Twin Raritys'

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Sweetie Belle

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I had set up my administrative office on the second floor, directly above the boutique itself. This is, where I intend to house all the employees, of course. I need them to be close to the store, no matter what.

The second office is for interviewing potential staff for the shop and affiliated activities. I have a desk and a set of chairs, in this room. Well, quite comfortable chairs, but still chairs all the same. I have the files of the employees and the key to the changing room, so they can get to work once they have accepted the position.

I have a set of framed photos on the desk, depicting the employees I am looking for, with a name under each photo. I want them to see who they are to be at the store. Strange?

Since I have not yet hired anyone, only one photo is hanging on the wall. That is me, Rarity.

I had just concluded the interview, for the employee, I intend to hire as Twilight sparkle. I expect her to organize my store. Even if I only need her for the opening, and once for each season; I can as well have her keeping the store in order for the remainder of the year, while I am at it. Then again, I could always ask her to organize various other venues and events as well.

“I hope I passed!” I ponder; as I am walking over, to the first changing room available.

She had told me to change into the uniform she had intended for my position to wear. All equipment and the uniform is stored in the room. Of course.

“Strange..” I ponder, “the instructions explicitly state that I am to strip naked; before I am to put the uniform on..” I continue; “does this imply; that my underwear, is included in the uniform?” I question, as I am entering the room.

“This changing room feels a bit large and ostentatious, for a changing room for just one person!” I realize, as I am stepping into the room.

I have two lockers; one for my personal clothes, and one for the clothes of the employee named “Twilight Sparkle” the employee she hired to organize the store. I am to organize this store, for her; for the opening, and for each season and event in the upcoming future. All in the guise of this Twilight Sparkle.

“Oh, well; it will be very easy, to recognize who works in the store and who does not!” I ponder.

While it may be a bit odd and eccentric; but it could actually be an advantage, as there is no chance you could pretend to be an employee if you are not.

“Okay, stripping nude had proven to be exceedingly easy; now I just need to put the uniform on, so I can get to work and organize her store!” I ponder.

I just hope, the uniform is prim and proper: as opposed to some eccentric old lady, enforcing her own weird ideas of fashion on her employees. What if she only paid me, in order to see me wear her creations?

“Oh, well; she does intend to pay me quite handsomely, at least!” I ponder.

Since I had stored my clothes in the locker, intended to keep my clothes safe; I am opening the second locker, intended to hold what is to pass for my personal uniform.

I can clearly see a skirt and a blouse, aside from the black vest I am supposed to wear openly in the store.

There is a framed note, on the inside of the door to my employee locker. I read it, carefully; I don’t want to risk or void my contract, on the very first day, or at all. I do need the pay check that is attached to my employment. I had after all signed the contract, in order to take this position. A very well paid position, I’d might add.

“Okay, nude: check!” I read; “Insert the tube..” I continue, “okay..” I ponder, as I am picking up what outwardly appears to be a regular condom, but apparently is the tube in question.

I am picking up the tube, extending the index finger of my right hand; before I slip my finger into the tube, then reach in between my legs and insert the tube from behind, as instructed.

“Weird instructions..” I ponder; “I feel weird, just thinking of following her instructions..” I continue; “but she is paying me for this, and I am supposed to do this in the privacy of my own room!” I conclude.

This part, had never been mentioned in my education; but they don’t really put too much emphasis on wearing the uniform, in the first place. A uniform is intended to emphasis that you belong at the location. Even if it can provide protection, against risks and dangers on site; if such risks and dangers are present on the site, that is.

She had not expressed any risks or dangers on site; and I had never even considered this, when I chose the education leading up to the employment, in the first place.

“Well, maybe a mannequin could topple over me..” I ponder, “but that shouldn’t be dangerous enough, to warrant the need for any manner of protection!” I conclude.

I am working inside a locked building, guarded from anyone and anything that could possibly be posing a risk. This part had actually been a part of my education. I know to avoid any risk that could occur at my job, after all.

Slipping the tube in, had been an anticlimax; as it proved to be easy enough, to insert it. I feel the thin silicone membrane sliding into me, from behind as expected; only then, it continues to propagate further in, even after I had retracted my hand. Once I can no longer feel it progressing, the process continues for a moment longer; before I realize, that it continues outwards. I feel it slowly spread out, coating and covering my skin further and further out.

The light purple: lavender silicone continues to spread out; until it is covering my entire body, before it is imposing the figure of the Twilight Sparkle I had been hired to pose as on the job.

My skin is silky smooth and a bit slippery to the touch, but otherwise; I am not bothered in the least, it actually feels good. If I were to look into a mirror; I would see how my hair had turned into the style and colours of the original Twilight Sparkle as well. A bit curious; but this is what the job description had stated, and I had signed the contract.

Oddly enough; I notice how my nails are growing longer and more stylish, too. The tips of my fingers are even developing highly sensitive touch pads; while the palms of my hands are becoming silicone white suction cups.

I am feeling strange, but had chosen to accept the job; even if I am realizing, these details are more noticeable when I finally am experiencing them first hand. (first hoof, was it?)

“I guess; these details are intended to aid me in my work, or be part of the image she intends for her store..” I ponder; “will all her other employees also experience these changes?” I question; giggling at the weird in the situation, I had just found myself in. (Well, what else could I do?)

“Tube, inserted: Check..” I ponder.

“I guess it is time, for the underwear; wonder how they will be looking, and if they could be comfortable to wear!” I consider, as I am returning my focus towards the interior of Twilight Sparkles employee locker.

“Okay..” I mumble; “I found the panties..” I ponder; “even if they do look a bit odd, to me!” I conclude.

“Silicone white, silicone panties..” I ponder; “I guess I have seen everything, now!” I conclude, as I am extracting the panties I am supposed to wear. (Would she mind; if I am wearing these, outside office hours when I am not working?)

“Slippery and smooth; but not quite like silk, but still!” I ponder, as I am stepping into my panties.

I feel the silicone slide up my legs, as I am pulling them up; just that I feel something else touching my skin, even if I couldn’t make myself stop right now. The next moment, the tip of the plugs eagerly slip in into me effortlessly before I had even realized it. Finally, I am affording the panties a few tentative tugs; once, twice and thrice. In order to get that ever-so elusive perfect fit. Once on, the liquid elasticity is hugging my hips with delicate care.

“The pristine white hue makes these panties feel pure, cleaner than they could possibly have been!” I ponder.

I find myself relaxing, even as the gel lubricating the plugs inside me is causing me to contract.

Somehow, I find myself comforted, as I continue to wear these panties. Maybe they are part of my uniform; but I have not found anything suggesting, I could not wear them on my free time.

Since the panties are on, I return my focus towards the wardrobe and its content; soon finding the top, I am supposed to wear. While it is still a matching silicone-white, it still looks inconspicuous enough at first glance; as I am slipping it down over my head, pulling it all the way down.

I afford the top a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; achieving the ever-so elusive perfect fit, in the process. Only once the top is on, I feel as if something is sucking on my nipples. While initially distracting, I soon find it reasonably comfortable, only for the sensation to slip my mind, after a few minutes.

The knee-length pencil-skirt is Metallic Bloody Red, how curious. All the same, I am stepping into the skirt selected for me; pulling it all the way up, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. I am enjoying the liquid elasticity making it so easy to put these clothes on.

“Talking about form-hugging!” I snicker, as I return my focus towards the interior of my locker.

Of course, I do have a matching blouse. I extract the blouse, from inside the locker; slipping my right hand in through the first sleeve, pulling it all the way through with comfortable ease. Now I just repeat the process, slipping my left hand into the next sleeve; before I am buttoning the blouse up, from the first button to the last up just under my chin.

“I guess this is the Prim and Proper, I was hoping for..” I ponder; “even if I do find the colours a bit on the colourful and somewhat eccentric side!” I conclude.

“Then again, the vest will cover up a great deal of the bright colour of my skirt and blouse; so I guess, I am to be satisfied all the same!” I ponder.

Slipping the vest on, had proven only too easy; it does not even have sleeves to contend with, after all, as it is a vest.

Once I had put the uniform of the Twilight Sparkle on, I had been directed to attend to the final confirmation of my employment. Only this is not in the office, where I had signed the document and contract.

From what I can see, this room is giving me the impression of being a make-up salon, or something to the effect. (Why am I here? Why do I need help, putting make-up on, as confirmation of my employment? She never told me!)

“Oh, well; if she feels the need to instruct me in how to apply the make-up, to fit in with the workforce at her store, I guess I can manage!” I ponder.

“Fashion business is basically Murder, in the first place..” I ponder; “good thing; I rejected the front-line position, here!” I conclude.

“Perfect, you are just in time..” the make-up artist exclaims, as I am stepping into her cozy little salon.

“I had to swap clothes, and slip into my new uniform..” I respond; “no point in delaying, if I want to confirm my employment!” I suggest.

She snickers; “Exactly..” she responds; “leaves us with all the time, we need; to give you the perfect face, for her new Brand!” she puts forth.

“Haste-work is poor work, isn’t it?” I inquire; “Lead the way; I am eager to see what you have in mind, for me!” I point out.

“Right this way, please.” she offers, as she is leading me into the first room on the right.

I can see a very comfortable chair, before a small make-up work-desk. The table-top is an inch thick Sapphire glass, while the frame is a highly polished and iridium-plated Titanium frame.

I soon find myself making myself comfortable, as I sit down in the cushioned chair she had indicated for me to sit in. The table-top is barren and empty, since I had just stepped into her shop; she had not placed anything on the table, before she knew who were to enter her shop.

“Place your hands, on the table before you; palms up, and I will be tending to you in an instant!” she promises.

While I am complying, she is pulling out a small set of vials containing the gels she is intending to apply to my touch pads and suction cups. Just two tiny vials, all in all. (I guess, it is intended to give me a more intimate and personal feeling; as these products are presented as individual vials, opened for me in person!)

“She isn’t painting my nails, first?” I ponder, but remain quiet.

“This, is the fun part..” she is suggesting, as she is uncapping the first vial.

“Oh..” I respond; not quite sure, what to make out of what she had just said.

I can clearly see, that she is focusing on my right hand. Well, why not? It feels, as if it is easier to focus on the right first.

As I am following her gaze, I soon discover what she is looking at; brightly saturated cerise touch-pads, covering the tip of my fingers. From the final joint of the finger, and all the way in under the nail.

As I am looking, she is applying the crystal clear, glossy gel to the touch pad; almost as if it had been care oil, intended for this very purpose. The observation is not quite as far off, as one may have imagined; even if the gel she is coating the touch pad with has a very different purpose. This is after all an unsupported third-party product, intended to bind the Holographic characters to the physical matter, permitting them to become physical characters. (Naturally; Rarity had experience with this particular product, and some of the even less well documented side-effect it has on people!)

She is applying the gel to each touch pad in turn, first on the right, and then on the left. Once she is finished; the vial is empty.

She is uncapping the second vial, applying the gel it contains to the palm of my hand, the suction cup, this character had come with. Once she had finished the right suction cup, she continues with the left one. As expected; the vial is empty, as she is finishing the left suction cup too.

As she had finished applying the gel, the suction cups are no longer glossy; but while I had failed to notice it, they are fully functional. The same goes for my touch pads. Quite sensitive.

“If you relax, I will select your nail polish!” she incites.

“Oh, okay!” I agree, remaining still where I am sitting, as I am waiting for her to produce the nail polish. (Sapphire Lacquer!)

“If only she knew, just how final this treatment is..” she ponders; “there is no remover, to this lacquer, or any of the other make-up products in this series!” she concludes. (Nothing to do about it; it is simply how these products had been formulated!)

While she is producing the two vials of crystal clear polish, or more precisely: Sapphire Lacquer; the gel applied to my touch pads and suction cups had cured completely and irrevocably. These effects, now permanent parts of who I am. No point, in sweating it; it is final, and I can do nothing about it. Then again, she is finalizing my employment.

“Palms up, please!” she instructs me, and I comply.

“There; now I can start painting your nails!” she puts forth.

Before she starts to paint my nails on the right hand, she gently boops the back of the hand; “Squeak”

She starts with the nail of my thumb, starting at the root and draw the brush all the way down over the tip, only to continue: right and left, right and left.

From here, she is repeating the process; painting the back of the nail. Now she is finishing up, by sealing the nail up, painting the sides from the right to the middle and from the left to the middle.

Now she is painting the rest of the nails of my right hand in the same way, before continuing with the nails of my left hand. All ten nails polished; I can see how my nails are growing glossy, as an effect of the polish she had applied.

“How long will this polish last?” I inquire. (if it is regular polish; it may last for as long as a week, or two at the very most!)

“I was told; this particular polish should stay pristine, for at least a month!” she explains; “Feel free to book a time, if you feel the need to have it renewed!” she suggests.

“I will make sure, to have a new time booked, well in time before that!” I respond.

“For now, it is time, to perform your make-up!” she explains, as she is slipping out of sight, producing the make-up supplies.

“If you close your eyes and mouth, for a moment; then I can apply your foundation, upon which to apply your make-up!” she explains.

I follow her instruction, permitting her to apply the foundation. I feel her caressing the gel foundation onto my face, enjoying the treat for all it is worth. If I had not had an even complexion, this would have dealt with this too.

“You can open your eyes, if you like..” she suggests; “and part your lips, slightly..” she continues.

Once she is back with the make-up supplies, she is facing me with the lip-stick in hand. (Lip-Balm) She is painting my upper lip from center to the right and from center to the left; before she is repeating the process on my lower lip. Now she is producing a crystal clear lip-liner; applying it from the center to the right and from the center to the left; on my upper and lower lips, in turn.

“Maintain this expression, please; but close your eyes for me, Twilight!” she is instructing me.

“Twilight?” I ponder; “Oh, yes; I had slipped in the tube, of the character Twilight Sparkle!” I ponder.

Once I had once more closed my eyes; I can clearly feel the brush applying the eye-shadow base, applying the shadow from the inner corner to the outer corner. One stroke at the time, she is building the shadow up from the eye-lash and all the way to the upper rim of the eye-globe; only to repeat the process, on the eye-lid of my left eye.

Naturally, she is applying the shadow to the lower eye-lids as well; right and left, like before. (Well, why not?)

Once she had applied the base of the eye-shadows, she is applying the glistering black eye-liner; both on the upper, and lower eye-lid.

Once the base had been applied, she is repeating the process; applying the deep, dark purple. Both to my lips and my eye-shadow. I guess these should go well with my given complexion as Twilight. (I am not a make-up artist, and I haven’t asked her, either!) An application of the lip-liner and eye-liner respectively, just to complete this step of my make-up. Well, but why not?

This is when she is applying the mascara. Twirling the long eye-lashes around the brush; before she is pulling the brush, applying the mascara while she is curling my eye-lashes up in the process.

With the mascara out of the way; she is repeating my lips and eye-shadows one final time, applying the finishing touch of gloss and glitter to my face.

“Open your eyes, please..” she suggests, as she is presenting a mirror for me to see my face on; ”there, your face is all done!” she points out.

With that, she is collecting the make-up articles and stack them away where she had found them.

Rather than being finished; she is producing a special nail-polish, but for my toe nails this time.

I notice her slipping in under the desk, in order to tend to my toe-nails in the same fashion she had painted my finger nails. This process only takes her a few minutes.

“I would recommend; that you stay here for a few minutes; as the polish is curing before you go..” she suggests; “but other than that, your contract is now concluded..” she confirms; “I imagine, you want to see your suite on site; so that you can familiarize yourself, with the location where you can stay over any time you like!” she puts forth.

“Sounds reasonable..” I respond, “I can afford a few minutes here, before I go to explore my new suite!” I respond.

As she is back, with me; she is sitting down in the chair facing me, casting a meaningful glance at my hands.

After a moment, she is gently placing the palms of her hands on the surface before me. A moment later, she is looking at her hands, as if she had been worrying about something; pretending she were trying to lift her hands, but to no avail.

“Wait, what?” I inquire.

“Your hands, yes..” she responds; “as I was booping them, you heard a distinct squeak?” she inquires.

“Yes..” I respond; “I heard the squeak..” I continue; “but, what does that mean?” I inquire.

“Lift your hands, and find out!” she incites me, with a slight snicker to her voice.

What happens; is obvious, in hindsight. As I try to lift my hand, right or left; neither is letting go of the surface upon which they had been resting. I afford the palms of my hands a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; but to no avail, my hands remain where they are.

“Oh.. oh.. oh..” I exclaim, looking at my hands as I make a valiant attempt, to yank them off of the table.

Yet, nothing happens. Just as I can’t pull either of my hands up; neither can I move the table, as it had been secured to the floor in the first place.

She moves her right hand towards my left hand, sliding a finger in under the palm of my hand; there is a sucking noise, as my hand is freed from the table. She is repeating the process, freeing my right hand as well.

“There..” she puts forth; “Remember this, and don’t get caught in embarrassing situations!” she suggests; “as fun as this could have been, if you were enjoying it!” she concludes.

“Yes..” I respond; “It could be very fun, in the right situation!” I conclude.

“Since the polish on your toe-nails has cured, you can go and explore your suite!” she suggests.

“Thank you, I will!” I respond, as I am raising to my feet.

From there, I am walking out of the room, only stopping to open the door before me and close it behind myself.

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Store Management Acquired

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