Pinkie Pie: My Little Pony - Summer Camp

I had slipped my clothes off, before I picked up the suit. Now my shirt and pants lay on the floor, since there is nothing I could place them on. Then I had slipped my shoes and socks off, slipping the socks into my shoes for convenience. My underpants hidded inside of my pants.

I did hope none was looking at me now, I am not comfortable with nudity at all. I don’t like seeing people nude, even if I could enjoy seeing a pretty girl nude, if I had the hots for her. In which case it is my feelings and excitement covering the nudity, thus keeping me safe from most of the embarrassment.

I had just picked up the red suit from the black floor, holding it in my hands, critically examining it. Apparently the suit I had chosen is metallic bloody red. What I can never see on the suit is the fact that this was an Anthropomorphic one, as opposed to the quadruped version, but they were all in boxes where the border of the plaques is green, as Diana had explained earlier.

I had the smooth rubber suit, the only clear feature a long sipper along the back of my suit. Although I can see arms, legs and head. The hands even have detailed fingers, while the feet come with equally detailed toes, for some strange reason. She never had explained these details, maybe they are inconsequential. If they are merely there to make the suit comfortable on me, before the changes had occurred.

Holding the suit with my right hand as I unzip the suit in the back. I let go of the sipper with my left hand, before I take a good grip of the suit with both hands, holding it open and slip my right foot in and down the slick material, feeling it contract firmly around me all the way down. At the end, I feel it around my entire leg, foot and between my toes.

I set my foot down carefully and lift my left foot in order to continue, pushing it in and down along the interior of the suit. For a moment it felt slippery and wet as it contracts around me. I feel the same tightness as with my right foot, no difference, both sides are clearly identical, and why not.

As I placed my left foot on the floor, I realised that it is rubber, rather than plastic or painted wood or concrete as I had expected. Just as it isn’t a trick of the light, or an effect of the lack of light that made it look black. I feel a strange softness and elasticity to the floor. Curious. Not quite what I had expected, but then, what had I expected from the description on the poster.

I was quite happy I had followed the instructions, going here. I know some may be disappointed, feeling as if she had not lived up to her promises, but personally, she had given more than I had read into the short text on the poster I had found. Naturally, I have not yet felt the full force of the suit or felt the full effect of what she had just given me. I may have paid her the fee she had asked of me, which is a very small price for what I have been given. At least, it is what I see right now.

Pulling the suit up and slipping my right hand into it, feeling my hand and fingers slipping in as if eagerly swallowed by the sleeve on the right side. Why did I have these strange images in my head? I feel as if the inside of the suit is wet, as if it had been salivating, or possibly been excited. The suit contracted so tight, there was no air left inside.

Once I had slipped my left hand into the suit, I feel a new and strange sensation, as my bro is pushing towards the inner surface of the rubber the suit had been made out of, I realise it is transforming into an equine counterpart, only it is clearly not a male one. I had slipped into a mare suit, apparently, I had chosen to do so by my own choice. I had not been coaxed into it or tricked to do so. There was no outside to tell me which side to choose, I had willingly and eagerly chosen this side. Now I am to live by it and experience the effects and consequences of my choices.

Despite my best efforts and intentions, there is no chance I could reach my own back in order to sip the suit I wear, I will have to ask for help. Incidentally, Diana was standing right outside my box. It is as if she knew I need help with the suit, although I could assume she had a finger in the design, she had chosen it for our benefit, for all I knew.

“Could you lend me a hand, I need some help with the sipper. I know I am nowhere as flexible as to pull it up by myself. But you already knew that, right?” I put forth.

“Certainly. As to your question, the sipper was placed there in order to be out of sight and out of mind, which means it is very hard to reach. You do look great in a mare suit!” she responded, placing her right hand on the small of my back, slowly pulling the sipper up, thus sealing me in within the confines of the rubber suit.

“Thanks for the help, Diana. Why do I all of a sudden have a feeling you know who I am?

“You are quite welcome, Bro. Well, I guess Sis is more appropriate, for as long as you are with me on my little Summercamp. Hope you will enjoy your suit of choice as much as it was intended. I could as well point out that Rarity did help me with these suits!” she responded with a crooked grin and a strangely amused giggle to her voice.

“When you say Rarity, are you talking of the Unicorn known as Rarity? The mare who owns the Carousel Boutique?” I enquired.

“None other. She certainly is good enough a friend to ask for such a favour, I think. Considering, I hope you will enjoy to be a mare for the duration, not that there are any differences, but you will get a few new experiences while you are here!” she confirmed.

“You mean to say that I am an actual mare, not just a mere resemblance of one on the outside? Now, that is certainly an interesting revelation!” I pointed out.

“I would suggest you explore it, I know you are going to like it, unless you regret your choices coming here. In which case you are out of luck, but I have the feeling you knew what you were doing, so you will enjoy yourself here!” she assured me firmly and decisively.

“This is going to be one Hell of a ride. I just can’t write home about it, explaining or even telling any one about it?” I responded.

“It is up to you, what you make out of it. If you made a bad call, I can’t save the day, once the call was made. I will never stop you, so if you choose to write home, it will be your sanity on the line. I would still advice against telling others about what you experienced here. Although I wouldn’t mind if you were boasting of how much fun you had!” she pointed out.