a little spine.

She loved how the dress showed off her gorgeous figure.

She’d certainly bag a stallion tonight in this.

Her voice was now noticeably different, lacking a southern draw that was replaced with a voice of elegance and class.

Apple Jewel tried on and purchased a few dresses, shoes, and even some lingerie before fetching the bits from her designer saddle bag that laid by the door.

She bid the store pony farewell before departing the store and making her way across town to browse other establishments.

She could feel the eyes of every pony staring at her as she strutted down the street. She relished in the attention.

It wasn’t long before she made her way to the end of the street and toward her own store.

Carousel Boutique. It was here that she designed and made designer clothes for all the big names in Equestria and managed the finances and business end of the her family’s farm.

She wished she could see them more often, but a filly has to keep moving to stay ahead!

She made her way to the door, giving a final sway to her hips as she stepped inside, the door closing behind her.