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I had just closed the door, to our home; looking at my sister taking her shoes off, as I am locking the door.

It had been quite the adventure, but now we finally are back home; inspired and excited, but worn down and tired.

The floor is still laid with the same mate, black ceramic tiles as when we had left. The wall is painted a neutral greyish blue. Nothing fancy, but it’s acceptable at least. After the trip to the museum, I am questioning what our home is like; as Rarity had put everything in a stark, new light. Though these things, are out of my hands; I don’t own the building, or even the contract on the apartment.

Our jackets hang over the shoe-rack, where the shoes are lying in wait, for when they are needed and used.

I hang up my jacket on an unused hanger, step out of my shoes and place them on the right side on the upper floor of the shoe-rack. Now I pick up my back-pack I had carried with me on the trip, before I walk over to the door to the living-room and open the door.

My sister follows me out of the cloaking-room and closes the door behind herself. Of course, she is the younger of us; she tends to be a step after me, in most everything. However, we do share many interests, hobbies and passions and we love helping one another out with most everything. Well, why not? She is a friend, and an ally; the one girl, I know I can trust utterly and completely with anything and everything.

I walk through the living-room floor to the door to our rooms. There is a small hall, maybe four by four feet; between our two rooms. The third door leads to the minimal girls’ room.

I open the door to my room, step in and close the door behind me. My floor is laid with a lusciously green linoleum carpet, and the walls had been painted in a fairly deep blue to indigo hue. Unfortunately, the ceiling is just the boring old white.

On the right side, I have my bed. I made it myself, as I stepped out of bed; early in the morning, before we left for the trip to the museum.

I have a black cotton bed sheet. The pillowcase is a bright, deep purple. My quilt is covered with happy little Ponies. Small, cute and happy little horses. They are bright and colourful, just the way I like them.

On the foot end of the room, I have my wardrobe. A pair of them, with double doors for easy access.

Only once I had closed the door to my room, do I set the back-pack down and open it; trusting I am safe, to examine the price I had purchased and acquired at the trip. Knowing my sister is on her room, doing exactly what I am doing here in my room. While I am not sure of exactly what she had bought. Though I am fairly sure, she had bought something there as well. Why wouldn’t she? It had been expected, and it is why we carried so much money on the trip in the first place.

Buying a few souvenirs is expected. Just as it is half by half implied you buy yourself something as you are there. Either it is for yourself, or it is a gift planned for someone at the next occasion.

Naturally, I had bought myself a few items on the trip; both for fun, and as mementos of the trip. I want to remember this trip, with all the joy I had experienced; as we visited the museum, commemorating Rarity’s achievements. Showcasing her creations and fashions, as well as demonstrating just how far she had managed to get.

I had bought myself a later edition and replica of one of her first accomplishments; the ears and tail, originally in the CSH colours. This particular piece had later served her; and the school well in an event; gathering all the school spirit, under the banner of Twilight Sparkle. Maybe I just wanted to bring home this, in the hopes I could share and take part in the spirit.

As I unzip the backpack, I had placed by the side of my bed; this is the first part I pick up. Though I am also unpacking a copy of Octavia’s master-pieces. I will be treasuring this music collection available on both CD and MP3 on a USB stick. The latter will be working well on my own devices along with the option of playing the CDs on the stereo.

After all; Octavia had become the foremost of Solo Cellists, both composing and performing on her very own Cello. I know, I will be playing these records; when I am studying, because I think they will be just right for that.

For now; I am placing the collection, on my nightstand.

Of course; I had bought another set of these adorable Pony-ears, only this set comes with a matching muzzle and have ear-buds and microphone incorporated into the design. I imagine; Octavia’s companion Vinyl Scratch may have a finger in the design. She is otherwise known, as DJ Pon3 among her numerous fans. Though I guess, there are influences clearly found in the works of both artists.

First I place the package onto the night stand; before I am opening it, extracting the ears I promptly put on. I feel the set covering my ears, like regular headsets and ear-phones would; but without the music playing, I naturally hear no music or difference to the surrounding sounds in the room. However, I barely feel my ears covered, in the manner the common head-phones would have.

”I probably should be putting on a CD of Octavia’s, just to hear the music as she would have..” I ponder.

If only I had known, just how correct my initial assumption is. How could I have known?

As I continue, it slowly dawns upon me; just how little the perception through the equine ears change my perception, as I continue to unpack my back-pack. The realization, gradual.

”Feels better, than I had been expecting!” I mumble, to myself.

I pick up the small box, containing the matching muzzle to go with the ears; but decides against opening it, putting it on right now. It would decidedly be cool to wear, but I guess now is not quite the time. Maybe I put it on, as I had unpacked?

Now I am picking up the lunch box, placing this on my desk. Finally, I get to the package containing the suit; placing this onto my bed, while I continue to unpack the back-pack.

”A pair of stockings!” I ponder; ”Set of Rarity’s Pony stockings” the label reads; as I am picking up the package, putting it onto the bed.

”A set..” I ponder; ”how many pairs would that be?” I continue; ”One, two, three, or five?” I mumble, somewhat confused.

Maybe I should have red the text on the package, with more care? It does contain two pairs of stockings, in a more Equine manner; just as the Pony has a pair of fore and hind legs onto which to slip the stockings onto.

I had seen some of the images, printed onto the package; thinking nothing of it, ignoring the point made.

”You wear your socks or stockings on your feet!” I had pondered, as I found this package of this product.

Of course, I do wear socks, or stockings on my feet; and particularly under shoes, if and when I do go out. It is, what they were made for. Isn’t it?

For a moment, I had stopped to ponder; to consider the package, I had bought for myself. Before I reach down, once more; unzipping the side-pocket, where I had stored Rarity’s designer glasses. Just a small memento, of the trip; never realizing, exactly what these glasses truly are. How were I to know, what they were meant for, or how much they were to mean for me?

Just as I had zipped the side-pocket closed, I open the box and put the stylish glasses on; placing the box onto my desk, upon which I used to do most of my homework. Placing the box had been unconsciously, and with nary a thought.

I never used glasses, before; not even sunglasses, but I never had felt the use or need before.

However, the sense of the glasses just lends me a different sense and perspective on the surroundings. I feel a new sense of purpose and urgency, just by wearing these glasses. Maybe, just maybe; they do lend me a focus; on what I have before me I had never experienced before.

”Curious..” I ponder; ”as if Rarity herself had called out to me, for me to have these glasses!” I continue.

With the glasses on, I turn my attention back to the content of my back-pack. The first thing I find, is a large package, containing the pristine, white suit I had bought at the museum. I had chosen a white suit, inspired by Rarity herself, and I had to have the suit in the pristine hue for this very reason. Nothing else, would have made any sense to me. Though I guess having a second suit in a light pink would still be both fine and fun. I had still opted against buying the skin-tone suit; both on the economical standpoint, as well on the account that I could not squeeze in a second package in the back-pack.

I had bought no jewelry or accessories, based on the notion of the equine style. I don’t consider her glasses an accessory, but rather an aide to help me so or improve my focus on the work at hand. Or, is it at hoof?

The ears and the tail only makes me feel as if I am a Pony, that does not count as an accessory. The muzzle is just going with the ears, completing the impression of being closer to Rarity in her Equine form. Even if I know, the Rarity who designed all these beauties is a girl. Just as I am.

”Only one more thing, to make the impression complete..” I ponder, as I am pulling out the final items.

What at first just looks like an innocent, white plastic toy; is the horn, making me into a Unicorn just as Rarity herself. Maybe it is silly and excessive on my part, but I could spare the coins required to purchase these final items.

At first, I had considered to just put on my regular cloves over; but thought better of it, after some consideration. I had ended up buying a skirt and top to go with the ensemble. Oh, look at that; my thoughts and vocabulary is even conforming to her stylish, precise expressions.

On second thought, I am picking up a disc, slipping it into my old CD player; hitting play as I had adjusted the volume to the correct level. The music soon fills the tube with its beautiful tranquility and puts me into a comfortable ease I had not quite been expected a mere moment before.

With the package on my bed, as the music is playing; I am turning back, opening the package to see what is inside. Not so much, that I do not know what is inside; just that I feel the urge, to extract the suit so I can see and feel it in the comfort of my own room.

As I pull it out, I feel the soft and smooth fabric in my hands; slowly laying it onto my bed, almost as if it had been my sister laying there now. Her beautiful, white skin; clearly visible, as she lies on the bed perfectly relaxed and relaxing. It feels, almost as if she is looking at me; listen to me, as I continue.

For a moment, I just stand there, quietly; attentively ogling the suit, as she is lying on my bed, resting in wait for what is to come. For what I am about to do. What I could not make myself, not do.

I take a step back, blinking. Winking, at her.

I close my eyes, looking away; walking over to my wardrobe, tears in my eyes. The beauty, before me; resting in my bed, waiting. Waiting for me.

Should I call her Rarity?

For the brief moment, as I close my eyes; I had walked away, turning to my wardrobe.

I open my eyes, as I am facing the door to the wardrobe; opening the door, almost as if I had pictured it shielding me. Shielding me, but from what?

I slip my skirt down, bending over; as I am picking it up, placing it on a hanger in my wardrobe. The hanger goes on the left side. Now I pull the top up, over my head; pulling it off of me, placing it on the next hanger. Half done, half naked; I stand quiet, as the memory slowly creeps into the focus of my mind. I can no longer ignore her.

I want to wear the suit, and I know she wants it too.

She is Rarity, the Rarity to me; but otherwise, she had just been that one pristine white suit. Now she lies on my bed, waiting for me. She is awaiting me, while I take the time; slipping out of my clothes, so I could be her.

With the top and the skirt, now hanging in the wardrobe; I slip the panties down, stepping out of them; before I pick them up, leaving them on the next hanger. Reaching down, towards my right and left sock respectively; pulling them off of my feet in turn, as I lift the foot to make it easier for my socks to slip off of my feet. Momentarily affording the white, cotton socks a moment; before I leave them in my wardrobe, with the rest of what I wore on their hanger.

One ensemble, hanging on their respective hangers; waiting for me to pick them up; for me to choose them or leave them to be washed if I did not feel like wearing them.

Taking a step back, closing the door of my wardrobe, before I turn back towards the bed and take the few steps.

”These stockings, will be great with this suit!” I remember Rarity suggesting, back at the museum.

I am moving slow, in the rather cramped space that is my room. There is no point, in moving fast; the room is too small, for there to be any saved time worth the effort.

However, I soon do reach the bed upon which the suit lies; nude, as I am. Since I am alone in the room, the door securely closed, it does not bother me, even if my sister is in the next room.

The suit is still feeling cold to the touch, but I have not touched her or worn her yet. Her skin is feeling sleek and slippery at first, though as she is warming up to my touch; she is starting to feel more like skin and turns slightly grabby under my fingers. Something I had been ill prepared for, but I am not about to turn back now.

Upon closer inspection, there is no zipper, and her skin is fairly thick under my fingers; as I am lifting up the suit, I had been looking forward to wear since the instant I lay eyes upon her at the shop at the museum.

While her skin may be on the thick side, being more skin-like than fabric-like in the first place; it is soft and elastic in a manner that makes me feel it is her skin. Not a mere suit in my hands.

As I had lifted her up, in my hands; I had taken a moment, to feel her elasticity by stretching the neck in anticipation.

Finally, I am lifting up my right foot, slipping it into the neck-entrance and slide my foot down; feeling her swallow it with eager, practiced ease. I feel my foot, slowly slide down, entering the leg, and all the way down into the foot. With just a bit of wriggling my toes, I have confirmed that it is on just right. A perfect fit, just as I had been promised.

Now, I am repeating the process; slipping my left foot in after the right, feeling it slide down into its position. I do wriggle my toes, for just a moment; curiously feeling, how my foot and toes had slipped in into the correct position.

With a firm, yet gentle grip; I pull up the suit with unexpected ease, feeling the slight pressure hugging my legs and all the way up over my waist.

There is a strange sensation, reminding me and urging me to slip my hands in. As I slip my right and left hand in; I lift my arms up towards the ceiling, feeling the suit slide up with eager anticipation. A mere moment later, the suit covers my skin, all the way up over my neck; leaving only my head, and my face bare.

”Oh..” I mumble.

There is a knock on the door, and my sister is stepping into the room; her eyes focusing on me, as I am wearing the suit. I instantly notice her wearing the muzzle and the ears. She is also wearing her tail, I realize an instant later.

”Just as fabulous, as I had been expecting!” she responds, just after she had closed the door behind herself.

”Thanks, Sis..” I respond; ”the muzzle does look just right, on her!” I consider, realizing my own feelings in the process.

”Would you like, for me to help you with the stockings?” she inquires, as she is observing how I had arranged the items I had purchased at the museum.

Though I am quite sure, she knew what I had bought; just as she knew me only too well, anticipating how I had arranged the items in the room while I was unpacking.

”Yes, please!” I respond, giggling in excited anticipation.

”Metallic, electric blue!” she ponders in amusement; as she is opening the package containing the set of stockings.

”Rear stockings, right and left” reads the label on the first pair of my set of stockings.

I watch her, as she is opening the inner package; as she is pulling out a pair of curiously looking stockings. The colour is matching the expectation. The colour, exactly what the package had suggested.

She holds up the right stocking, before me. I lift my right foot, slipping it into the stocking; feeling the tight material slowly swallowing the foot all the way up my thigh. Now she is picking up the second, left stocking; I lift my left foot as I had set my right foot down onto the floor. Now I slide my foot down the length of the stocking.

Once I am standing up, wearing the stockings; she opens the package, containing the second pair of stockings.

”Front stockings, right and left” reads the label on the second pair of my set of stockings.

The second pair of stockings seems to be matching the once I am already wearing, but have specific differences matching the purpose of being worn on my fore-legs. These are not for my hind quarters, of course.

As she is picking up the right stocking, I reach my hand forwards; permitting her, to assist me in putting these stockings on. I feel the material hugging the skin of my hand and arm, as it continuously slides all the way up my arm. It only stops, an inch before my arm-pit. Curious.

At this point, I start to experience a strange sensation akin to a warm tingling all the way over my legs. Though I am not aware of how or why. For now, I am ignoring it, in the hopes it is passing, with no ill effect upon me. I had never experienced any allergy, so I had not expected to have this kind of issue.

She is pulling out the second stocking, and I reach forwards; slipping my hand in into the stocking, as my sister helps me pulling the stocking all the way up my arm. Of course, this is a stocking; not a glove, so it is kind of a curious thing. Maybe I should have been expecting it, but I had not.

Now I feel my legs grow warm, so I move towards my bed; laying down, prone on my belly. From this point, I am looking up; towards my sister, eagerly looking down at me.

While she is looking, my hands and feet slowly change into the appearance of the equine hooves of Rarity.

”I think I know what you need..” she points out, as she is turning away and picks up my Touch-pad.

With a few taps and clicks, she is activating the device; setting it up, to permit me to enjoy it where I am lying in my current situation. She is placing it before me, so that I can see the large screen. I can read the text, with ease; just as I am hearing the voice, of my digital companion or teacher.

As I am watching the opening screen, the text moves over the surface; while she is standing on the right, reading and explaining everything to me.

After a moment, I have become engrossed in her monologue; as she reads and explains the topic at hand. At hoof, I correct myself, considering the situation, as I follow the topic of her lecture.

My sister quietly turns to the door, walking out of the room; opening the door, steps out and close the door behind herself to leave me alone. I had failed to notice her exit.

The lecture is surprisingly entertaining and comprehensive, but I guess I should be blaming Rarity for that.

However, I am hearing the voice as if she had directed her speech towards my equine ears; not as if she had spoken to my human ears as one should have been expecting.

Author's Note

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