“So uh, ready sis?” Sweetie asked as they traveled along the path to Carousel Boutique. Cookie stood in the center with a daughter on both sides, though Honey and Sweetie were slightly behind her at this point. Said ‘sis’ looked less like she was going to visit family, and more as if she was getting ready to face a pack of hungry wolves.

“Nope!” She replied matter of factly. “But I suppose we’re going to do this anyway.”

“Oh my brave little girl.” Cookie teased as she turned slightly to rub the top of Honey’s head. It was a thing she had done to every daughter as they grew up. A show of affection that gave Honey a very strange feeling inside her. In a way it really made her feel as if she was this Honey Belle now. Just one of Cookie’s daughters. It wasn’t unpleasant exactly, but it filled her with some slight unease. She almost feared that everyone would forget she was ever Hondo Flanks to begin with, but that was silly wasn’t it?

“Speaking of my brave little girl’s, I am sorry Sweetie Belle.” Cookie continued, turning to her other daughter on her right, who still had a magic face mask on. “I know ya ain’t feeling well, but I still asked you ta come out here and all.”

“It’s okay mom. I’m feeling much better from yesterday really.” Try as she might, her words came across as unconvincing given the coughing fit that followed. In truth, she knew she probably should have stayed in bed, but her presence was going to be needed. She also wasn’t sure she could sleep after that shower. Something she still didn’t know if her mother had picked up on. At the very least both she and Honey were able to act as if nothing was wrong. Well she’d say they were acting normal, except this situation had nothing ‘normal’ about it.

After an admittedly wonderful breakfast, they had set out to meet Rarity, who still had no idea she now had two younger sisters. Cookie Crumbles, dressed up as best as she could in one of her favorite outfits. A red blouse with some white pants, had ushered her twins outside and through the town. Causing quite a few stares in the process. Cookie herself walking along was nothing out of the blue of course, neither was her walking with one of her daughters. Ponyville however wasn’t the largest town, and thus most of the folk knew most of the other residents, and nearly all of them knew that Cookie didn’t have a pair of twins!

“Literally everypony is looking at me.” Honey grumbled as she inched closer to her sis. “I’m not even dressed that fancy so why?”

Sweetie had to roll her eyes. “You know why. There are two of me right now. Of course ponies are confused.”

“Ugh, why did I ever agree to this? There’s no way we can explain why I’m here or where Honey, Honey…” She groaned at the spell making her unable to say her own name even now. “Where ‘Dad’ is.” Now that was a new oddity. Calling yourself your dad. These were not the new kind of experiences she had thought to prepare herself for.

“Well I have an idea for that.” Cookie said, slowing down to be closer to them again. Apparently she had been close enough to hear their conversation. Thankfully, most other ponies were far enough away that they shouldn’t have heard any themselves. At least so Hondo hoped.

“Unlike the apples, most folks around here don’t know our family tree don’t cha know.” Cookie said with a nod. “So Honey Belle, yer our cousin from out of town. The reason you look like Sweetie is a magic mishap of course. I’ll talk ta Rarity about what that might be. Could be a version of the truth, just everypony will think you used the potion there Honey instead of well. Best not to say in public ya know.”

“D-Do you really think they’ll buy that?” Honey huffed while crossing her arms. Both Cookie and Sweetie didn’t feel the need to point out how adorable she looked when she did that. “And where did ‘Dad’ go? Won’t they think it’s weird Sweetie is calling me her twin sister?”

“Why would they dearie?” Cookie shot back with a grin. “My husband Hondo is simply out visiting family while you stay with us, and why wouldn’t you two call each other sisters? Yer very close cousins, and are happy to see each other again after all this time!”

“I mean what else could it be?” Sweetie added, having caught on to her mother’s ruse. “What are they going to think? That a grown man would drink a potion to become his daughter’s twin and have sex with her boyfriend? That’s just silly right?” Unable to help herself she nudged her sister, who appeared rather flustered.

“P-Point taken…” Hondo hated to admit it, but they were right. It’d make much more sense that a cousin was in town and had a magical accident. Heck it’d make more sense that she just happened to be an identical twin to Sweetie. Just about anything would than what actually happened.

“Well at any rate, we’ll worry about it later. We’re here!” Cookie called out as she unlocked the door to let them in. It was still a bit too early for the Boutique to open so it should only be Rarity inside, and as her parents they had long ago been giving a key being this wasn’t just Rarity’s business but her place of residence as well. As soon as they were in and the door reclosed and locked, Cookie called out.

“Oh Rarity! Your family is here to visit!”

“Mother? Dear, is that you?” Came the rather proud and seductive voice of the eldest daughter of the family. Again, Hondo had never had any real sexual thoughts for either of his two daughters, s-shower this morning excluded, but again he wasn’t blind either.

As Rarity came walking down the stairs, she simply stole the scene so to speak. Her make-up and mane were flawless, her tail drooping lovelily behind her, an allure all its own thanks to her trademark style. She wore a snow-white top with three blue diamonds embroidered just under her neckline. Her sleeves were non-existent, the cloth hugging her bosom tightly. Concealing it well enough, yet drawing just the right amount of attention to it.

The top was tucked into a black mini skirt that wrapped around her legs perfectly, coming down to just above her knees. Two stockings protruded from under the skirt to cover the rest of her legs and feet. While two heels adored said feet. This was her ‘casual’ wear, and even it made her look like a movie star, better yet. She was practically a goddess to most of the males around town.

Hondo still had trouble believing he had anything to do with such a wonderful lady, and yet she was every bit his daughter and had never felt shame or had tried to deny such a claim. He may not understand her world, but he was proud of her all the same. It made Hondo’sheart flutter to remember that as Honey Belle. She might yet get to share but a moment in that world with her. To connect with her in a way she’d never get to before.

That still couldn’t settle the butterflies in her stomach when she remembered what they were here for though.

“It is! Oh mother darling how good to see you!” Rarity cried, giving her mother a hug. It was another thing they all admired her for. No matter how much she prided herself on her looks, she’d did her best to make sure it didn’t interfere with showing her love to her family. Some other mare might complain that hugging would mussel her mane or tail or such, but Rarity would have none of it.

“And Sweetie! It’s so good to see you’re better!” She cried. Too late Hondo realized that Rarity was looking directly at her when she said that. Even worse, she immediately pulled the young mare into a hug as well, pushing Hondo’s face into her rather generous chest.

Honey Belle, nearly suffocated in the two mounds that hugged her head. Was this how big she was going to get in the future!?

“Well I’m not quite over it I’m afraid.” Sweetie said, stepping forward from Cookie Crumble’s side. “Though I am feeling much better. Thank you for noticing.” The entire time she had the biggest grin on her face, not that Honey could see it.

“Oh well that’s too bad that you’re not over it completely, but it’s good to see you walking- WA HA HA!” Rarity’s mind having finally registered that the Sweetie talking to her was not in fact the one wrapped in her arms.

“Hey sis, how are you?” Sweetie asked innocently. This was why she was here. It was the simplest way to convince her about what happened. Rarity of course was darting her eyes between her and the girl now held at arm’s length from her. Both looked like Sweetie. The only difference being their outfits. The Sweetie to her mother’s right had what appeared to be a magic face mask on. Her outfit consisting of one of her own favorites. A pink and white striped top with a yellow skirt and pink jacket with matching pink high heeled boots. It was the classic outfit she’d wear when she didn’t have any fancy plans.

The girl she currently held the shoulders of however was certainly not dressed in any sort of feminine attire. Her top was merely a large white shirt they had tried to disguise with a black belt around her midriff, and instead of any sort of skirt, she wore a pair of pants she hadn’t seen Sweetie bother with for a few years now. If she recalled correctly, it was only meant as something to wear when helping her friend Applebloom out at the farm. Lastly she wore a pair of ratted sneakers. Everything about her outfit, screamed last-minute hand me down. The Sweetie she knew might have worn this five years ago, but today?

“M-Mother, Sweetie. Who is this? Why is there another Sweetie Belle, and why is she dressed in such a… unique manner?”

Honey winced. She said it kindly enough, but they all knew the real meaning behind those words.

“Rarity, meet your new little sister Honey Belle!” Cookie announced proudly. This did not help the confused look on Rarity.

“My who to the what now?”

Honey sighed. “Can we sit down for tea or something? We’ll explain everything.”

* * *

“A-and that’s it…” Honey sighed as she sipped at her tea. Odd, she didn’t normally like tea, but something about this cup was very good. A new recipe perhaps?

“L-Let me see if I have all this…” Rarity slowly said a hand massaging her temple. She had remained rather quiet during the entire explanation. Only showing the slightest sign of shock when she learned that this girl sitting at her table was in fact her father, and an unreadable expression when it was revealed what Honey had done with Button. Though no verbal reactions had been given till now.

“M-My story about how a piece of clothing can capture the image of its wearer sparked the idea of getting help from Zecora, and because of… circumstances this young mare is my father!?”

“Well younger sister at the moment.” Sweetie piped in, enjoying her own cup of tea. She always loved this type. Meanwhile Honey couldn’t help but glare at her twin. She was enjoying this entirely too much.

“I’m afraid so sis.” Honey replied with a heavy sigh. She braced herself for laughter or the squee of Rarity realizing she was going to get to dress her up. Instead she got another faceful of her older sister’s chest in her face.

“I’m so sorry! If I hadn’t told you about that silly idea of mine with the clothing you wouldn’t be in this mess!” Okay that was NOT the reaction she had been expecting.

“S-sis?” She managed to get out despite her smothering. This caused another cry of sorrow from Rarity.

“And to think you’re willing to be a girl to get to know me and Sweetie better! I’m not deserving of such a wonderful father or younger sister!” She practically whined, still smothering the younger mare. Honey began to struggle, needing fresh air. Seriously, how was Rares so stacked!? Damn was she jealous, Button would likely flip if she had curves like this!

Wait no! Bad thoughts!

“Yes, despite yesterday’s little, ahem, slip-up, she’s been rather respectable for her situation.” Cookie agreed, setting down her empty cup. “At the very least we want to give it a few days, and that’s why we’re here.”

“Oh?” Rarity asked before giving her new sister another look. “Oh my! You don’t mean clothing do you?” All three of them nodded.

“She can’t just borrow my stuff.” Sweetie chimed in, waving her hand over Honey’s body. “Most of my wardrobe consists of outfits for specific occasions, and don’t really work for casual everyday life, and even though I have more than enough clothing for such a thing, I don’t want her copying me in that regard.”

“No no of course not, but um. Honey Belle was it? Oh shoot. Father are you sure you don’t mind this? Make no mistake I’d love to show you how wonderful it is to dress as a mare as pretty as you’ve become, but how do I say this? You must find all this a bit odd correct?”

“Odd? I find this weird as all hell!” Honey exclaimed, waving her hands over her body. “Nothing about this doesn’t feel all bucked up!”

“Language young lady!” Rarity blurted out before she could stop herself. When she realized what she had done, a very small blush overtook her features. Honey couldn’t believe it. Even her body’s reaction to embarrassment seemed refined.

“Er that is.Yes I do so agree that this is all rather odd. Hence the reason I’m asking if you really want to go through with this.”

“You know darling,” Cookie began slowly, “I gotta say. For something as weird as all this is, you certainly seem to be taking it in stride.”

“Y-Yes well, when you have friends like Twilight Sparkle and Starlight Glimmer, you tend to get used to rather… strange magical events. Remember my uh… swapping incident?”

It wasn’t something she enjoyed reminding anypony about, but it served as a perfect example of the point she wanted to get across.

“Oh… right. That was-” Cookie began, but Rarity held up a finger.

“Mother we agreed not to talk about it. I still have nightmares about what Winona did in my body that day.” She was still certain something had happened that had disturbed poor Spikey Wikey, but he refused to talk about it, and if anypony else knew anything they weren’t talking.

“Anyway it proves that I’ve had my fair share of bizarre incidents. I mean we do live in Ponyville after all. It’s not like we haven’t seen gender bender shenanigans before. Speaking of which I should ask Applejack how Gala’s twins are doing.” She tapped a finger on her chin before waving the thought away.

“At any rate, what is your answer oh dear father?”

Honey giggled despite herself. Rarity always did have a way with words. “Honestly I don’t know, but I already made up my mind to give this all an honest college try so.. Nice to meet you big sis. You should uh, probably stick to calling me Honey Belle by the way.”

“Yes yes of course.”Rarity murmured as she regarded the young mare before her for a few moments. She seemed to be processing this all, before her eyes lit up like a tree during Hearth’s warming.

“EEEEE then that means I get to help my dear little sister pick out a wardrobe to suit her!” She practically danced in place from how happy she was. Honey on the other hand felt her stomach sink. There was the dreaded reaction she had feared.

“N-Now no need to go crazy…” She tried, but Rarity grabbed her by the shoulders, her gaze more intense then the sun’s flames.

“There is no such thing as going crazy when it comes to picking out the perfect wardrobe! Come dear sister! We have much work to do!”

Honey groaned as she was dragged away. That’s exactly what she was afraid of!

* * *

“Now the first thing you’ll need is undergarments of course.” Rarity proclaimed pointing at a shelf that held many different types of said clothing in varying colors, designs and even sexyness. Some even came with garter belts and attached stockings. N-No way she needed any of that!

“J-Just some plain ones thank you.” Hondo meekly requested from her seat. The first thing they had done upon coming in here was Honey was sat upon an office type chair with wheels, and promptly moved in front of the shelf they now found themselves at. All around them were nothing but rows and rows of feminine attire. All of it meant to draw one’s attention to oneself. All it did for Hondo was make her wish for the ground to swallow her up.

“Plain? With your curves and body?” Rarity replied with a laugh. Great that was exactly the type of reaction she had dreaded. “Perish the thought darling! What we need is something that really causes your image to pop! Especially for the boys! Like perhaps a certain Button Mash?!” She followed that up with a wink, causing Honey’s face to once more go lobster red.

“W-What!? R-Rares! That first time was a mistake! I-I don’t, I mean I didn’t...” It wasn’t true. She had to get it out of her mind. Those feelings were a one-time thing. That shower was just a one-time thing. She didn’t want this! She wasn’t hungering to feel that again!

S-she wasn’t… right?

“O-Oh yes forgive me darling.” Rarity replied, seeming to remember who actually the girl before her was. “Still it wouldn’t hurt to indulge a little wouldn’t it? If you’re really going to give this being a girl thing a try, then I must insist you let me dress you properly!”

“B-But…” Hondo tried to protest, but once more she saw the wisdom in her daughter’s words. It was the same thing Cookie had basically said that morning. If she went through this simply counting the minutes till it ended, she’d learn and walk away with nothing. Nothing but regret for this whole ordeal. She didn’t want that to be her future. For that to be the takeaway. This was to see the world in a new way, to connect with her daughters, both of them. She could at least try.

“A-Alright, but please remember I’m still me in here! J-Just take it slow okay?”

Rarity smiled and did the same head rub thing Cookie had done earlier. There was that strange feeling again. Some weird sense of acceptance as one of the ‘girls’ so to speak.

“Of course my beautiful sister.” She giggled at her words. “I promise to stop if you get too overwhelmed. Just let me know okay?”

“T-Thanks sis.” Honey said feeling a bit more at ease with all this. She was likely still going to regret it later, but at least she knew that Rarity really was keeping conscious of her feelings.

“Anytime darling. Now, I’m still going to give you a few piles of underwear. I want you to pick out enough to get you through a month, and I want you to grab at least a week's worth of some that are on the frilly and or sexy side. Even if you don’t end up wearing them. A proper lady is always prepared just in case!”

“A-A month’s worth!?” Honey exclaimed before she could get up. “Why so many!? I’m not staying like this that long!” It was going to be two weeks max!

“Now don’t get your panties in a twist, especially since you don’t own any of your own yet.” Rarity teased, giving Honey a small bop on the nose. “I don’t expect you to even use all of them, but it’s good to have a large variety, and besides you’re family! I wouldn’t dream of charging you for any of this! That’s rather generous don’t you think?”

Damn it, this deal was getting worse all the time!

“I, but I still dont’ need-”

“Tut tut! I won’t hear anymore of it! Now here, try these on!” With that Honey found herself ushered into a small changing room, piles of different types of panties in her arms. It wasn’t until she was standing there for a good few minutes simply holding the many garments that it occurred to her there were no bras. Guess those would come next.

‘Oh great cosmos, what have I gotten myself into?’ She thought, looking at the clothing she held. In a way they seemed almost forbidden. Delicate cloth that was never meant to grace her form. Or at least they weren’t meant to grace Hondo’s form. Well that might be a bit harsh, but if he had tried to wear them, he’d just look silly. He could only imagine how ridiculas he looked in those purple panties before the stupid potion made his form ‘fit’ them as it were.

As Honey Belle though, these were just the tip of the iceberg of what she’d have to accept. It wasn’t strange for a young mare to wear these, in fact it was rather common.

“Common…” She whispered to herself, staring at the mare in the mirror. Slowly she held up one of the more elaborate designs, the ones with a garter belt and stockings. On Cookie these would have driven Hondo wild, but what if she was the one wearing them? How would they feel against her fur? How’d they make her feel? Would she feel sexy? Desirable?

Is this what Rarity felt when she dressed up? Did she fantasize about some stallion sweeping her off her feet? Carrying her to bed? Did Sweetie imagine the same with Button Mash?

Button Mash. The thought of that colt brought a warmness to her body that she wasn’t sure she enjoyed. Try as she might, she couldn’t put what happened out of her mind. The thoughts she had during it. She vaguely remembered wanting to try it again. She may be an eighteen-year-old mare, but in her mind she had plenty of years and experience. She knew what it took to please a stallion. She was beginning to, much to her horror, realize what it took to please this new body of hers.

If… if they tried again. Would it be better?

No. She shook her head, shaking the thoughts away. Even if some part of her was longing for that, she couldn’t do that to her sister ever again. Sweetie didn’t deserve that. Even with her deciding to give being a teen girl a try, that didn’t mean she needed to go fooling around with guys anyway.

Once more she looked in the mirror.

That… that didn’t mean she couldn’t indulge a bit in what would make her pretty though. Right? No harm in that right?

Peeking her head out, she looked around for Rarity. No sign of her. Perhaps she had gone to set up her shop? Well that gave her a good opportunity she wasn’t going to waste. Walking around the room she tried her best to decide for herself what might look good on her. Rarity herself even said, before they entered the room, that once she had a few outfits, it’d be best if she tried to find her own style. Of course the issue was as a grown-up stallion in mind, he had no idea what was supposed to be good for a female style for him. Made all the more difficult with him being a copy of Sweetie.

Still no harm in trying. There were articles of clothing she enjoyed seeing on other mares. Perhaps she could pick a few of those and see if she enjoyed wearing them? Well it sounded like as good of a plan as any.

If that was the case, she loved it when a mare wore sexy stockings. It was sadly not something Cookie found comfortable, so it didn’t happen often, much to his disappointment. Course he didn’t want to make Cookie feel bad about it either, so didn’t really talk about it. Still, he always wished to see it, and from what he saw of Rarity and Sweetie, it didn’t seem to bother them, so by all regards she herself should be fine right? Grabbing the first pair she could find, she tucked them under her arm before seeking out a top.

She was only messing around for the moment anyway, so may as well just go with whatever looked comfortable, and nothing said comfy than a t-shirt! So it was to her frustration that several minutes later, she found that Rarity didn’t seem to stock simple ‘t-shirts’ when it came to clothing. The best she could find was a type of dress shirt. A bright pink shirt.

‘Well… it’s better than nothing.’ She told herself, as she took both it and the stockings back to the dressing room. She couldn’t wait to see how these looked on her. Or how they felt!

Trying not to dwell on the fact this was still technically Sweetie’s body she saw in the mirror, she stripped down to her birthday suit. Wait wouldn’t it be Sweetie’s birthday- wait no. Don't need to finish that sentence. Bad brain!

The black stockings she had grabbed were something that frankly Honey had no idea what they were called. They pulled up her legs easily enough, causing her to stop a few times during their application to marvel at just how foreign and yet… wonderful this felt. The material was just so smooth, and her leg fur was silky enough that the feeling of this fabric brushing against it was causing a sense of pleasure she wasn’t aware she could get from simply putting on clothes! Damn, girls had all the fun didn’t they?

When she finally did get them all the way up, they came to a stop just under her thighs, covering fully her legs, and the majority of her feet. Yet for whatever reason they opened just before the toes, letting them breathe. She may not know what these were, but she had to admit, they looked good on her!

Next up she began to look through the panties to find a pair that would suffice. Just a plain pair that would work and, whoa look at these!

Held in her hands was a pair of sexy black panties that looked more like a thong someone added fishnet to in an attempt to make them full-sized. S-Surely she shouldn’t bother with these right? She had just gone over how she wasn’t meaning to make herself look good for any boys, aaaaaand she already pulled them up.

Oh… so this is basically what a thong felt like. Well it wasn’t the most unpleasant feeling, but the middle part seemed to ride up her ass crack, giving her a very weird feeling indeed. Still… it wasn’t a feeling she was used to, so maybe she shouldn’t shoot it down so quickly? Besides, she looked… wow.

“Y-Yes, focus Honey Belle.” She told herself, barely tearing her eyes away from the mirror. She didn’t need to get turned on by her own reflection, especially given who she looked like. At any rate it was time for the top. A pink shirt she wouldn’t be caught dead with as Hondo, but as Honey? She always did think Pink suited Sweetie Belle.

Slipping it on over her head, she quickly realized just how this wasn’t your typical t-shirt. For one, whatever this material was, was a lot thinner, and yet somehow stronger than what you’d find on any t-shirt she knew of. It also hung down on her right shoulder, exposing it for all to see. Lastly it seemed either designed by skill or magic to hug her body in a way that let everypony know she had breasts, from the way it seemed to curve around them.

Only after she got the shirt on did she realize she had forgotten to think of a bottom to this outfit.

“Smooth Honey, real smooth.” She sighed, walking back into the room to grab something for that. It felt so… odd to walk around like this without a bottom. It kind of reminded her of when she had answered the door for Button yesterday. Wearing nothing but a pair of panties and that sweatshirt. She wondered. How did she look in that? Was it sexy? Was that part of why Button couldn’t help himself?

What… what would he think if he saw her now?

“Sorry to step out darling but-” Rarity began, strolling back into the room just as Honey got to the center. Shit! The dressing room was several feet away! There was no way she could duck back inside! Feeling trapped, she quickly tried to pull the bottom of her top down over her panties, hiding them from view. Her left hand raised up to rest just above her breast as she turned her head toward her older sister, one leg arching up slightly to touch the hand that was trying desperately to hide her choice of panties.

“D-Dad?” Rarity exclaimed as a flash went off in her hands. It took a few moments for Honey to realize that Rarity had come back with a camera. Great! Now there was likely photographic evidence of her dressed like this! Just what she needed!

“I-It’s Honey…” She replied meekly, still feeling lost. What was she supposed to do? What could she say!?

“R-right Honey Belle.” Rarity said, staring at her. “Why… why that outfit… it’s… it’s..”

Honey winced. Damn it I know I look ridiculous in this getup! You don't need to rub it in!

“Why is it simply divine!” Rarity cried. Honey’s brain stopped.

“Eh?”

“Those stockings! That top! It screams you darling! Though you need a bottom. Not pants of course, perish the thought! A skirt most certainly. I’m thinking black to match your stockings. Or maybe white? Yes that’s it! A white skirt, short so one may tease the boy she likes with controlled glimpses!”

The entire while Rarity spoke, she walked up and lifted Honey’s top, getting a good look at the pair of panties she was wearing. Honey didn’t even have a chance to protest before Rarity had let the top drop back down, then she was halfway across the room, ruffling through some pile of cloth.

“You’ll need a bra as well dearie. You should be Sweetie’s size, but I'll measure you real quick just in case. Oh this is marvelous! Simply marvelous! You have a real knack for this sorta thing!”

“I-I what!?” Honey echoed watching her big sister work. That couldn’t be right! She had never really bothered with mare clothing before besides what Cookie wore. How could she have any sort of knack for it!?

“A knack darling. Or to be fair some dumb beginner's luck. Regardless that outfit looks simply wonderful on you, and I insist you wear it out! I’ll hear no argument! Now where are those skirts…”

The next few moments were a flurry of clothing and her being pushed back into the dressing room. Before she realized it had happened, she had not only been measured for a bra, but fitted with one as well. A pair that was just as frilly and alluring as the panties she had put on. At some point she had also been given that white short skirt Rarity had promised her, and true to her word, while it was long enough to cover most of her thighs, they stopped right where the stockings began. Meaning any sort of wind or bending over too far would give anypony around her a good flash of her undergarments. Finally Rarity had begun to apply makeup, despite Honey’s initial protests.

“Almost and...Tada!” Rarity exclaimed holding her younger sister in front of the mirror. The sight of her caused a shiver up Honey’s spine. She had already gotten a glimpse of how nice she looked in this outfit from her earlier peek, but now that it was complete, and paired with this makeup? She looked simply… She couldn’t even put it into words.

“As I used to tell Sweetie many times before she finally got it into her head, you’re a prize darling. A wonderful and beautiful lady that’s going to have her fair share of stallions lusting for a touch of your hand. Never forget that you’re worth fighting for. In both looks and personality dearie. You’re a dream come true for some lucky soul.”

“I...I am?” She whispered to herself, slowly reaching out toward her reflection, only to hesitate as her hand got close. This all felt so unreal, the image before her so otherworldly that she was afraid if she actually touched it, the image would shatter, leaving her as Hondo again.

Shouldn’t… shouldn’t she want that?

“It’s okay darling.” Rarity whispered in her ear, forcing her hand against the glass. “She’s not going to vanish. That’s you.”

“This is… me.” She repeated awestruck. She sat there pressing her hand against the glass, marveling at how it connected to her own hand. How the pretty little mare in the mirror was every bit her reflection. This wasn’t an illusion. This was her.

Never in her life did she feel she could look this pretty.

Perhaps…

Perhaps coming here today wasn’t such a terrible thing after all...

* * *

“What am I doing?” Hondo asked herself as she carried the many many bags of clothing with her down the path toward her home. This entire thing had been a mistake! How could she let this happen!?

Cookie had taken Sweetie home long ago, due to her twin still feeling sick, so that meant it was just Honey by herself at the moment trying to carry several bags of clothing with her. Did she even have room for all this?

“Why didn’t I just call Button or something?” She moaned to herself as she trudged along. Of course Rarity had also insisted for her to stay a few hours till she got a chance to take a break from work to help her home, but Honey had politely, and in the end forcefully declined. Not only did she feel a tad bit guilty for taking up so much of Rarity’s time already, but she was also afraid the older mare would add to her already massive pile of clothing, and she wanted to avoid that at all costs.

Though it might have been worth it if it meant help carrying all this! She took a few more steps before the corner of her eye caught a nearby vacant bench. Squeaking out a small cry of joy, she shuffled over to plop down in its center, letting the bags settle on each side of her. Careful not to let them tip. The last thing she needed was to get these dirty. She did NOT want to deal with clothing for weeks after this!

“Ahhhhhh.” She cried letting herself relax. She hadn’t even been a teenage girl for a full day yet, and already she was seriously questioning her resolve. How was this so hard? She seriously underestimated just what her daughters must go through if this was normal! How’d they manage this every day?

Sighing she leaned forward a bit, letting her arms rest. What was she even going to do after this? Would she just stay in her room after getting all this home? Maybe read the paper? Heh, that’d look funny. A girl made up like her just casually sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper. For some reason that caused her to giggle. She was about to figure out if she should gather her bags back up when something light and very dark covered her eyes.

“W-wha- EEP!” She screamed as somepony from behind suddenly groped her breasts.

“Guess who Sweetie!” A voice cried that could only belong to a mare. Honey was about to scream as loud as she could when the hands that had been feeling her up suddenly let go as her ‘assailant’ jumped back, dropping whatever it had been blocking her eyes. It was only when Honey realized nothing had fallen that it dawned on her that must have been magic. Whoever had just groped her must be a unicorn.

“Oh my gosh I am so SO sorry!” Honey heard the same voice cry before a grey unicorn mare rushed in front of her, only to bow completely down on the ground in shame. “I totally thought you were my friend Sweetie Belle! I’d never have touched you if I knew you were a stranger!”

“W-What?” Honey barely managed to blurt out as she looked at the young mare on the ground before her. Whoever this was seemed to be about the same age as her, so eighteen most likely. She was also most certainly a unicorn. A grey one with a blond mane and tail. She was wearing a black tank top and a pair of what Honey guessed to be purple gym shorts.

“Dinky? What do you mean? You are Sweetie Belle. Aren’t you?” A new voice said coming from her side. Dazed, Honey turned her head to see another mare that seemed very likely to be another eighteen years old.

This one was also a unicorn mare, though her fur was bright pink, with her mane and tail being two shades of much darker pink. However, what caught her eyes the most was this mare’s outfit. It consisted of a white blouse top that seemed a couple of sizes too small for her as it gave a very nice view of her belly button. Even odder was the neckline practically didn’t exist as it showed off both shoulders nicely, small black straps being the only thing to hold it up. Added to that, her pants were a pair of blue jeans that had tears going up each leg. Strange, as Hondo she never did get why one would want to wear such a thing, yet seeing them on this mare. Whoever she was was really pulling it off. What’s more she was wearing a pair of black open-toe heels. How was she even walking in those?

“Those boobs are very similar, but they do NOT belong to Sweetie!” The young mare who was apparently named Dinky said, getting back up. “They don’t have the same feel. There is definitely someone else in that body that isn’t her!”

“Really?” The pink mare said with mild disbelief. She blew a bubble from the gum Honey only now realized she was chewing before turning to address her. “That’s not you Sweetie?”

“N-No, I-I’m sorry.” Honey squeaked. Shit! The last thing she wanted was to run into somepony while in this form! Still if they accepted she wasn’t Sweetie, at the very least she wouldn’t embarrass her sister.

“Huh, leave it to you to know that by groping a girl’s boobs.” The Pink mare said with a sigh. “I told you this would happen one day didn’t I? That you doing that was going to get you in trouble?”

“H-hey!” Dinky cried, stomping her foot. “Come on Ruby you thought it was Sweetie Belle as well. I mean look at her!”

“And yet she’s not.” Ruby replied, placing a hand on her hip. “At least you had enough sense to apologize. Sorry she startled you ma’am.” That last bit of course was directed at Honey, who suddenly remembered she was part of this.

“O-Oh um, n-no problem, easy mistake to make.” She said with a nervous laugh. Who were these ponies!?

“Still you look exactly like her.” Dinky said, coming a bit too close for comfort. She began to really study Honey’s face. “What’s up with that?”

“Dinky!” Ruby cried, using a rolled-up piece of clothing to bop the grey mare on the head. If Honey had to guess it was a jacket or hoodie. “That’s no way to ask!”

“O-Oh right. Heh heh.” Dinky said rubbing the back of her head and backing up. Despite the weirdness of all this, Honey couldn’t help but notice that the one named Dinky had something written on the front of her tank top. A big red heart in the center with the letter “I” above it and the word “boobs” below it.

‘I heart boobs!?’ Honey thought in disbelief as the one known as Ruby stuck her hand out.

“The name’s Ruby Pinch. Nice ta meet you.” Honey blinked before her brain processed what was happening.

“O-Oh! I’m Honey Belle, uh Sweetie’s cousin!” She added quickly, taking her hand. Thank goodness for that spell! She’d probably have blurted out Hondo Flanks without it!

“Sweetie’s identical cousin?” Ruby added with an ever so slightly raised eyebrow. Honey blushed.

“Y-Yeah it’s sorta a long story. Let’s just say magic was involved and I hadn’t meant to look like this…”

“Ah, that explains it.” Ruby said with a sigh. “Guess you’ve officially seen what Ponyville has to offer. Sorry it was something like that, but hey you look great if it’s any consolation.”

“O-Oh um thanks…” Honey wasn’t sure how to take that. On one hand, she was glad this mare wasn’t probing any deeper into what happened. On the other hand, she was reminded just how pretty Sweetie was even if it was this random mare telling her that.

“And I’m Dinky Hooves!” The grey unicorn mare said, grabbing one of her hands with both of her own. Not only that but this mare was shaking it up and down rather quickly, throwing her off.

“Again I’m really sorry about that. It’s just how I greet my friends. So don’t worry. I won’t do that again until I’m sure we’re friends!”

“O-Oh well I appreciate it, wait what?”

“Don’t mind her, she’s weird.” Ruby said while putting an arm around Dinky. Dinky for her part just held up a peace sign.

“Guilty as charged!” She added without any hint of shame.

‘Again Just who are these girls?’ Honey thought.

“Anyway, what are you up to? Looks like you have quite the load there.” Ruby asked, waving a hand toward the many bags still on the bench.

“Yeah geez, look at all these. What did you do? Buy out Rarity?” Dinky exclaimed looking over the many pairs of handles Honey had been trying to carry all at once. Much to Honey’s mild surprise, Dinky was making sure not to look into any of the bags. So she respected your privacy of what you bought, but not your body?

“W-well Rarity is my cousin and uh, we haven’t seen each other for so long and I’m uh kinda stuck like this so-”

“She gave you more clothing than you could possibly carry.” Dinky finished with a sigh. “Yeah, that sounds like the Rarity Sweetie talks about. Is she still sick? Is that why you’re stuck trying to do this by yourself?”

“O-Oh yes um Sweetie still has a bit of flu.” Honey replied, trying to get a grasp of this situation. “Um, you’re a friend of hers?”

“In a way.” Ruby added before blowing another bubble. “We were classmates and hung out on occasion. We’re certainly not as close as Applebloom and Scootaloo are to her.”

“Yeah though Ruby and I always wanted a third girl for our group like that.” Dinky added with a shrug. Looking at Honey her face suddenly lit up.

“Hey! There’s an idea! You’re new to Ponyville right? Why don’t you hang out with us today? We’ll show you around!”

“O-Oh uh, I don’t know. I mean I was here many years ago, so I sorta know it.” Shit, she had to figure out a way to excuse herself. There was no way she could keep up being a teenage girl to that degree!

“Like how many years?” Dinky asked as she began to grab a few of the bags. “This place may be small but it’s not like it stays the same. Come on, it’ll be fun. I promise not to do anything you're uncomfortable with okay? Besides there’s no way you’re carrying this all home by yourself.”

“N-No really you don’t have to-”

“Nonsense, it’s as Dinky says, there’s no way we’re letting you carry all this yourself.” Ruby echoed, focusing power in her horn. Moments later the rest of the bags minus the four or five Dinky had grabbed floated up in the air, and all moved to hover behind Ruby. Dinky seemed rather annoyed at this.

“Aw come on Ruby stop showing off!”

“It’s not my fault you didn't’ take your magic studies seriously.” Ruby sang as she walked up to Honey to hook her arm with her own. “Well shall we be off? I assume you’re staying at Sweetie’s home?”

“Huh? Um y-yeah uh…” Her desire to shoo them away was momentarily overwritten with the awe she felt at simply seeing this magic act. Truth be told, Honey had tried this herself at first, but could barely lift a fraction of them before the strain was too much. Even as Hondo she’d never been great at magic, but here this mare was carrying the bulk of it and acting as if she was merely lifting pebbles, and at her age!

“Great, then we’re off. After we drop your stuff off we’ll discuss where to go first on your return party to our lovely little town of Ponyville!”

“Yeah! We’ll show you all the best places!” Dinky added walking up beside her. She moved her arm up before stopping. “Uh, you mind if I put my arm around your shoulders?”

“Huh? Oh I guess not?” Honey replied, before feeling Dinky do just that.

“Great!” She tugged at Honey a bit to show her excitement. “I have a feeling we’re going to have an awesome time together!”

“Y-Yeah…” Honey said as she was dragged along.

Damn it all, what had she gotten herself into now!?

Author's Note

Surprise! As thanks for making the feature box, I spent all day making this update!

This is also where I originally planned to stop the last chapter, so I guess it works out. Now I just gotta figure where the story goes from here.

You may have guessed, but the outfit Honey puts on when she has her picture taken is the cover pic. Because I love doing stupid things like that.

Also this chapter introduces us to my versions of Ruby Pinch and Dinky Hooves! They're based heavily on how they appear in RPs I do with a friend. Hopefully you come to like them. ^_^

Oh yes, and that little blurb about Gala's twins? Yeah this is a soft sequel to both "Cake Mix 1 and 2" and "A Novel Match" Just with those characters as anhtros in this one. So yeah Big Mac also became Red Gala thanks to a book in this universe and had her twins already. I may give some clear hints on what happened to her and Caramel after that story in this one. Though given Cake Mix isn't finished yet. I'm going to try to avoid doing too much with them as to not give anything away.