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He looked out the window of the bus, the sights slowing down as the vehicle hit a red light. On the corner, he could see two pony women talking amongst themselves. It was Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, all grown-up and looking happy.

The sight made his heart leap. His wish was a lot more real these days.

The entire world had been changing since the mysterious appearance of MLP-ified. Colorful anthro ponies have been popping up all over. Several people at his workplace had already pony-ed up, sometimes right in front of him. It was an incredible thing that almost felt unreal, but seeing it happen in front of you changes so much.

There was a lot of fright and confusion from people, sometimes even from the new equine citizens. Wes understood why, but for him, he rather liked it. They were just so colorful, lovely, and delightful. The world felt so distinctly pleasant and happy with them around.

The bus continued on, Tiara and Spoon disappearing from his sight. Well, not before they did their signature “Bump Bump Sugar Lump Rump” move. Wes blushed for a long while. Must be nice being like that.

He sat there quietly before looking at his phone again. On the home screen, there was the MLP-ified. Much like most people, the app had mysteriously downloaded itself at some point. Seeing it the first time freaked him out.

Now? His heart raced, his body trembled. It wouldn't be too bad to try this, right? The world is already so much better with ponies around… so colorful and happy.

I could be like Princess Big Mac for real! Wes weakly smiled. Well, I'd probably end up more like Cadance, Rarity, or even Octavia. That'd still be cool.

“Grove Lane!” The bus suddenly slowed, Wes jerking forward in his seat a bit. “We have arrived at Grove Lane!”

That's me. Wes got to his feet, holding his phone tightly as he slipped out of his seat and into the aisle. I can do this at home. For something like this, he would prefer to do it in private rather than surprise anyone. He remembered watching one of his coworkers turn into Daring Do before his eyes. It was pretty awkward, especially when their breasts inflated several cup sizes and stretched out their blouse to where two buttons fired off like sniper rounds.

He stepped towards the open door and headed down. Quick jog home and I'll be- “OOF!”

“Sorry!” Wes bumped into a guy with orange sunglasses as he got on. “My bad!” The blonde haired man merely nodded and hopped off onto the empty sidewalk.

Wes sighed, brushing his hair. The bus drove off, leaving him alone. Okay, as I was thinking, head home to try this…

His hand felt warm. He looked down and realized his phone was still on. A red aura was leaking out of it now, surrounding it and his hand. The glow was even sinking beneath it, skin glowing. CRAP!

Wes’ teeth chattered. I… I must've accidentally hit it when I bumped into that guy! The hairs on his hand thickened, more sprouting up in a fine, soft layering. Better get home before things get… get…

The hair, or better to call it fur, was red, red as a crisp apple. Big Mac? His heart leapt. Princess… Princess Big Mac?

As soon as the thought came to him, he shook it from his mind. No, I can't be that lucky. Just… just gotta get home before anyone sees me.

Wes stuffed his phone into his pocket and started hurrying. Red fur was already crawling up his wrist and getting onto his arm. The sleeve of his green shirt was shrinking up his forearm, stopping right around his bicep, its color turning bright, fire engine red.

He hurried around the block, turning a corner before he slowed down. His eyes fell to his arm, slowing him down more. His arm was bulking up, looking like he lifted every day.

He glanced over at his other arm, seeing it changing as well. There, his mind slowed and his pace went even slower. Red fur… muscles… wait, could this…

He grimaced and huffed. His shirt felt like it was constricting him like a boa. His shoulders were broadening, neck muscles expanding. The cuff of his shirt dug into him as red fur poked out of the collar, climbing onto his neck.

I'm turning into Big Mac! His heart raced faster than before. Was he about to get what he wanted?