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As my Sister is out in the park, I had chosen to put on my own suit.

Of course, I am already wearing the horn, if you could consider wearing the correct term? It would imply I could take it off, and put it back on like a piece of clothing or accessory. I don’t think, or feel this being the case.

Putting it onto my forehead had effectively fused it onto me; it had bonded to me in a far more intimate and intricate manner almost as if it is a part of me and who I am. Not that it is changing my memories of the past, but it changes how I think and react. Indeed, the very way I move.

Of course, I had put the muzzle onto my face; this is how I can speak to my sister if and when she is not in the room. Likewise; the equine ears are on my head, which is effectively removing my human ears. Or, so I have come to realize.

As I am wearing the suit, it is lending me the Equine hue; similar to the white of the March Mallow Rarity, herself. Of course, I had chosen this suit myself; even knowing my sister owns an identical suit, which she is currently wearing. Or, at least I believe she is wearing it. If she is not wearing it, it means she had slipped out of it; which I doubt she would do, outside or in the public. What I could not know, is the effects upon her; caused by the location she had trotted over to, partially because I have not yet been there or experienced this effect.

I am still wearing a blue skirt and top; as I am picking up the right hind stocking. I slip my foot in, pulling at the stocking; feeling the material slowly contracting in a loving embrace, as my right foot slowly slides down almost as if on its own accord. A moment later, I feel the foot reaching the end of its path, as it slides into position; only for the foot to turn into an equine hoof, in the process.

My balance is shifting, but I persist and pull the right hoof down onto the floor. Now I pick up the left stocking, slipping the foot in without as much as a trace of hesitation; slipping the foot down slowly, feeling the stocking contract around my foot and leg. Inch by inch; the stocking is sliding all the way up over the thigh and up to my crotch.

For just a moment, I stand still; before I pick up the stocking, for my right hand. With practiced ease, I slip the hand in; pulling at the stocking with my left hand, feeling the material contracting lovingly as my hand continues to slide further and further in. After a moment, I feel the tips of my fingers reach the end; only for my hand to change, into an equine fore-hoof.

I momentarily stop; looking at my hand transforming, before my very eyes.

Now I am picking up the fourth and final stocking, slipping the left hand in; feeling the growing contraction, as the hand continues to slide in.

At the left hand reaches the end, it fluidly transforms into a hoof in a fluid movement. I had already seen it before; so this does not shock, or even affect me by now. In the process, I had become Equine, a Pony of the Equestrían variety. I am now fully transformed into a Unicorn.

Since I am now standing firmly on all four hooves, on the floor in our cloaking-room; I slowly pick up a set of crystal-clear equine boots for my hooves: slipping them on, right and left, hind and fore. Just as I see the silicon boots stretch in the process of putting them on, I can feel the material contracting and sliding into place; before I move on to the next one.

Only now, I am picking up the shoes, for outdoor use; stepping onto and into them one at the time: right and left, hind and fore. For a moment, I feel the shoes, as I am stepping onto them; before they fuse to my hooves as nailed on, just to blend in with the hoof and visibly disappear.

This will reinforce, and protect my hooves against the wear and tear; as I am walking, or trotting outdoors.
Just as I am approaching the door, it opens before me; not at my command, but because my sister is trotting into the cloaking-room with me.

“Hi, Sis!” she exclaims, as she had closed the door behind herself.

She closed the door, not so much with a hand she does not have or with a hoof that is uselessly inconvenient; but with the aid of the magic, in her control.

She is stopping in the middle of the diminutive room, before she takes her shoes off of her hooves; extending her magic, picking the shoes up and depositing them into their place on her shoe-rack.

“Hi, Sis!” I respond.

Now she is pulling each of her stockings off; right and left, fore and hind. Just as she slips out of the stockings, her body reverts back into her human form. I watch her, as she is transforming back into her Human form.

A moment later, she is standing on her own two feet; in the middle of the cloaking-room, turning around to face me once more.

“Clip, clop; clip, clop..” is heard, as I slowly move towards her, one step at the time.

Of course, I am moving slowly; I do not want to pounce her, or overshoot her and hit my head into the wall.
For a moment, she stands still, looking at me, looking down since I am so much shorter than her right now.

My eyes aiming at her belly, before I refocus and aim my head up to face her.

She takes a few steps forwards, towards me and stop just one step away. I slow down and stop; my head touching her right hip. It is a bit strange and unfamiliar; but I am getting used to it, despite my habit of being identical. We are after all identical twins.

“It is almost, like having a Pet..” she coos; but next time, I could be your pet if you like!” she offers.

“Yes, I guess it is..” I neigh, in response; “I guess, that would be fun!” I conclude in response, giggling at the situation.

As I respond, I notice her placing her right hand on my head; her left hand reaching for the ear.

She soon starts to scratch the ear, absentmindedly; though I can feel, she is liking it. I can’t deny, enjoying the sensation; even if it is my sister, scratching my ear.

Is this an Equine thing, among Ponies; or am I accepting, enjoying it exactly because it is my sister?

Though I guess, it is something in her touch; how it feels, with her now long nails. This just would not have been the same, had her nails been shorter or short.

“Had I been a cat, of any kind; I would have been purring, by now!” I soon realize.

I find myself relaxing, almost as I had been about to fall to sleep; or possibly, been in a hypnotized trance. The moment, the sensation of her scratching my ears; I find it comforting, to the point of being mesmerizing.

She is in control, but I do enjoy it.

I am safe.

“So comforting..” I whinie quietly, almost like a murmur and just as soft and utterly intangible.

However, I can clearly sense my sister reacting; letting on, she understands what I mean.

On the other rubbery hoof, she is my sister; she is the other half of me, even if she is Human and I am Pony at the time. All these years, together; makes it into a second nature, understanding her in speech, expression and emotion.

Do I have to be more perceptible, than anyone else; in order to understand her, considering the situation.

Maybe a Horse-Whisperer would have understood? I do not know, and I don’t really care. Just a stray notion.

There is but the one thing, that matters right now; my sister, scratching my ear. How could anything else be of any import, to me? I do not ask, I do not pose the question; because I don’t want a response, and I certainly do not wish to know.

Am I ignorant? Just because I want to enjoy this one moment, and the bliss offered me by my sister.

Who’s to say, and who is to care.

This is the one instant, the bliss offered me by my sister.

How does one put it into words, or is it something you just have to experience?

I do not know, but I am experiencing it right now.

Maybe I know; the moment will not last, can not last. Still, I am enjoying it for all it is worth.

She had been quiet, but she need say nothing. There is no point, in saying anything.

Words, would only corrupt the moment.

As I am enjoying the moment, I am absorbing it. I am integrating the experience, into my very soul. Savoring and savouring it; in a manner, and in a place from where it can never be extracted. This is forever a part of me, who I am.

I will be offering her the same experience, of course; next week, as she had offered me the manicure and pedicure.

The unspoken agreement. A joy to perform, just as it is a joy to be treated.

I need to say nothing; she knows what I mean just as I know what she means, what it is I do not know. I just experience the moment. What more is there?

I still remember what she said, what she told me and what she asked.

There is, but the moment.

Nothing more required.

However, as short as it is; this one moment is an eternity.

But even an eternity had an end. The moment is evaporating.

At least, I can return, just as she could.

I know what I need. Just as she knows and understands.

While I know she is enjoying this moment, with me; we both knew it had to end, and she is lifting her hand from my head as she takes a step forwards.

The door before her opens, as she steps out into the living room.

The door before me, opens up; I step out, onto our porch.

Clip, clop; clop, clop!” I heard as I exit our home, just before the door is closing behind me.

Author's Note

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