Apple Bloom's friends romanticize the idea of how special a first kiss is and how she'll remember it for the rest of her life.

It'd be a shame if somepony messed that up for her.

A real shame.

If all you've ever seen of me is what I was, then you don't know me. The mare I've become isn't the filly I was born as, and for all of it, I regret nothing of my new life. This is my story.