Cheerielee's School for Peculiar Girls

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I had jumped on the offer of attending Cheerilee’s boarding school for peculiar girls, the instant the offer had been presented to me. While I never had been away from my home and family; the offer of a school for a girl like me, had been too good to pass up.

A ticket to the train had been included, in the acceptance notification. For some reason, the letter is handwritten; not written on machine, or anything such. It is not exactly handwritten, she has no hands; she uses her mouth and an old style quill to write. I knew nothing of this, when I had accepted her offer.

As per request, I had come with only the clothes on my back; everything is included. I will be wearing a school uniform; sounds old and outdated, but can be quite comfortable and fun, once you do get used to it.

I had jumped onto the train, a night train by the way. I was sleeping on the way to the boarding school, mind you. I guess that is raising a flag or two, for you; but it means I arrive fresh as a daisy. Of course; I wear a top and skirt, aside from panties and socks under my shoes. Even if it may still be warm outside, I don’t go out, bare-foot.

While it is not Cheerilee herself waking me up, but my bed had been moved into the new room. There is not much privacy, in the room of a boarding school; as if I had been expecting it. I sleep in what proves to be a double bed. I have a night stand, and that is all I have in the room.

As I wake up, I notice the polished, black rubber coated floor under the bed. The walls are leaf green. Incidentally, the ceiling is coated with mate, black rubber and a local star skape. There is no window, but at least I have a night light lamp over my bed, or my end of the double bed.

I wear nothing but a pair of white cotton panties and top. I had after all been instructed to come lightly packed and clothed.

I fold up the quilt towards the middle of the bed, before I slide my feet out and down towards the floor. I sit up and raise to my feet, before I fold the quilt back in what is to pass for perfect and pristine order. Strange, just white cotton in the bed.

I pick up my skirt and step right into it, before I give it a few tentative tugs in order to make it slip into place.

My sister, or roommate had stirred at about the same time. I had watched her, as she is mirroring my moves. Of course, she is watching me, as she is slipping her skirt on.

“There, good as new!” I mumble; “Oh, and good morning!” I add.

“Good morning!” she responds.

“I guess, we could as well head off, to the initiation!” I suggest.

“The sooner, the better; I am looking forwards, to see what is in store for us!” she exclaims.

“Me, too!” I respond, as we walk towards the door.

She opens the door and I follow her out. I close the door behind me, before I follow her down the hall; towards the end of the hall, where the door to the initiation is waiting for us. Other girls are walking before us, and yet other girls are walking behind us. It is, as if we had been made to wake up at the same time. I guess that is a bit peculiar, to me.

I notice the door closing, after each pair is entering the room, at the end of the hall. The door opens, just as the next pair of girls arrive. I enter the room, with my sister. There are two seats and a wardrobe. I can also see a screen.

A silicon white Lady in a deep, purple top and skirt enters the room, just a minute after the door closed behind me.

“I am Rarity, and this is my assistant; Coco Pommel!” she is presenting herself.

“Greetings; I hope you will be satisfied, with our services here!” Coco offers.

“Of course, now it is time; for you to slip into your new clothes, before you can truly be part of the school!” Rarity points out.

Coco pulls out a Ponequine and a Girlequine, from an unseen space behind the screen. She steps back, and Rarity steps forwards. I notice a small, bright blue orb of light at the tip of Rarity’s horn. The orb starts to grow, in size and intensity; until the light flows down the length of her horn, like an avalanche. After another moment, Rarity reaches out for the still pinkish Girlequine. I can see a pair of shiny rubber tights form on her; reaching down from her waist and cover the lower part of her body.

Her girlish feet soon change, and a pair of equine hooves are developing at the point where her human toes had been. The tights are a light shade of purple, while the hooves are a darker shade of the same hue. After a moment, I can see how the hooves takes on a sheen, as if they are being polished.

A moment after the tights had formed fully, a top is forming on her upper body, starting from where the tights ended and all the way up to the head. I notice the top covering the arms, hands and fingers as well. The hue is identical to the tights, but no hooves are forming. Still, the nails grow and appears to be polished, in the same manner as the hooves had been.

The last part of the process; is the silicon white body, covering the entire body as it leaves the arms and legs bare. I can see the breasts swell, and the nipples grow dramatically.

“Is this representing Cheerilee?” I inquire, as I notice the striking similarity.

“Yes, this is indeed Cheerilee!” Coco confirms.

“I just use her colours, as an example you will recognize!” Rarity explains.

“Cheerilee, is a pony?” my sister inquires.

“She is, indeed!” Rarity confirms, and Coco is giggling.

“Equestrian pony, of course; an earth-pony, to be exact!” Coco then clarifies.

“She is not a unicorn, like me!” Rarity points out.

“Are we, earth-ponies too?” I inquire.

“I do not know, the design does not specify which type of pony you are!” Rarity explains.

“Curious, and I guess that does make it more interesting!” I respond.

“Time to dress up?” my sister suggests.

“Indeed!” Rarity responds.

“Here are your tights, if you please!” Rarity offers.

“Thank you, Rarity!” My sister and I respond, in chorus.

The tights she is offering is typically for Rarity, a silicon white. I feel the slippery smoothness in my hands, as I accept the garment.

Looking closer, the tights are apparently the more delicate and detailed variety. Maybe I should have been expecting this, from Rarity.

At first, the rubber is just normal, but then it starts to grow slippery and get a fluid sensation to it; as if it had been melting in my very hands, while I slip the garment on. It is a strange sensation and a query feeling to the event; but I had signed up, knowing what I am getting myself into. Even if I had not been given every last, little detail of this particular item.

The tights are just as tight, as I had imagined them to be; from the description I had been given, prior to accepting the offer in the first place. It also feels, as if these tights had been lubricated, in order to make them slip on and over my skin. I certainly do enjoy the sensations and the feeling the tights are giving me, in the process.

I lift my right foot, slipping it into and down the leg of the tights, feeling the rubber embracing the foot and leg in the process. I finally manage to lean on the foot; once I feel the rubber sliding into place over my toes, foot and all the way up the right leg. Now I do repeat the process; before I can stand firmly on the floor by my sister and before Rarity and her assistant, Coco Pommel.

“Here is your top!” Rarity explains.

This garment feels exactly as the tights did; when I accepted them, and slipped them on. I feel my hands and fingers slide into the sleeves of the top. My fingers stretched out and spread wide. Curious how tight the top is over my chest, considering the effect on my appearance. I lift up my hands and explore my bust; finding a pair of perfect, round orbs where my breasts had been, giggling at myself as I explore the smoothness.

Once I had slipped into the top; Rarity helps me with the two buttons on my back. Curiously enough, I barely feel the buttons, for more than a minute; than the sensation had faded away, into the vague obscurity I could barely even recall.

“Here is your body!” Rarity explains, as she is presenting the final part of my ensemble.

I accept and slip into the suit. Slipping my right and left foot n, feeling the white rubber slide up my legs. I slip my hands in and pull the suit up.

“There, beautiful!” Coco exclaims; as she is finally looking at us, wearing the full suit.

The body remains white, as polished silicon. My arms and legs are taking on a different hue, but only once I had managed to slip into the body. Of course; I can not take of neither the top, not the tights now since the body is on.

Once the suit is on, I sit down in the seat and lean back. My sister is sitting beside me, as I am watching my legs change in the fashion Rarity had previously demonstrated.

“Coco, the polish!” Rarity instructs her assistant.

“Of course!” Coco responds; as she is presenting the polish.

I watch, as Rarity is uncapping the can. Coco is mirroring Rarity, as she is assisting my sister. I see Rarity slipping the brush out and applying the semi-clear sapphire polish onto my hooves. Watching her, as she applies the polish; starting at the top of the hoof at the middle, then moving out, right and left, right and left.

Rarity continues by polishing my left hoof, in the same manner as she had polished my right hoof; only to start over and repeat the process once more. Only finishing, after she had applied the three coats of polish. I had felt nothing, but can clearly see the effect in the growing effect of glossiness on my hooves.

Once she polished my hooves, she cap the polish and pick up the vial of nail-polish.

“Your right hand, please; fingers spread wide!” Rarity is instructing me.

I follow her instruction. While she is polishing my nails, I watch the inch long, semi square nails that start just after the final joint of each finger.

“She means business, with her style!” I ponder, while I watch her perform her craft.

“Thank you; Rarity and Coco!” my sister and I exclaim, when they had finally finished their work.

“You are quite welcome, girls!” Rarity declares, matter of fact.

“She certainly does live up to her reputation and generosity!” my sister ponders.

Naturally, she had polished my left hand’s nails too; just as she had repeated the process thrice over again. She had left my nails and hooves glistering in the light and just as hard as sapphire. I should not complain, now should I? I do enjoy her work and adore the result of her effort.

There is a blue tint to my nails and hooves, from the sapphire painted over them. Other than that, I can see my hue through the polish.

While I had not noticed my nipples, as I ignore that tiny little detail; yet, they had reappeared, while my nails were being polished. There is no sign of the buttons on my back, either.

I had felt rubber coating the petals of my orchid and flow in to coat the entire orchid from the inside and out. Likewise, the rubber is also coating my anal cavity several inches beyond where I could reach, even with the aid of a plug or similar toy.

“Your suit, please put it on; before you go, girls!” Rarity is instructing us, pointing at an entirely new ensemble.

I accept the panties and step right into them, giving them a few tentative tugs; in order to make them fit, just right. Now I am picking my new skirt, repeating the process. From there, I slip the top down over my head and pull it down; feeling the comforting tightness, lent me, by the thick rubber.

“There, perfect!” Coco exclaims.

“If you want another colour, you should find them in your wardrobe!” Rarity explains.

“Thank you!” my sister and I chorus, on our way out of the room.