Trixie, the Creator of the Pony Prison

Trixie had been kind enough to lead me into the room, where she is currently storing all the options I had before me. Now I just need to make up my mind. Which of my options is the winner, if any of them?

“But, Trixie. They are just plain white!” I observed; as I cast a glance at Trixie, then at my sister Lime Twister and back; “Of course they are white, they are blanks; still waiting for the right some Pony to fill them up and thus give them a life!” she responded simply.

“Of course they are white, they are blanks; still waiting for the right some Pony to fill them up and thus give them a life!” she responded simply.

“Oh, I guess that would make sense!” I responded; looking at the first Pony, then a Girl, a Satyr, a Centaur and a mermaid.

“Can I try out that one?” I inquired; pointing my index finger at a version that was clearly resembling the Satyr, but not matching up exactly.

“By all means, please do!” she responded; lifting up the dummy and placed it on the bed, for me to have a closer inspection.

I look closer at what she had place before me, after I had asked her if I could try it out. What I see is looking fairly exciting to me, I just couldn’t quite put a finger on how or why. The major part is clearly effeminate, just like the girl I am; yet I could see her more Equine legs, with what would at first look like Pony hooves. Her hands are overly effeminate for all I could see, with these perfect, long nails; but with a few strange details, like the pads under the nails, at first giving me the image of a cat. I would estimate her chest to be a B-Cup with a perfect orb shape, even if her cherries does look somewhat larger than I had expected, but I could at least try. Why the mound is so heavily inflated, and the orchid is so detailed; I had no idea, but I guess I could get used to it, at least over the day.

Of course; she is gifted with Equine ears, muzzle and a short and well rounded horn. What finally forced me to make up my mind, is the wide hips and the narrow waist. I couldn’t help myself; but simply had to try this one on, in order to see how it would feel.

Once I had caressed the soft, smooth hide of my new body to be; I managed to pull down the zipper all the way down from just under the hairline at the upper edge of her spine, all the way down to the edge of her spine, where the tail should be.

I carefully placed her on her belly; insisting on referring to the Dummy as her, even before I had even unzipped her. Once I had managed to climb up on the bed; I slowly slip in my right and left foot respectively, before I slide them all the way down. As my feet had reached about half the way down, I slip my hands in and slide them into the Dummy. I feel my body slide down as the rubber is slowly enveloping me. I had even managed to slip my head in, into her.

There is a strange feeling, and a disorienting sensation as I realize that Trixie is in fact zipping the suit up tight behind me. By now, I feel my body as if I had been nude; which I incidentally had been as I entered. The bed is clearly under me, and I do feel the fabric just as if I had been as nude as I feel; not as if I had been inside a rubber doll or dummy.

I turn around and lie on my back; lifting my right hand up before me, only to critically stare at the hand before me; the clear inch long nails, these bright, cerise pads, the still white suction sups; everything is where it should be, even if I now see the colours of my future self.

Aside from the details, I am to be a bright, yet faint cerise. Apparently, I have an iridescent, cerise mane; the bangs are just like the once my sister has, from what I could see. For now, I am assuming that my eyes have not changed; since I slipped into the new me the Dummy had made me into. For some reason, Trixie had made me feel more like myself, than I had ever done before now. There is of course, the one and final detail she never told me about; something that I will have to discover for myself, when the time is right. Something referred to, as a Cutie Mark; something that is to identify me and reveal my inner core, who I am and what is to make me special beyond all else. It is as much the choices I make, as the talents I had been born with.

I turned towards the center of the room, as I slide my legs off of the bed and step down onto the floor. With both my hooves firmly on the floor; I rose to my full height, such as I am now.

My stance is slightly changed, as I stand on two hooves and have the Equine legs to go with them. Otherwise, little have changed; even if I guess I am a bit wider over my hips. The changes are no more than I feel comfortable with and know I can get used to; even if I had no idea, as to just how easy that would prove to be, soon enough. Much sooner than I had dared to hope, or would expect to be comfortable with. Yet, there is no turning back; what is done, is done.

“Thank you, Trixie; this is wonderful!” I exclaimed.

“You are quite welcome, my dear!” she responded.

“Oh, and thank you, dear Sis. I would never have had this opportunity; if you had not taken the effort of writing me the letter, and invite me in!” I continued.

“I was hoping you would feel it that way, now we can grow even closer than before and have even more fun together, Sis!” she responded.

I look at my right hand for but a moment and reach behind my back in a fluid motion, but along the spine, I can feel no trace of where I knew the zipper had been. There may be a slight hint at the lower edge of my spine, while the other end vanishes under my hair.

“Could, could you see the zipper along my back?” I asked, as if I had been eager to know more than actually asking for an escape route in the first place.

“It is there, but it will only show, when you desire to or really do need to exit!” Trixie explained; matter of fact, without actually hiding anything.

“So it is basically an illusion to protect the immersion and help me enjoy myself in the way I want to be?” I inquired.

“I wish I could have expressed that better myself, but I can’t! You are as spot on as words could express it!” she prompted, looking dreamingly into a middle distance.

“Of course, there is something I would love to share with you. If it is embarrassing on you; I am sure Trixie could have a cup of tea, while we have a moment together as sisters; but I really need to!” she proposed.

“What are you suggesting?” I inquired.

“Something, just a tad more exciting than a scratch behind my ears!” she responded.