Author's Note

Red Girl's POV

Preparing is Magic: 1

I am one of the girls who accepted to take part in the competition, where Pinkie Pie is said to be the host. I don’t know Pinkie Pie all that well; since I am new here; but I like to have a hint of Lime-Light from time to time.

From what I had been told, the mane event is a Beauty pageant; in which a set of girls are wearing a swim suit. I expect to be given a makeup, manicure and a few other treats along the way. Am I asking too much?

As I enter the stage for the rehearsal, I see a set of suits in various colours; from red to purple. From what I could see, the suits are shiny and feels very elastic and smooth to the touch. The fact that they had been molded out of rubber escaped me at this point, not that I had any idea of the rest of the preparations put into play.

As I picked up the metallic bloody red suit; I noticed a zipper that would go all the way along the spin, from the neck of the suit. The weird detail is a valve on the belly button, as if the suit had been a beach ball for a beach party. Yet, I couldn’t back down now, so I carry the suit with me.

The thickness is three millimeter, which may be a bit on the thick side; but it is sure to cover my entire body, without showing any private or intimate details; which made me feel considerably more secure in my choice to partake in the first place.

Once I had grabbed the coat-hanger in a firm grip with my right hand; I walked slowly towards the back corner, where I am supposed to change into the suit, or rubber coat; as it turned out.

“Hiya, Ms. Red; and welcome to your position in the pageant. I hope the limelight will be kind to you!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, as I slipped in behind the thin wall that hides me from the seats of the audience; even if there are no people in the audience right now.

She had been turning her back on the entrance through which I came, yet she had known it was even before she could possibly have heard my steps. As I entered; she had placed her right hand on her skirt, pulling a blue balloon off of her skirt and blowing it up in a single swift motion, as if rehearsed for months to years. Before turning around; she had had the time to tie the balloon and add a string, which she then left to float up towards the ceiling; giggling merrily.

Naturally the girl before me is Pinkie Pie; the bright pink skin and the darker, tightly curled hair is strictly unmistakable. I did not need a world class memory to recognize her from the poster image. She has the characteristic bright smile from ear to ea;, while her large blue eyes is fixing me, as she reads me as an open book; never to be forgotten.

She isn’t just the party committee; she is the party planning personified, the element of joy and spreading friendship to any and all before her.

“Thank you, Pinkie Pie. Yes, I did choose the red suit; I love the colour. Am I the first girl up?” I inquired.

“You are quite welcome, Ms. Red. That is exactly why you choose your suit, and yes; you are!” she merely pointed out with a hint of a giggle, as she spread a sunshine with her smile.

“Slip right in behind the wall and change into the suit, and I will help you with the zipper!” Pinkie Pie explained generously.

“Oh, okay; thank you, Pinkie Pie!” I responded, as I scurried in behind the protective cover of the wall.

The wall is quite opaque, even as thin as it is. There may even be a metal plate, in order to ensure the privacy of me as the girl on this side; as I change into the suit.

I have a sturdy chair, and a foot stool to rest on; while I also have a set of hangers available to me, for when I change into my chosen suit.

First I pull the top up and over my head, placing that on the first hanger and placing it on the wall. From there I step out of my skirt and place that on the second hanger. Of course, I had to take the panties off of me; I really don’t want to hide them under a swim suit, no matter what the material or fabric may be. If I need anything under, I will simply not wear the suit. Thankfully, I found the place under my skirt, even if I guess they had a special hanger for the panties as well.

I could have chosen to leave my shoes, and socks on; but opted against it. Leaving the shoes under the shirt, and stuffing them with the respective sock; left and right.

As I found myself entirely nude; I finally do afford my suit, and entry into the pageant a new glace as I pulled it off of the hanger on which it had been resting as I slipped out of my wears.

Of course I had noticed that it is a solid full body one piece suit, not a skimpy suit, or a bikini. Maybe this is one of the reasons behind the zipper in the first place.

The zipper did slide all the way down pretty easily as I pull it down; not too easy, just enough for it to feel comfortable and reliable not to slide down while I wear it in the pageant. If it had slipped down and caused my suit to fall to the floor; I would literally have died of embarrassment.

“Okay, Pinkie Pie; you can come in and help me with the suit now!” I exclaimed quietly, as to not announce the situation to anyone, other than her.

The door slide open, and she enters the room, looking curiously at me with her regular exuberant excitement. There is no trace of her even reacting on me, as I turn my back on her while I wear the suit.

“Okeley, dokeley!” she merely prompted, before she reaches down to the zipper at the lower edge of my spike at the small of my back.

In surprise, I realize that she never once had touched my body, or the suit; just as she never made a comment, stared or by any other means reacted upon me in the first place. She merely helped me out with a situation, where I am in what one may call a tight spot.

“All done!” she announced, as I feel the zipper just under the hairline, behind my head.

“Thanks again, Pinkie Pie!” I exclaimed.

“Right this way, please, Ms. Red. If you follow me, Rarity will help you with the makeup and manicure, before the rehearsal!” she announced, and I followed her to where she was going.

I know she is a girl, but not an ageless wise prophet, devoid of all feelings. I had seen the proof of it, in the facial expression she made, and heard her giggle.

“Thank you, Pinkie Pie; I am looking forwards to the treat she had prepared for me!” I responded.

“You are quite welcome, Ms. Red. Besides, I know she loves helping you out in her capacity, preparing you for the pageant!” she continued.

“I will have to thank her as well, after she finished the treat!” I added.

“We are here, Ms. Red!” she pointed out, as she stopped before the door behind the stage and gave it a series of enthusiastic knocks.