Mixed Identity

Chapters

Arrival: 2
A New Day: 3
Accepted: 4
First Class: 5
In Class: 6
After Class: 7
Gymnastics: 9
Megumi: 10
A New Day: 12
Chrysalis, Queen and CEO 1
A Class After Lunch: 8
Good Night, and Sleep Tight: 11

Arrival: 2

Author's Note

Mr. Arch Meteor's POV

Ms. Myne's POV

Arrival: 2

I had just arrived with my parents, at the hotel: The Royal Twilight Inn. The suite is such a bright and delightful place.

As I had learned of the school, at the hotel; it had been the only choice, I had signed up.

When I had signed up for the school, I had been granted my own room, or suite in the schools dormitory.

<--- --- --->

“Arch Meteor” the plaque reads on the door, under the number of my suite.

“My Name..” I ponder; “should make it easy for me, to find!” I conclude.

“Curious; neither handle, nor key hole?” I exclaim, as I reach the door.

Of course, I should have been expecting this. My parents' suite had neither, as far as I recall.

There is just the black, hexagonal 'plaque' on the middle of the door; in comfortable height, for me to comfortably place the palm of my right hand onto it.

“Yes, but of course...” I mumble, as I recognize the plaque for what it is.

I confidently lift up my right arm, extending the palm of my hand; gently pressing it onto the warm and elastic plaque, spreading my fingers in order to open the door to my suite.

The door eagerly slides up soundlessly and I am stepping in; only for the door to swiftly slide shut behind me, as I had cleared the threshold.

“I am on my own..” I ponder; “but that was to be expected, for this school!” I conclude.

Once inside, I am stepping up to the shoe-rack; slipping my shoes of, placing them onto the show-rack. Since I had not been outdoors, I wore no outdoors clothes. Just my pair of shoes; since I could not just go out of the suite, without them. Or, could I? I consider going out of the suite, equal to go outdoors; thus I had to wear a pair of shoes. Since it is warm, I had worn no jacket or outdoors clothes other than the shoes.

<--- --- --->

Since I had taken my shoes of, I can go into the living room.

I once more approach the door, lifting up my right hand and extend the palm of my hand. The plaque is curiously warm as if alive. I feel something akin to a handshake, as if I had been shaking hands with someone in a greeting How, why; I have no idea, but leave it as is for now. I could always ponder it later. Or someone may explain this to me, at a convenient opportunity.

The floor is laid with Beech-wood parquet, polished to a highly glossy finish by coating it with crystal-clear Silicone.

Before me, the entire wall is covered with bookshelves, only leaving room for a balcony door and a window on each side.

On my right, I can see a three-seated cinematic sofa and a sofa table. On my left, the entire short wall is covered with a black view screen.

The wall behind me is also covered with bookshelves on my left; while I can see the door to my facilities on the right. Though the rest of this wall is also covered with bookshelves.

“Someone loves books, and expect me to love books as well!” I ponder, chuckling to myself.

“Well, why not?” I consider; “I am supposed to be studying here!” I conclude.

“Should I see the bed room, or the facilities first?” I mumble to myself, before I make up my mind and check the facilities.

The door slides up quietly before me, as I once more place the palm of my right hand onto the plaque. What had I been expecting? Of course this is how it works here.

The floor is laid with a thick layer of white Silicon glistering in the light. The walls had also been coated with the same white silicone, as is the ceiling.

Before me, I have two doors; one to the shower and one to the toilet. Or, so I figure.

Only there is no porcelain throne, in the room. What I see is a very different facility, consisting of two tubes; one intended for my rear, the other intended for my front.

“The Girl's room!” I exclaim, somewhat confused; “but at least, no squat?” I then conclude, somewhat relieved.

“Did I get the wrong suite, or was this a mistake?” I ponder; “Maybe I could ask the Room service?” I ponder.

The white Silicone extends into the Girl's Room and the shower seamlessly. Makes sense

On the far wall in the shower, I find a hexagonal plaque, identical to the one controlling the doors and the lights here.

“High Tech..” I exclaim; “Definitely High Tech!” I conclude.

“Well, so long as it is functional; who am I, to complain?” I ponder.

As my attention returns to the small room before the facilities; I notice the lack of towels and soap. Though there is a dispenser of liquid soap. On the wall, I soon find what the towels had been replaced with.

"Hygienic, and highly convenient!” I mumble, to none in particular.

“Maybe it is time, for me to examine my bed room?” I ponder, as I am leaving the facilities behind.

<--- --- --->

Of course I have a bed, in my bed room; what had I been expecting?

Just as before, the floor is laid with the same Beech-wood parque. However, the walls are laid with dark wood, covered with a four foot tall pink Cherry-wood picket fence.

The bed is to the right, and the wardrobe to the left of the seven by ten foot room. I can see the reflections in the crystal-clear silicon pillow. The quilt is three inch thick, crystal-clear silicon. I also have a mate black Silicone sheet.

“Neat!” I exclaim; “Just a bit on the eccentric side, isn't it?” I ponder.

“Maybe I should take the opportunity, to change into my pajamas?” I ponder; “They do provide me with pajamas too?” I question.

I walk over to the wardrobe, opening the double doors, in order to examine what I had been provided with. I had studied the instructions, before I had left my parents' suite, in order to save myself the embarrassment now.

“Red!!” I exclaim; “Metallic Bloody Red!” I elaborate; as I am looking at the highly glossy garments, I have before me.

Panties, top, gloves, stockings and even a face mask; all the same metallic bloody red and glossy Silicone.

“At least, it looks as if they did get my size right!!” I put forth.

It would have been very embarrassing, if I was forced to go back in order to complain about having the wrong size.

“No point in delaying the inevitable, I can as well change into the pajamas right away!” I ponder; I am supposed to be alone, so it isn't all that bad.

<--- --- --->

Of course, I had opened the door to the wardrobe holding my nighttime clothes, pajamas. Just as I had slipped out of the clothes I had been wearing as I walked over to my suite at the dorm of the school.

I had ignored the note; “for little girls”. Though I had expected them to have classes for me all the same.

Standing nude before the contents of the wardrobe, I pick up a pair of red panties.

“Rarity” the Label reads; “Pajamas Panties” the Subtitle reads; “First Class” the second Subtitle reads.

“Rarity?” I ponder; “Is she the designer, or a local brand of clothes?” I continue, filing the thought for later.

None of the garments had been made out of traditional fabrics, such as Cotton or Silk; but are made out of smooth and glossy Silicone. Well, why not?

The first thing I notice, as I am extracting the panties; is just how elastic the material is, as I am putting them on. I lift up my right foot, slipping it into the panties; slowly slipping it through and put the foot down onto the floor, whereupon I repeat the process with my left foot. With that, I find myself standing comfortably on my feet on the floor.

“Since I want to wear a pajamas, as opposed to be sleeping nude; I have to wear these garments, to bed!” I conclude as I continue to slip into the pajamas garment by garment.

The panties are a bit tighter than I am used to, but otherwise feels fine to wear.; the top is just like the panties, nothing strange once I had already slipped the panties on. Instead of full-length sleeves, I am posed with a pair of full-length gloves, instead I slowly slip them on, right and left I finish changing into the pajamas, as I pick up the matching stockings; full-length toe-stockings.

Once I once more am standing on my own two feet, even if they are coated with the red Silicone; I find myself covered from the neck down, without as much as a midriff bare.

I had ignored the Label and Subtitles. Should I have been worried or disturbed? I could still change my mind, changing back into the clothes I wore as I came here.

<--- --- --->

While it is not all that late, but if I go to bed now; I can be up bright and early, while still being fully ready in the morning.

I close the doors to the wardrobe, with the days' clothes on the floor of the wardrobe; before I am walking over to my bed, folding up the corner of the quilt.

“Squishy..” I ponder, as I am sitting down on the bed; before I slide my feet up onto the bed and in under the quilt, before I lay my head down onto the pillow.

With the garments as a shield, against the unease of nudity; I find myself laying comfortably in my bed, soon dozing off to sleep.

<--- --- --->

A New Day: 3

Author's Note

Mr. Arch Meteor's POV

Ms. Myne's POV

A New Day: 3

As I am waking up, the room is dark. Maybe I had woken up, just a bit earlier than I had been expecting?

A moment after I had woken up and opened my eyes, I notice how the room slowly grows lighter; the light overhead, in the form of LED pin-prick stars brightens.

A Star Scape, as if I had been sleeping directly under the open sky.

As the light goes brighter, I can see details around myself; soon recognizing the room, in which I had gone to bed the night before. Even if it had been a bit early. Hadn't it?

Of course, I had gone to bed early. I had wanted to get an early start, on my stay here.

If I go to bed early, I could go up earlier; rather than going up late, poorly prepared for the new day ahead of me.

If I had read the statement; “School for Little Girls”; but I must have ignored the part stating “for little Girls”.

My head, still resting comfortably on the crystal clear Pillow, just as my body still lie under the crystal clear Quilt. The mate black sheet my body still is resting upon.

I realize, that the quilt lay smooth; exactly where it lay, when I had gone to bed the night before. Curiously enough, it had not moved an inch.

The quilt still refuses to move. I can’t lift my hands up.

A moment later, I realize, I can still move freely under the quilt; but the quilt still refuses to move, leaving me seemingly trapped under the quilt.

However, I do manage to slip my hands out, from under the quilt. From there, I can still fold the corner up against the wall; whereupon I slide my feet out from under the quilt, finding myself sitting comfortably on the bed in which I had been sleeping all night.

<--- --- --->

As I am looking down, I can still see the metallic bloody red pajamas I had slipped into the day before. Only now, it had coloured me as a Girl. Just as the instruction had promised.

Well, but of course it had.

I feel strange, as the realization is hitting home.

My hands and feet had become delicate, my arms and legs slender; just the way you expect, from the little girl I apparently had become overnight.

How long would this last? I had no idea. Maybe I should not care? After all, it is too late to worry about it now.

It isn’t, as if I could turn back into the boy I had been as late, as the night before. Now could I?

Either way, I had been promised I could attend the school; if the promise still holds up, at least I have that to look forwards to.

<--- --- --->

I am walking the short distance, from where I had sat on my bed, all the way over to the doors to my wardrobe. A bit unsure of myself, and a less than comfortable gait. My body had changed, adjusted to the female form of the girl I am now. Every detail, unfamiliar; just different enough, to make it an even greater challenge.

Nothing between my legs, just a small mound representing what I had been turned into; while I do feel an increased weight on my chest, even if it is so small it barely registers. Just enough, to make the point.

“Okay..” I ponder; “I guess this will be an experience, not soon forgotten; an educational experience, even before I had even gotten to class!” I conclude, giggling at myself.

My voice had changed, even if just a little bit. I had not been old enough to sound like a man before, so the changes are minuscule, delicate and decidedly life-changing all the same.

Once I reach the wardrobe, I open the doors to the daytime wears; scanning the interior, for what I am looking forwards to wear for the rest of the day.

Remembering the instructions, I slip out of what I wear; leaving the pajamas on the floor of the wardrobe, before I pick up a pair of Silicone White panties that does appear to be in my size. At least, I hope it is; even if the panties do look just one size too small, even for my diminutive form as the girl I am now.

It is too late, to complain; too late, by far. I can but hope, I can find myself comfortable; for the duration of my studies, and that I can return to be the boy I had been.

How much of my Identity had I pinned on my Sex, my Gender; I guess I had never really thought about it, or taken the time to actually consider it. Maybe that is for the better, now. I could consider that, later; once I had come back from school, and finished what Homework I were to be looking forwards to.

What should have been a hearty chuckle, now a delicate and melodious giggle. I find myself giggling, again and again. It comes easy, natural to me now. Shouldn’t it?

Even with the situation as it is, I still find myself enjoying myself and the situation I had just woken up to; even as new and unfamiliar as it may be to me, right now.

I pretend I will be permitted to attend to the class I had been promised; pinning all my hope on the promise, I had been looking forwards to.

Is it foolish, or childish of me? Well, maybe I am just acting my age? What had you been expecting out of me, I just look forwards to what I had been expecting.

If I am not permitted to participate, or if it is not what I had been expecting; I will be disappointed, thoroughly crushed. But until then, I intend to keep my spirit high.

Do I have a choice? Well, who cares?

As I had extracted the panties, I step into them right and left; pulling them all the way up over my hips, only to afford them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

With satisfaction, I find the panties fitting me quite well; even if they are quite tight, but with a liquid elasticity I had not been expecting.

“These should keep my Privates Private!” I ponder, once more giggling.

Since all the delicate parts had been coated or covered by the smooth surface, that makes up the panties I had chosen; I guess my most private parts had been protected from undue, dirty looks.

I had chosen these panties, from the selection I had been offered. Just as I had chosen to start with the panties; a part of the underwear, on display in what is now my wardrobe for the duration of my stay.

After a moment of further searching, I soon find a matching top; what had been a top by necessity before, still is a top now. Had I been older, but I am still not old enough to have breasts large enough to warrant a brassier. Maybe, just maybe; this is for the better, as it is not putting this issue in my face.

For now, my top is little more than a short shirt, such as I had been wearing before; at least, on informal occasions. The top only reaches down to an inch or two above the lower edge of my rib-cage, but still. It does feel a bit weird. Maybe I can see it as part of the class, a lesson in what it is like to be a girl? I had chosen to take this class, even if I had not been required to do so. I will learn things, I had not been prepared for; things I could never have been prepared for, as the boy I was when I signed up for this class.

In a few years, when I will develop an interest for Girls; I will be very grateful for this experience, as it may help me understand the girl of my interest, like no Boy was intended to.

Why turn down an advantage, I may need in the future; when I have the opportunity, I had chosen to accept before I had realized what I am being given? That would be ill-adviced. Wouldn’t it? Besides; it is still to late, for me to back out of the situation I had placed myself in.

While still unfamiliar, I find I am getting used to the clothes I had before me; they are growing on me, as the expression goes. If it is too late, to turn back; but at least, I start finding myself growing comfortable in my situation.

I had slept on the matter, even if I may have been oblivious of it back then; but maybe it is still making it easier, to get used to this in this manner. I had simply woken up, as the little girl I see in the mirror; preparing for my first day at school, and the first class is almost upon me.

The next item before me, is a pair of matching, Silicone white knee-long toe stockings with a rather effeminate appearance to them.

As I pick up the right stocking, I lift up my foot and slip it into the stocking; finding its liquid elasticity aiding me, as it is eagerly swallowing my foot whole. The inner surface is smooth, as expected; feeling almost as if it had been wet, possibly lubricated. My toes find themselves sliding into place, making for a quite comfortable fit I could not complain about. Now, could I?

“A bit tight, but they do fit me well!” I breathe.

I put my right foot down onto the floor, initially fearing I would slip; but soon find myself standing securely, on the floor. Now I simply repeat the process, only to find myself standing on my own too feet.

No point in complaining, or bemoaning my situation; I still want to go to the school I had been promised, and I distinctly look forwards to learn all they have put before me.

“I guess it is time, to try the skirt on!” I ponder, as I find myself extracting it from within the wardrobe before me.

Just as with the panties, I step into the skirt: right and left, pulling it all the way up over my hips. The skirt hugs my form, just as it is hiding the white panties I had put on. This is a knee-length skirt, or so I had been made to understand; even if I see three inches of skin between the skirt and the stockings I had already slipped on. Or, in? I find myself enjoying the tight skirt I had just slipped into. Its liquid elasticity makes it easy to move, even with the tightness of the skirt I wear in mind.

Curiously enough, the skirt is a deep purple, not quite Lavender; but glossy, a glistering effect applied to it for my girlish sensibilities. Had I been the only one to wear it, as it is in my room; I may have been embarrassed to wear the skirt, but as long as I am not alone I could get used to it. Still, I do feel a light blush coming on, caused by the skirt I wear.

“That was easy..” I ponder; “but I am not quite done, yet!” I continue; “Now I just need to put the blouse on, and I should be ready to go out!” I conclude, giggling, to myself once more.

I find the matching blouse I am looking for, extracting it from within my wardrobe; slipping my right and left hand in through the respective sleeve, in turn. That was easy. But, what had I been expecting? It is just the sleeves of a regular Blouse. Even if this still is the same line of clothes Rarity had been producing for us. A bit tight, but still quite comfortable. Did Rarity intend for us to get used to flaunt and showcase our assets? The once I have not yet developed, that is. Well, I guess I still find it funny; as I find myself giggling, still. In the end, I button the blouse up; all the way from the first button all the way down, to the very last one at the top just under my shin. It had just felt right, so I went with it. I had not pictured the button to be there, to make the point out of leaving it unbuttoned. Shows my age, and just how little I know. Doesn’t it? I don’t mind.

I take a step back from the wardrobe, secure in having concluded the process; before I close the doors to the wardrobe, before I turn my back on the wardrobe and walk up to the door to my living room.

Just as the instruction had stated, I lift up my right hand; extending the palm of the hand onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door. The door slides up, admitting me entrance to my living room; I step into the room, only for the door to slide shut behind me just as I had cleared the threshold. Quietly. I had even failed to notice, that the door had already closed behind me.

<--- --- --->

Before me, I can see Rarity; where she is standing before me, waiting for me to emerge from my bed room.

“Good Morning, Miss Meteor!” she greets me.

“Just call me Myne, please!” I respond.

“Then, by all means; call me Rarity!” she is presenting herself.

“Good Morning, Rarity!” I respond.

<--- --- --->

Accepted

<--- --- --->

Accepted: 4

“Since the presentation is out of the way, Myne; it is time for the announcement, You are accepted to the next class!” Rarity proclaims, causing me to giggle in excitement.

“Thank you, Rarity!” I exclaim; once I had finally managed to get the excitement under control, enough for me to express myself verbally once more.

“You are quite welcome, Myne!” she points out.

<--- --- --->

“Time for breakfast!” she points out; “I hope it isn’t too early for you, Myne; and that you have a good Appetite, by the time we reach the Dining Hall!” she concludes.

“By all means..” I respond, as I turn to the door.

“That’s promising, because you will need to eat well!” she explains, as she is following me.

With that, I am extending my right hand towards the plaque; spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door, only to step out into the cloaking room with Rarity in tow. The door quietly slides shut behind us, just as Rarity had cleared the threshold.

The room is not large, but enough to hold me; with the company of both Rarity, and a few Friends.

Not that I had made any friends here, yet; but I am fairly sure, I would be making a few by the days end. Well, why not? They are all girls, just like me; eager to learn, and looking for a few new friends in the process. Or, at least it is what I had been assuming. You never know.

“Since we are going out, I am expected to wear shoes?” I inquire.

“That would be most appropriate..” she confirms; “but not an absolute requirement!” she continues; “None would complain if you were to step outside your suite barefoot..” she explains; “it is moderately warm outside, as it still is indoors!” she continues; “It will just look better, if you were to wear your shoes when you go out; I guess you could view this, as a part of class!” she finishes.

“I did have a pair of shoes, when I got here; but I can’t seem to find them, so I guess I’ll just wear the once place on my shoe-rack!” I suggest, frantically looking for the shoes I wore as I walked into the suite the other day, finding only a pair of new shoes.

“The shoes you wore, would neither fit nor be fitting for you to wear now; I offer you a pair befitting your style for the duration of your stay, while you will have the old shoes back when you leave!” Rarity explains.

“Oh, yeah; these are boys’ shoes, I can’t show my face wearing them now!” I merely concede, as it occurs to me.

“Exactly!” she confirms; “These should be just right for you to wear, considering your age!” she continues.

I pick up the right shoe, looking at the glossy red material it had been crafted out of, as I prepare to slip my foot into it. Glossy, with the same glittering effect as my blouse and skirt had been given; thus matching my current ensemble perfectly. Of course; trust Rarity to have an Eye for these details; even if I had not known it, or of it prior to her picking me up to guide me to class.

“I really am going to School, as a Little Girl!” I realize; as if it had not been obvious, before.

“Since I had been permitted to go to this School; I will have to be on my best behaviour, as the little girl I am taken for!” I mumble under my breath.

I had not been given a pair of High Heels; but what had I been expecting, I am not old enough for that to be appropriate everyday wear in the first place. Naturally; these shoes had not been lacquered, they are the same Silicone as the rest of my ensemble. Just without the liquid elasticity, mostly.

The shoe eagerly slide onto my foot, swallowing it whole; just as it stays on, quite firmly. If I want to take the shoe on, I will have to make the deliberate effort.

Once I had put on the first shoe, I repeat the process with the left shoe.

“These shoes fit!” I put forth.

“But of course..” she points out; “I could not make you wear ill-fitting shoes, after I deprived you of the once you wore the day before!” she points out.

“Okay..” I respond; “that makes sense!” I continue; “But alas, how could you make the fit this close?” I inquire.

“Remember the Pajamas you wore, all night?” she inquires.

“Uhm, yes!” I respond; “Very comfortable to wear..” I put forth; “but, what about it?” I inquire.

“Since it is responsible for your current appearance..” she suggests; “I have the Exact measurements for you!” she explains.

“Wait, what?” I just gasp, in chock and surprise.

“It only requires for you to wear it while you sleep for eight hours..” she explains; “and the designed appearance will change you into what you are currently looking like!” she points out; Thus permitting you to blend in with your pears and partake in the education you were so eager to sign on for!” she suggests.

“Well, but of course I was eager to sign up for the class..” I point out; “Why wouldn’t I?” I inquire.

“If you were not prepared to be the Girl you are now..” she suggests; “and being seen as a Girl for the duration of the entire duration!” she proposes.

“I guess that is a high price to pay, if you see it like that..” I concede; “but since that wasn’t an issue for me, I guess it is a fair price to pay for what I will learn!” I then declare.

“Since you are interested in what Cheerilee has to teach you..” Rarity points out; “we had better be going!” she declares.

“Yes..” I respond, as I am walking over to the door.

<--- --- --->

The hall outside my suit is exactly as I recall it from the day before. What a Shock!!

I follow Rarity to the door at the end of the hall. She is opening the door, stepping in with me in tow. I enter a small room, with two doors on each wall.

She opens the door straight ahead, leading us to the Dining Hall.

As I follow her in, into the Dining Hall; I can see a group of tables, in the middle of the room. There are booths on the right and left of the room.

Along the far wall opposing the entry through which Rarity had just guided me; I can see small tables, carrying all the options available for our breakfast.

“Looks like the Classical Breakfast Buffet, from what I can see!” I observe, pointing at the tables.

“Exactly!” she puts forth; “the best way to make sure everyone can enjoy their Breakfast!” she explains.

Hamburgers, Pizza Slices, Egg and Bacon, Salads, Eggs, Bread and Butter, and finally the Beverages. Pretty much everything you could have for Breakfast. Just, no Cereals. I could live without these.

She is leading me to one of the booths along the wall. The booth is unoccupied, at the moment; which is fine by me, as I don’t know anyone here. Oh, well; what had I been expecting? I am after all new here, not to mention to the class I had just been accepted.

I am giggling, a jolly smile overtly obvious on my face. What had you been expecting? I am a little girl, who has not yet realized emotions could even be hidden. Just as I had not been forced to learn how, or why one would even want to in the first place.

I may still be a bit tired, in this early morning; but the excitement, of going to the class I had been promised takes the fore. A promise, ready to deliver; is there a better reason, for joy and excitement? If so, I am not sure I want to know. Maybe I am just too young, and inexperienced; to know, and deal with those things.

As we are approaching the booth she had selected; I notice it holds napkins, a miniature spice rack and cutlery stands prepared to serve.

Of course, there are no plates at the table. Why? It isn’t, that we don’t need them. Just that one is to pick up the plate, and select what to eat, at the table where the food is waiting for us.

I eagerly follow Rarity to the tables with the food, pick up a plate and fill it with a selection of food. Naturally, I follow Rarity, just one step behind; taking her lead, selecting samples to try out as I go.

Little Girls come in in Ones, Twos and Threes while I select my samples. More little girls continue to fill up the hall, one booth at the time.

Are these just the Students at this School? If so, this must be a large school; or, so I reason. Not that I mind. Only leaves me with more potential friends to choose from. Wouldn’t it.

Rarity soon leads me back to our booth, where we start eating. Surprisingly good, if I am permitted to say so. But what do I know? I am just a little girl, lacking in experience. Still, I do enjoy what I had been offered here.

When I look at the girls, I notice they wear the same clothes I am wearing. There Blouses, Skirts and shoes glossy and glittering in the light of the room. At least, I am not standing out.

Each booth holding two to six people, mostly girls shaperoned by a single woman.

Of course, first now I notice the light squeaks from every girl moving about in the room. While light, faint; together, it coalesces into what could only be taken for a musical melody. No vocals, at first; just the instrumental harmony. Even when they do speak, I only hear the instrumental harmony of their collective squeaking sounds.

<--- --- --->

First Class: 5

Author's Note

Ms. Myne's POV

First Class: 5

The door to my class room is wide open, inviting me to step right in.

Since I had just concluded my breakfast, I am ready for my first class here. Eager to learn, to make friends and to mingle with the new class mates. All little girls. All dressed just like me. Not quite identical; they are little girls, after all.

A Woman stands at the front of the class, the Teacher. Who else would she be? I have no idea, I am after all knew in the class. Just as I am new to school in general.

As I am stepping into the room; I notice our Teacher's complexion: a deep, dark and well saturated purple. A bit odd? But I guess I could get used to it. At least she stands out, as recognizable in the class. Or in just about any crowd.

Based by Rarity; I could not have been prepared for her complexion, with Rarity being a pristine white hue. Even if I guess Rarity’s complexion may have been a bit light, but still.

The teacher before me: Cheerilee is wearing a Skirt and blouse in a brilliant Silicone white, glossy and pristine befitting her position. Rarity would have accepted nothing less out of her. Well; this is the first day of class, so she has to look her best. At least, it is my impression; even if I am a bit young to have the experience, by which to judge.

She is wearing a bright, metallic bloody red vest, glossy and glittering in the light of the room. I guess the vest would signifying that this is the class for Little Girls, as it had so proudly been stated. Well, that is still stated. Unless the print could have been changed, after the effect? Something, I doubt.

“Had this been a Class for Little Boys, she would have been wearing a blue vest in place of the red one she is currently wearing..” I ponder; “..and I would have been wearing clothes for boys now!” I consider, giggling to myself, albeit quietly.

Naturally; Cheerilee is wearing a pair of thigh high toe-stockings in a matching white. Finally; she is wearing a pair of matching, three inch High Heels in an Equestrian style. The front is rounded, as if she had been standing on Equine Hooves; rather than the pointy tip of Human shoes, hiding her toes.

“Would I look good, in her shoes; when I grow older?” I ponder; “or, at least cute!” I conclude.

“Probably!” I reason, as I am following the development around me.

Cheerilee is standing in front of a large screen, similar to the one I have in my living room; just as it does back home, it does cover the entire wall behind her.

The Teacher’s desk behind her is a frame of inch thick Titanium; while the top is half an inch thick crystal clear Sapphire, I can barely even make out the contours of. The front and the sides are covered with matching Sapphire, in order to box in the space.

I can make out a thirty inch screen before her seat, while I can’t make out the keyboard and other means of controlling it.

Since I am no expert in computers and control devices; I am left with assumptions and guesses.

I can see a set of desks, befitting little girls to place books and other study materials before me; all arranged in a semi circle, focusing on the Teacher before me.

She is pointing at one girl at the time, directing them to take a seat; starting with the seat in the middle, before she continues to the right and left. Right and left, right and left.

After a few girls, she is pointing at me, directing me to take my seat. As I am sitting down; I am looking directly at my teacher, our teacher.

As I am sitting down; I notice the screen before me; aside from the keyboard and mouse, is it.

Well, there is no equipment, lying around; everything had been integrated in the desk, before me.

I see my face on the screen. Under the face, I can clearly read my name: Myne Meteor.

The face, before me; is clearly smiling, in excitement. The Excitement, derived from the prospect of learning.

I place my hands, on the desk before me. The next moment, I can see the system logging me in; initiating the system, as well as preparing the keyboard and mouse. Not that I can see a Physical Keyboard or Mouse on the Desktop, but I can see the outlines of them, lighting up to indicating their location.

“How does this even work?” I ponder; “Looks very High-Tech; but if it helps me, to learn what she has in store for us!” I conclude; there is no point, in continuing the statement, in any event.

Once I am logged in; the screen switches over to focus on my teacher, our teacher: Cheerilee.

I can clearly see her smiling, at us; eager and excited to follow our progress, as we learn everything she stands to offer.

I was under the impression; all I need, other than being a Little Girl; is a reasonable grasp of my English. Granted; she could have separate classes, for girls fluent in other Languages, for all I can see. How many Teachers, do they have at their disposal; just to teach us, in this class? I have no idea. Not sure if I care. But still.

I can clearly see the face of the Teacher, with the name: Cheerilee under. Just a bit of a strange and unusual name, but who am I to judge? I don’t even know her origin, or where she came from.

Of course, I can read her name, in the Roman Alphabet before me. Doesn’t everyone read her name in the same Alphabet? I don’t know. I guess I just made an assumption.

After a moment; I can see the face disappear, replaced by a list of other names and faces. My fellow students? All girls, just like me.

How many had been girls, when they were signed in, at the hotel? I would have to ask them. But would they say anything, but no? I probably would not.

Not so much, that I fear to be thrown out; I had been accepted, I had been promised that I could partake in the class. Still, it would be awkward and embarrassing to confess to have been a Boy now

What if someone had opted to take the class, for the expressed purpose of the chance to be living their lives as girls? I had heard of this, before. I guess it isn’t that alien, after all.

If the price to take the class is to be partaking as a Girl, or to leave years of life behind; would you still choose to sign up? Well, I had.

Is the Age and Gender all the possible reasons, for them to sign up?

Either way; for now, I choose to take everyone at face value. Maybe it is, what is expected out of a Little girl? I am supposed to be Naive and Gullible, after all. While I wasn’t a girl, but I am still the same age as everyone else.

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In Class

<--- --- --->

In Class: 6

“I am Cheerilee, your Teacher!” Cheerilee explains.

“Welcome to the school for Little Girls!” Cheerilee proclaims.

“Greetings, Cheerilee!” I respond, greeting our teacher in chorus with every other girl in class.

“Some of you, would probably refer to me, as your: Home Room Teacher, on the account of the fact; that I will be teaching you in most of the subjects here!” Cheerilee points out.

“While you can read on your own time, at home; I will not give any Home work, in my classes!” she declares; “When you leave class, it is your own free time; I have no right to encroach upon it, it would be teaching you a very bad lesson!” she explains.

“No Home Work?” a girl on my left inquires.

“Exactly!” our Teacher confirms.

“Oh!” a girl on my left exclaims, somewhat bewildered and confused.

“Without Home Work; how are we supposed to learn?” another girl inquires; “Isn’t Home work part of the discipline required to study and learn?” she inquires.

“We do supply you with Substitute Teachers, if you feel you need further assistance or find yourself behind in any class!” Cheerilee informs us.

“So; if I fall behind, I can ask for a Substitute Teacher to assist me in my studies in order to catch up?” I inquire.

“Exactly!” she responds; "For those of you who manage to keep up, I will even offer additional Electives for you to enjoy!” she points out; “You only need to keep up with the Core Subjects, such as English and mathematics, in order to be offered the range of Electives!” she explains.

While she is talking, presenting herself; I clip on my screen, exploring further.

“Yes; English and Mathematics are counted among the Core Subjects!” I ponder; “Beyond the Core Subjects; we have Mandatory and Required Subjects listed!” I notice.

“Wonder what is included in the History!” I ponder, dreaming of exciting stories from our past.

“Geography; is that helping us orienting and locating various items in our region?” I query.

“Gymnastics..” I read; “Running, Swimming,“ I continue; “Team Sports,” I continue; “Gymnastics..” I ponder.

“So, they have split up the larger Subject of Gymnastics; into a group of sub Subjects?” I ponder; “How curious!” I conclude.

“Every subject seems to have a separate Book, even if it may be a digital edition for the subject!” I ponder.

Apparently, Lunch is listed among the mandatory subjects.

“This is a very peculiar school..” I ponder; “but for now, I think I made the right choice; to opt to sign up for this class, regardless of how long I am permitted to study here!” I consider.

If they have Japanese, Russian, Arabic wasn’t exactly out of the Left Field; even if it may have felt a bit early for me to take these as Subjects Jet, maybe I should, just for the sake of it.

“Klingon, Romulan, Elfish, Neigponian, Ponish and Zebrican!” I read, as I am looking deeper into the available Electives I could choose from.

“I heard they did teach Klingon on a University, somewhere; but I had never expected to be able to read it, at any school I were to attend!” I ponder.

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“I am teaching each and every Subject in English..” Cheerilee points out; “but I am fluent in other languages such as Ponish!” she concludes.

“I am qualified to hold the classes in some of these Languages available..” she points out; “and you can always ask for a substitute Teacher, in languages I am not sufficiently Qualified, too!” she points out.

“So; if I want to take a Subject in Japanese, I could still learn everything here?” a Girl named Chihiro inquires.

“Since Japanese is on the list of Languages available, yes; you can have your Subject in Japanese, too..” Cheerilee confirms; “just as every Listed Language is Available to choose from!” she concludes.

“While this is early, for me; but what of Cosmetics and Make-Up, in Japanese?” I ponder, giggling to myself.

“Since this is Queen Chrysalis’ Pony School, for Little girls; does this imply that we will be able to learn how to Ride?” Anna Sheridan inquires.

“We do have a select group of Substitute Teachers for this Subject, yes..” Cheerilee confirms; “so you could most certainly pick up the Elective, in due time!” she concludes.

“Oh, yeah..” I ponder, as I click through the list of Substitute Teachers; “Sassy Saddles, is available for this subject!” I ponder; “Wonder if I could qualify, for this subject..” I ponder; “and if I will be taking this subject, when it becomes available to me!” I conclude.

<--- --- --->

“Every Subject is based on One or more Core-subjects!” Cheerilee explains.

“There is a list of the Core-subjects..” I ponder, “followed by a list of new subjects I can take, based on these Core-subjects!” I conclude; “The further I am advancing, the more interesting subjects I can take..” I ponder; “until I eventually have taken every subject they stand to offer; all assuming, I am staying long enough to learn everything they have to teach!” I realize.

Of course, as a little Girl; I have many Years of study, left to me. Why worry; about how much I can learn, now? What I need to worry about, is if I can stay here, beyond the first week. Or, so I imagine.

For now, I am pushing all Worries aside. Focusing on the Joy of learning all Cheerilee has to offer me for the duration of my stay. Emphasis, on the Class I am currently in. Focus on the Hear and Now. Make the most out of what I have. I have this Class, because I am already here.

If Rarity were kind enough to Guide me to the School, in which I am having this Class; it is because I am permitted to partake in the Class, so I can learn everything Offered here right now.

<--- --- --->

The more I am thinking about it; the more interesting and Exciting the Class in Riding becomes. I want to take the class in Make-Up too, of course. Well, why not?

Is it my Feminine side talking; or is it become more intriguing, while I am contemplating my options?

Several other Subjects are coming to mind; as I am considering my options, naturally. There are Actually Career opportunities in Make-Up, too. Though I guess it is interesting to understand the subject, in order to get closer to the Girl I may choose; if I am returning to be the Arch Meteor I was when my Parents signed up, for the Stay at the Hotel too.

If I am to consider Future Opportunities, I have to consider picking up a few Languages as Early as Possible as well. Whether for a Career, Future Opportunities or just Personal Pleasure; but the line of Study becomes very Exciting to me.

<--- --- --->

Whatever my Career will be, eventually; I will opt to take the Riding, Make-Up and Languages, all the same.

If I will grow into a Beautiful Woman, or a Handsome Man; changes exactly Nothing, in this instance. I want to take these subjects, all the same. At least, it is how I am feeling right now. Maybe I am changing my mind; at some point, later in life.

Maybe I should aim for Physics and Engineering too? I find these options Fascinating and Exciting to me, right now. Even if they may be years ahead of me, as it stands.

Of course; I can as well put an Effort into all the subjects my Future Education will be requiring out of me, as well. I want to preserve the Excitement I have, right now; so that I can be enjoying my Life, when I am free to do as I please.

<--- --- --->

After Class

<--- --- --->

After Class: 7

Cheerilee has just finished of the Class. I can see the Girls walking towards the Exit, and I am tempted to follow them out. I just change my mind; walking up for Cherrilee, our Teacher, with a smile on my face.

Somehow, she knows I am walking up to her; while she is not looking up, continuing with her ‘After Class’ work.

Just as I am stepping up to her, a mere three feet from her Position; does she finally look up at me, smiling genuinely.

“Ah, Myne Meteor..” she pronounces; “what do you have in mind; on your very first Class, in School?” she inquires.

“Just a few Questions!” I respond.

“Ah..” she responds; “okay, ask away; I have a moment available!” she offers.

“I take it, I was Accepted; to partake in your Class, then?” I inquire.

“Yes, Myne..” she responds; “You are a little Girl; thus, you are permitted to take part of my Classes!” she responds, snickering for a moment.

“Oh, yes; I guess I am!” I respond; “I do enjoy the experience, this far..” I put forth; “but how will this affect Me and my Future?” I inquire.

“For the duration of your stay..” she puts forth; “this just enables you to fit in with the Class; so that you can partake, without issues..” she explains; “if or when you choose to leave the class; you will be offered the Opportunity to revert to your male form!” she points out; “However; your Grades and Subjects will follow you, regardless!” she points out; “If you learn something, that is forever part of You; if you achieve Grades, these will be printed on a Document, you can use in order to qualify of further Studies or Future Employment!” she elaborates.

“So, I am attending a Genuine School; where I can learn things and be awarded Grades according to my Results?” I inquire.

“Naturally..” she puts forth; “even if we haven’t had the time to build all that much of a Reputation, in the Academic Society yet..” she explains; “but that will change, over time!” she concludes.

“Could I study Japanese, Russian or Arabic here, too?” I inquire.

“You may choose to pick any Language you choose, as First, Second or Third language; providing you have time for these classes on your Schedule!” Cheerilee promises.

“What if I were to request to take part in: the Klingon, Elfish, Neigponian, or Ponish too?” I inquire.

“You will just have to select the Substitute Teacher for the relevant classes requiring this!” she points out; “You should be able to access all these opportunities, from the comfort of your Suite!” she explains.

“I am curious; about the option to take the classes in Riding and Make-Up, too!” I suggest.

“You are free to join these Classes, this Week; but you will have to choose a Substitute Teacher for these two!” she enlightens me.

“Okay; Thank you, Cheerilee!” I respond, as I turn around and walk out of the Class Room.

<--- --- --->

Since the Class is over, and I have nothing scheduled before Lunch; I choose to go back, to my Suite.

Just as I am reaching the Door out of the Class Room; I am spotting Rarity. She is waiting for me, of course.

“Hi, Myne!” she exclaims, as I step out of the room.

“Hi, Rarity, I respond.

“Since the Class is over, where are you planning to go?” she inquires; “We still have more than one Hour, before Lunch is served; so we do have some time to play around with!” she concludes.

“I was considering to go back to my Suite, where I could look into my Schedule!” I respond.

“Excellent Idea, Myne!” she puts forth, as she is following me towards my Suite.

Walking to my Suite, from Class; soon proved just as easy, as it had been to walk from my suite to the Dining Hall where I had been enjoying my Breakfast. Well; why should this be a Challenge, in the first place?

The walk only takes us a few Minutes, before we are reaching the door to my Suite.

I am extending the palm of my hand and press it onto the Plaque, only to spread my fingers wide in order to open the door; I step into the cloaking room with Rarity in tow, only for the door to slide shut behind her as she had cleared the threshold.

I place my shoes on the shoe-rack and Rarity follows suit. Once my Shoes are resting comfortably on the shoe rack, I place the palm of my hand on the plaque and spread my fingers wide. The door slides up before me and I step into my living-room with Rarity in tow.

<--- --- --->

We walk over to the Sofa, before we sit down. I chose the inner seat, so Rarity takes the outer seat.

“I guess, we can forgo the Tea, since it is in your living room!” Rarity suggests.

I open the armrest and extract myself a Sparkle Cola.

“I guess you could have one, too!” I suggest, offering her to choose her beverage of choice from the given selection.

Granted, the selection is rather limited; but at least I am offering her a drink of her own, as opposed to just ignore her presence. Not as if it would cost me anything, but it is the thought that counts. At least, it is what I had been told; I guess I agree to the statement, though.

“Thank you, Myne!” she responds, as she is extracting a Sparkle Cola of her own.

I watch her uncap her bottle, before she is taking a sip of the fizzy beverage.

After I had taken a sip of my own bottle, I continue towards the object before me. I activate the screen on the wall before us.

I select to write a message to my Parents; explaining how I am doing, before I do anything else. They deserve to know, that I am doing well; before I go on to what I had before me, to make absolutely sure they are not worrying about where I went off to.

.

“Dear Mother and Father, I am doing well; just in case you were wondering!

I was accepted to attend the School, so I had to move to the new Suite at the Dormitory.

My first class was enjoyable enough, and I got to learn quite a few things about what is before me.

Now I am looking forwards to what I have before me; I’m planning for the time here at the school, before I am going to lunch.

Yours sincerely, Arch Meteor”

I forgot to explain, how I am currently a Girl by the name of Myne for the duration of my studies. Maybe I can explain this later, if it comes up and I have the time. Or they had already figured out that the school is for ‘Little Girls’ all along, in which case I am sure they can find my name in any event.

I press “Send” and the message goes to my Parents Suite, for them to read at their own leisure.

If they miss it, maybe it will be forwarded to them; explaining the situation, if this has not been explained to them already.

Of course; all the Core subjects are obligatory and unavoidable, so I just leave them where they are. Just as I keep our Teacher, as the Teacher for these subjects til further notice. Why bother changing things around, before I have a reason to do so? If and when I find a teacher less than satisfactory, I can explore the options available to me.

As planned; I select Japanese, Russian, Arabic, Klingon, Elfish, Neighponian (not the Neiponese, mind you), and Ponish.

“That is quite the spread of Languages..” Rarity supplies, “but if you have a knack for Languages, these should be serving you quite well!” she concludes.

“I want to give it a try, while I have the chance; “I hope I can leave them behind, if this does not work out!” I suggest.

“At least, you are still the Age, where Language should be coming easy to you!” Rarity confirms.

“As a Little Girl; I opt for Gymnastics!” I put forth; “Who knows, it just may serve me later and make the Riding Easier on me too!” I suggest.

“Oh, yes; that is possible, too!” Rarity responds; “I suggest you choose Sassy Saddles, as the Substitute Teacher for your Riding Class!” Rarity suggests.

“I take it, Cheerilee does not teach Riding?” I inquire; “and that you know Sassy Saddles too!” I conclude.

“Cheerilee is Teaching the core Subjects, mostly from behind her desk; that is the kind of subjects she is excelling at, as opposed to more Physical Subjects such as Riding!” Rarity explains; “and yes, I do know Sassy Saddles too!” she confirms.

“Guess I am lucky; having you with me, Rarity; since you know whom to ask for the Subject in question!” I put forth.

I choose Singing, Choir and Vocal Practice. Maybe my feminine side is talking here; but right now, I just could not resist the urge. Of course, maybe I am expecting to meet a few other nice Little Girls in my classes.

Then I end my selection, by applying some extra Mathematics into my collection of Subjects. If I could have squeezed in another class, subject; but this seems to be enough, for my first year.

“You did pick a nice spread of classes, I see!” Rarity puts forth.

“I don’t want to pick up too much, on the first day; regardless of whether I have to drop out after the first week as my Parents leave, or I can continue the entire year!” I conclude.

“Probably for the best!” Rarity responds; “Right now; it probably is for the best, if we head to the Dining Hall!” Rarity points out.

“Yes; I do not wish to miss out on my Lunch, or even be a few minutes late!” I explain.

Since I had finished my Cola, I had already put the bottle away. Rarity had finished hers, too; so that is out of the way.

I raise to my feet, walking over to the door. I am lifting up my right hand and press the palm onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door; only to walk out into the cloaking room with Rarity in tow, before the door is sliding shut behind her as she had cleared the threshold.

Once in the cloaking room, I slip my feet into my shoes, right and left respectively. From there, I am turning towards the door, lifting my right hand up.

<--- --- --->

A Class After Lunch

<--- --- --->

Gymnastics: 9

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I had selected “Gymnastics” as one of my classes, and it had been approved. Not that I had expected it to be denied, but still. Our Teacher: Cheerilee had explained that the chance of having the class denied was next to non-existent, unless I had not been qualified for the class in question.

Since the Gymnastics is a basic class, there is no reason to deny me the class. Naturally.

Once the previous class, just after lunch had concluded; I had left the class, just as all the other girls right along with me.

If one, or some had stayed around; in order to ask a few questions or not, but they had all left after the class had been concluded. Well, why not? What’s the point in staying? We all have classes to attend to. It is after all, why we are here. To study, and to learn.

I had walked over to the changing room, outside the Gymnastics room. The walk is short, just as expected. I had arrived after a few minutes, and well in time for the introduction to my first Gymnastics class.

<--- --- --->

The door is open, and I am stepping right in.

The floor had been laid with an inch of Sapphire Glass, to remain in perfect condition. Otherwise, the room is just as I had been expecting.

Since we are all little girls, there is no worry about anyone seeing us; we are after all little girls, every last one of us. No chance of little boys or men seeing anything; because there are none of them, able to enter this facility in the first place. (Maybe, just maybe; this is one reason, why the school is for little girls exclusively?)

There is nothing new to see, because I can see it all; I just need a mirror and some light. Though I guess; they left my face largely unchanged, aside from the required adjustments based on making me into the little girl I am now. (Why remove our individuality? When it makes it so much easier, to recognize our friends and identify each girl.)

Still; I am so similar; I can use the same clothes, as every other girl in class. Convenient. At least, I think it is. I am fairly sure, the Teachers would agree.

The walls are laid with red Rose wood, though.

I can count ten lockers, all lacquered in a matching Metallic Bloody Red. Numbered from one to five Right and Left. There is no handle or lock, though; but I can see the hand print on each of the locker doors; indicating how I am to open my locker.

Each locker is named and is proudly presenting a picture of the face of the owner of the locker.

“Myne Meteor” I read, on the second locker on the right. (But of course; this is my locker, for as long as I am in the Gymnastics class.)

I am extending my right hand, fingers spread wide; pressing the palm of my hand onto the mate black rubber. Only to feel the cool rubber grip my hand, as it grows warm as the door is unlocked; before it slides right up, before me. With that, I have gained access to my Gymnastics clothes. (Should I have been Shocked, or even Surprised?)

The first I can see inside is the suit I am to wear; Metallic Bloody Red, of course.

“It’s a bit sticky, or even grabby!” I reflect, as I feel the lock accept me.

“Oh, well; this is my locker, so I am accepted to take this class!” I ponder, giggling to myself.

“I will just have to disrobe, before I can slip into my new clothes!” I breathe, in excitement.

<--- --- --->

I am extracting the suit, looking as if it had been a Swim suit; which it may still be quite fitting for, as well. With the suit in my hands, I am stepping into the suit right and left; before I slowly pull the suit up, finally sliding my hands in before I pull the suit up. The liquid elasticity only excites me even further, as I feel the tight material slide up my body; soon finding its position, leaving me with a very comfortable fit.

Next, I am extracting the shoes; looking almost as if they had been Ballet slippers; rather than regular Gymnastics shoes. I find them easy to slip my feet into; almost as if they had just been stockings, albeit just thigh-high as opposed to the full-length stockings I wore here as I entered the room. (Of course; these are not Toe stockings either, though.)

The liquid elasticity remains a constant; these Gymnastics shoes slide up my legs, as they eagerly contract around my toes, feet and legs in the process. I guess I just have to get used to it, even if I don’t want to become blasé about it or feel uncomfortable wearing anything else. I don’t even know, how long I am to stay; so if I get too familiar with these clothes, I would become very uncomfortable if I am forced to wear my regular clothes I wore before I entered this class.

Once I had slipped the shoes on; only the gloves remain, even if these gloves only covers my hands and nothing more. I know these are my gloves, because they fit as if they had been painted onto the skin of my hands. My Suction cups, sensitive Touchpads and nails are perfectly supported as well.

<--- --- --->

As I had slipped into my Gymnastics Uniform, I had closed the door to my locker; before I had walked to the inner door, stepping into the Gymnastics Stadium. Oh, and it is Huge.

Only once I had entered the Stadium, do I realize a few of the girls had already entered; the rest soon drop in, one by one.

They had all been gathered in a corner, to the right of the door; naturally, I do take my place among them. How could I not? I don’t want to stick out, so I have to sit with everyone else. Just as every other girl, I have my long hair flowing down my back, reaching well beyond my shoulders. In any other event, I would have been embarrassed; showing my long hair, flowing freely over my back. Only now, I knew everyone else did the same; so that point had effectively been rendered mote, before I had even entered the room.

Curious, but not every girl is blond; and those who are, appears to be genuine blonds as well. What’s so exciting about blond hair in the first place? I have no idea, but maybe I am just too young and inexperienced, to have a clue in the first place.

I had seen a few with red hair, a few with deep brown and a few with glossy black hair; though I guess, it is at least partially indicative of where they hail from. Not that I overly care, beyond the curiosity, of using it as a clue or cue to go by.

Well; we are after all little girls; dying the hair, just had not quite entered our minds. Or, so I would imagine.

<--- --- --->

The teacher is entering the room, quietly walking up to us; only stopping, slowly observing us for a few minutes. I can but imagine, she has the time.

“Right, and Left!” she exclaims, pointing at where she wants us to orient.

Everyone scrambles, to take the proffered position; now facing the Teacher, as she continues to observe us.

“Greetings, girls..” she pronounces; “and welcome to my Gymnastics class!” she continues.

“Greetings, Teacher!” we all chorus, as one; as we are focusing on the Teacher before us.

“One..” she pronounces, indicating for the first girl to take the position; “two..” she continues; “three..” she adds; “Four..” she points out; “five!” she concludes, pointing out the final positions.

“Now..” she exclaims; “let’s have some fun!” she suggests.

I had taken the seat as the second girl on the right; just as she had directed me to, in the first place. It is the locker, I had been directed to; when I were changing into my Gymnastics suit, of course. Had they chosen to give me this position, on purpose; for any particular reason, or just randomly. I have no idea, but maybe they will be explaining this at some point.

“Right..” she proclaims; “if you would sit on your knees!” she concludes.

“Left..” she proclaims; “if you lay face down, facing your numbered pear!” she concludes; indicating for us how she wants us to position ourselves.

I sit, facing the girl who has her locker opposing me on the left side of the changing room; while she is lying face down, facing me. Am I lucky, or unlucky; to have the position on the right, as opposed to the position of the girl on the left? I have no idea, but I guess it is up to my personal taste, in the end.

Do I want to be first, or do I prefer my companion to explain it to me? She is the one to have the surprise, while I will know what is happening beforehand. On the other rubbery hoof; what if they reverse the order, so that I explain this to her, the next time? Probably.

“Left..” the teacher exclaims; “place your hands under yourself, palms down!” she concludes.

Each of the girls on the left soon do as our teacher had instructed them; while the rest of us, just sit on the right and watch what is to come.

“Left..” she exclaims; “spread your fingers wide, then push down firmly!” she is instructing.

“Squeak!!” is heard, as their suction cups are being engaged, by the suddenly increased pressure applied.

“I guess, I know; what that noise means, on second thought!” I ponder.

Those who do not know, what the noise is suggesting; are to learn it, soon enough. I guess, it is better to have this demonstrated publicly; than wait, and suffer the consequences, in the most inopportune situation possible.

“Left..” she exclaims; “lift up your right hand!” she instructs them.

“Here it comes, here it comes!” I ponder; half by half knowing what is to come, even if I don’t know exactly what will be the result of it.

Each of the girls on the left, trying to lift up their right hand, but to no avail; their hands refuse to lift from the floor, as much as they may try to pull it up. It is exactly what I had been expecting. Not even the girls on the left are overly surprised, on second thought.

I maintain a polite smile, making an effort not to laugh; though I soon notice, how one of the girls on the left can’t hold in her laughter. Since she is the one on the receiving end, it is still acceptable; she permits the rest of the girls on the left to join in and laugh right along with her From there, I join in, with the rest of the girls.

This had been the intent, all along; now she knows, we have been alerted to this possibility.

“Relax..” the teacher is instructing, letting it be known she had intended for us to learn of this before anyone became compromised by the effect.

“Left..” she exclaims; “spread your fingers wide, then push down firmly!” she is instructing.

“Left..” she exclaims; “lift up your left hand!” she instructs them.

Just as before, their hands refuse to let go and one girl is tilting to one side.

The girl starts to giggle, helplessly; finding the situation so amusing, she is collapsing onto the floor. Not that the fall is devastating; but it is a bit embarrassing, from what I can say.

“Right..” the teacher is instructing; “help your companion; release her hands from the floor, so that we can continue class!” she is following up.

Of course, here it comes; she will permit me, to enjoy the same experience, and permit me to get closer to her by having her help me out in turn. While she had not said it, yet; but everyone knows, what is to come.

It is easy for me, to slip in my right index finger under her right hand; only because my hands are not stuck, on the floor. The girl on the left, does not have this luxury; since both her hands, are firmly and irrevocably stuck on the floor under her.

“I am only too happy, to help her out; knowing, she will be doing the same for me!” I ponder.

<--- --- --->

“Time for the warming up..” the teacher points out, indicating for us to start at the corner of the long side of the room; “walk all the way over to the corner..” she explains; “then run to the next corner of the short wall..” she continues; “repeat this, until I say anything!” she concludes.

By the time, she had finished explaining the instructions; we had all gathered in the proffered corner, starting to walk in the direction she had indicated.

While the room may be large; but the walls are not quite as long, as one may have been expecting from the size of the room. With that, we manage to get several laps, around the room, before she is speaking up, once more.

“Since this is Gymnastics; we are looking for more, than just running and speed!” she puts forth, indicating for us to gather in one corner of the room.

“One.. Two.. Three.. Four.. Five..” she exclaims, indicating for us to line up by the numbers; “Right.. Left!” she concludes, indicating for us to be facing one another.

“Right and left..” she exclaims; “I want to see you embrace one another!” she concludes.

While we are new, in class; but since I don’t really know the other girls, I don’t have any preferences. My companion, is as good as any of the girls. Well; I am one of these girls, so it avoids the awkward embarrassment. (Before I had joined this class, I would have found this embarrassing no end.)

Since I had been instructed to embrace the girl before me, I do; soon realize something, since she is wearing the same suit as I am wearing, I feel the slippery and smooth surface under the palms of my hands in the process. I almost squeal in excitement and delight, as the palms of my hands slide over the material covering her entire body.

The palms of my hands soon ends up, over her shoulder blades; exactly where I feel her holding her hands, in the process. Somehow, I sense her excitement; just as I know she could not hide her own excitement, in the process.

“I take it..” I whisper; “you find this suit just as exciting, as I do!” I breathe.

“How did you know?” she inquires; “guilty as charged..” she then breathes.

“What if I were to propose..” I whisper; “this reaction, may be part of the grounds they based the pairings on?” I inquire.

“Wouldn’t that be convenient?” I hear the Teacher; “Would you; or anyone else be shocked, or scandalized; if I were to confirm?” she finally inquires.

The room is quiet, and one could hear the Pin hitting the floor in the opposite corner of the room. (had the pin actually been dropped.)

“If your reaction is anything to go by, I will be enjoying to be paired up with you..” she whispers; “Why would I be scandalized?” she inquires, as response to the teacher’s question.

“Correct..” the teacher responds; “Quite correct, indeed!” she puts forth; “It should be perfectly normal, to embrace one’s Partner or Team Mate!” she concludes.

As she is speaking, I find myself tightening my embrace; only for my Partner to react, by tightening her embrace accordingly. I squeal, inwardly; while I know, my partner feels and reacts the same way. I can’t exactly say, that I mind.

“Slowly, spread your feet outwards..” the teacher is instructing us; “relax, as you continue to spread your feet ever wider; slowly as you reach for the Ninety Degrees!” she concludes.

“Oh.. Oh.. Oh..” I breathe, as I am enjoying the moment; embracing my partner, in the exercise. (Even if I don’t know, what the exercise is intended to do, just yet.)

As I am relaxing, as I had been instructed to; I find it much easier, than I had been expecting. I am still taking it just as slow, as I had been instructed; spreading my feet further and further.

I wait for the next instruction, with each and every other girl in the room; only for the teacher to give the expected instruction, a moment later. She had just waited, for the confirmation; that everyone had managed to complete the previous instruction, before she continues with the next instruction.

“Since you have managed to spread your feet, while maintaining relaxation; continue, by slowly sliding your feet out!” she continues.

“Well; if this instruction isn’t harder, than the previous one were..” I whisper in the ear, of my companion.

“Probably not; even if I don’t know, exactly how far she is expecting us to push our feet out!” she concludes.

“Pretend, that it is just one more inch..” I whisper; “and then another inch..” I continue; “so long as you can remain calm and maintain the relaxation; this shouldn’t be harder, than the first inch!” I propose.

“Oh, yeah; just that one inch, is easy..” she whispers; “so long as I only need to push my feet one inch further, forgetting how far I had already pushed my feet apart; it is just the first one inch, over and over!” she concludes.

I feel her thighs pressed tight against my own, in our embrace; her legs spreading with mine, just that one inch further, as if it had been just that one first inch.

Inch by inch, inch by inch; inch by inch, inch by inch and inch by inch we spread our feet further and further apart.

I almost scream, as I find my rump hitting the floor; still embracing my partner, as if she had been the entire world for me. (Or; as if I had been hanging on to her, for dear life.)

“You know, it really does feel good; holding on to you, in a tight embrace!” I breathe, snickering under my breath, in delight.

“Dare to push further, to see if you can lift your feet up and off of the floor?” the teacher whispers in my ear.

“Well, why not..” I respond; “I have been enjoying this exercise..” I put forth.

“I could see that.” the teacher supplies, giggling quietly to herself, under her breath.

“Sounds like fun..” my companion responds, only urging me on, to continue. (Before, the gravity had done half the job; but now, we will have to lift the entire weight by ourselves, of course.)

Since I had already reached the floor, without apparent effort; I continue, lifting my feet up over the floor.

Inch by inch, inch by inch; inch by inch, inch by inch and inch by inch.

Before I even realized it, I can feel my knees hit my shoulders; just as I realize, the girl I am embracing is experiencing the same. She just giggles, and I am giggling with her.

We share the moment and the victory we had just accomplished together. It is a success, earned together; and thus the joy is shared between the two of us, almost as if we had been one.

“Imagine that..” she breathes, excitedly; “we managed to push all the way!” she concludes.

“What if..” I suggest; “we were trying to bend our knees, and see if we could reach the end?” I inquire.

As easy as it may sound, on first inspection; but this is an entirely different challenge, in our position. Still, we persist. Slowly bending our knees, just a little at the time; little by little, until we can feel the heels of our feet hitting the plump fleshy rump.

“Squeak!!” is heard, just as our heels are hitting our rumps.

Curiously enough, we had not yet fallen over; even without the support, our legs should have been providing. Yet, in this position; our legs had been neatly folded, completely out of the way. (At least; my feet has no Suction cup, or any such fancy details.)

“You did it..” the teacher exclaims; “you really pushed it through, all the way..” she continues; “and you are still standing, without even toppling over!” she concludes.

“Yes..” I breathe; “I guess we did!” my companion concludes.

“Now I just need to see you, untangling yourself..” the teacher points out; “so that you can stand up, with the rest of your class mates!” she concludes.

As I am trying to move my hands, the first realization is hitting home; “Oh.. Oh..!” I breathe.

I may have heard a squeaking noise; but I had not even given it the light of day, or the shade of night, for that matter. I had been busy, distracted. What had you been expecting? Maybe the suit she is wearing, had taken the last of my attention; as I was focused on embracing my companion, as we were pushing our feet apart at the time. (Oh, well; now it is too late, and I can clearly feel my hands being stuck on her back.)

With each pull, I just feel her hands pulling from behind my back. Once, twice, thrice; but to no avail, I am still perfectly stuck. Not that I mind, even if I guess it is a bit embarrassing all the same.

“This is fun..” my companion giggles.

“Yes.. Yes.. Yes..” I breathe, excited by her admission, on top of everything else.

In a different situation, I had been looking forwards to sharing this moment with her; hoping she would like seeing my room, or letting me see hers. Well; maybe I could still enjoy that prospect.

“Myne?” she inquires, as she had seen my name and face on the locker before she entered the Gymnastics class.

“Yes, that is me..” I respond; still distracted by the situation, within which I had just found myself.

“Could you study Neiponian or Ponish with me?” she inquires.

“I could..” I admit; “if you want me to!” I put forth.

“After this..” she breathes; “I would love to share the time with you..” she continues; “and the studies would be the best opening, I could think of!” she admits.

“Megumi, wasn’t it?” I inquire; “you think we could be permitted to share the same booth, for the meals?” I inquire.

“Yes, that is me..” she whispers; “and I think that would be delightful!” she continues.

I slowly straighten my legs, bending my legs further and further back to be able to stand up; while I feel Megumi is following suit, following my movement perfectly, as if we had been the same person.

It had taken me surprisingly long, for me to disentangle myself; but in the process, I had still won the prize. Though I guess; I am sharing the prize, with my new friend: Megumi. (Is there ever a greater prize, than the prize of friendship? {Nope Nope Nope})

<--- --- --->

Megumi

<--- --- --->

Megumi: 10

<--- --- --->

I had enjoyed my Gymnastics class thoroughly, largely thanks to the new friend I made at the class: Myne Meteor. I am not one to complain, and particularly not when it is going my way.

Surprising flexibility, I managed to perform; and with Myne by my side, or is that before me. (I mean, I don’t exactly know her; at least, I did not know her before today.)

I had never cared too much, about flexibility; but I had been enjoying myself, with Myne as my companion. She had obviously been enjoying herself, as well; even if I guess she had been just a bit excitable, there.

Once we had exchanged names, we had become instant best friends. Did I have any friends here? Even if I thought I had friends, back home. Still they are not here; so I can’t be blamed for abandoning them, while I am alone here.

<--- --- --->

I had changed back, to my regular school uniform; the one I had been wearing, outside of our Gymnastics class. Of course; Myne had been there, changing back into her regular school uniform as well.

“This class is fun, but it had never been the same; without you, Myne!” I put forth, as we are stepping out of the changing room.

“Yes, it was..” she responds; “while I can’t expect a new friend, at each class; but so long, as I have one friend at the class!” she puts forth, with a dreamy voice.

“I guess I will see you on the Ponish and Neighponian class, as well, Myne!” I propose.

“I hope so, Megumi!” she responds; “I really do hope so!” she concludes.

Naturally; the Chaperon had been waiting, outside our classroom. Well, what had I been expecting? She had been there, waiting, at the end of each class, as well as following me to the dining hall.

“Hi, Rarity..” I exclaim; “and Rarity..” I then add, as I notice Myne’s Chaperone is also Rarity. (Just not the same Rarity, as my Chaperone.{This is a bit confusing, but I guess I will just have to get used to this here?})

“Hi, Rarity..” Myne exclaims; “and Rarity!” she then continues, greeting my Chaperone as well; but why not.

My Chaperone is supposed to guide and guard me; even if she is permitted to be my friend and soak up all the ambient Love around me, as I am enjoying my time and studies here at the school. (Love is the Prime currency, here; for all the Changelings, managing the Hotel and the School I am attending. {Even if I may be oblivious of this fact.} Still, so long as the business is able to operate, and provide me with the services I had been expecting; who am I to complain? (I really do love my stay, here at the Royal Twilight inn; after all.)

With nothing more than an exchange of glances, between Rarity and Rarity; they lead us towards the destination.

“Nice to see; you made a friend, Megumi!” Rarity exclaims; “Nice to see; you made a new friend, Myne!” Rarity proclaims.

“Thank you, Rarity!” Myne and I chorus, as response; following Rarity and Rarity towards the dining hall.

“I’ve built up quite the appetite, in class..” I put forth, and Myne only nods her head in agreement.

“Since you had Gymnastics, it would have been odd, if you had not built up an appetite!” Rarity suggests, and Rarity just nods.

“First, we were running around the Gymnasium..” Myne explains; “then we were having a flexibility exercise, which ended up very close and enjoyable..” I fill in.

“Oh.. Oh..” Rarity snickers; “You really did get close up and personal, there; making it impossible, not to become close friends!” Rarity suggests.

“Well; we did share a moment; revealing a few personal things..” Myne concedes; “and shared a few interests, and classes!” I put forth.

“Aside from the Gymnastics class; we both have Ponish and Neighponian too!” I supply.

“Oh.. Oh..” Rarity snickers; “that’s quite the mouth-full, right there!” Rarity agrees.

“I did pick up a few Language classes..” Myne concedes, “but it can be so much fun..” she continues; “and I was given the impression; my Ponish could aid me, in my Riding class, too!” she concludes.

“Well; you are riding a Pony in class, and they are bound to be more comfortable speaking Ponish in class!” Rarity explains.

“Oh, yeah..” I respond; “that would make sense, I guess!” I conclude.

“We are Equestrian Ponies, when it comes to it..” Rarity explains; so Ponish is our Native Tongue..” she puts forth; “so it is coming natural to speak Ponish, and in the riding class, more than anywhere else!” she concludes. (Even Changelings would find Ponish the go-to Language, even if they are not Ponies.)

“Uhm, Rarity and Rarity; I assume, you do know the Gymnastics Uniform?” I inquire, just as we are entering the Dining hall.

“I designed it, all the clothes you are wearing here, at the School and at the Hotel!” Rarity concedes; “They are all labeled Rarity, after all!” she explains.

“Oh, yes; so they are!” I respond, Myne chorusing me half a beat later.

“Then, you designed the Riding uniform as well, Rarity?” Myne inquires.

“But of course, Myne!” she responds. (She would have to claim the responsibility for designing these clothes, as long as she is in the guise of Rarity.)

“I guess, that is very reassuring!” I supply; “I have enjoyed the clothes I am currently wearing; so if you designed these clothes, I am bound to enjoy wearing these clothes too!” I put forth.

“Thank you, Megumi..” Rarity responds; “it warms my heart; to learn that you enjoy wearing my clothes, that much!” she puts forth.

“Well; the cut, the design, the materials..” Myne suggests; “they are all to die for!” she points out.

“Someone is enjoying smooth and tight fitting clothes (form hugging)..” Rarity ponders; “makes me want to craft her an exclusive ensemble or two to share with her friends!” Rarity ponders; inspired by the genuine, high praise.

“It pleases me to no end, to hear you say that!” Rarity exclaims, moved to tears.

“I love these clothes, and wearing them is just so comfortable!” Myne points out; “I can only imagine, how much effort you put into the design and crafting each of these garments, for us!” she continues. (Of course; we had spoken only the truth {why bother lying?})

Of course, we did not know; they could read our emotions, as they are feeding on them. Lying is hard, when the one you talk to, knows your emotions.

<--- --- --->

We had just entered the dining hall, accepting the meal on the menu. We are hungry, and eager to enjoy what is offered. (While hungry, the food does come out much more appetizing; but it does not mean, you will eat anything placed before you.)

Since we are attending the first class, we are young; still learning, what food we may be enjoying. On the other rubbery hoof, the cook knows her cooking; preparing a delicious meal is just her, and she does have the very best ingredients to prepare the meal from. She would not even bother touching anything less. (Well, why should she?)

Once we had reached the table; I place the plate on the table before me, ready to dig in. Naturally; I am eager to sample what I had just been presented; the tantalizing scents promising a meal, not to miss out on.

I take the inner seat on one side, Myne taking the seat before me; with Rarity as my Chaperone taking the outer seat, and the other Rarity taking the last seat available. While the likelihood, probability of someone being out to harm us; but they play their role as Chaperone, by the book. Maybe they are teaching us something more, than is openly expressed up front in the process; as they take the outer seats, protecting us with their bodies.

It isn’t, as if I need to leave the table; in order to pick up a second, in any event. If I am more hungry; we will have the helpings and refills brought to the table, no questions asked. (It’s an All Inclusive stay here at the Hotel, after all. {Naturally; this is extended to the school and us children taking these classes too.})

For the meal, a large glass of regular, cool milk is served; intended to promote growth, and a strong and healthy skeleton. It isn’t, as if I could complain; I am not looking forwards to endure any injuries, of course. But who would? I’m here to learn, not to be distracted by pain and recuperation.

The meal largely progresses in quiet contemplation. (Let the food silence your mouth.)

Pinkie is approaching the table. Placing the desired glass or plate on the table; before she is leaving with a smile on her face, as the job is concluded.

If I want a glass of Milk, Water, Juice and such; she is only too happy to bring it to the table.

The empty glasses and plates are slowly stacking up on the side of the table; for Pinkie to fetch.

In the end, the table is occupied by two very full little girls. The meal concludes, as we are quite satisfied with what we had been served.

“I would not mind, being served this again!” I put forth.

“I figured!” Rarity responds, smiling back.

“Time to leave, and go home!” Rarity supplies, snickering.

“Would you mind, if Myne were to follow me home?” I inquire.

“Not at all, Dear!” Rarity responds, nodding her head vigorously in approval.

<--- --- --->

I open the door, and my new friend follows me into the cloaking room; only for our two Chaperons to follow us, before the door slides shut.

“Welcome, Myne; to my dorm room, I hope you will enjoy the stay!” I put forth.

I slowly slip my shoes of, before I am opening the door, to my living room. Myne had slipped her shoes off of her feet, as well, before she is following me further in.

“Would it make any difference; if I were to pick the wrong shoes, when I go home?” Myne ponders. (Of course not, the shoes are identical.)

“Have a seat, Myne; and make yourself comfortable!” I offer.

“Thank you, Megumi!” she responds, as she is walking the short distance to the sofa, plopping down on the inner seat.

I take the other seat, even if I have three seats. Our Chaperons stand by the door, quietly observing us. (For now, their job is to absorb the ambient love, we are radiating.)

The room remains quiet, for a moment longer.

“Would you mind, if I were to play some music?” I inquire.

“Please do, Megumi!” she merely responds.

With that, I activate the system, selecting the music I had in mind.

“Activate” I select, and the music is starting to play.

I had selected classical Japanese music; because I figured it would make me feel right at home, but why not?

“Oh.. Oh..” Myne responds; “I like this!” she then adds.

“Me too..” I respond; “makes me feel at home, and at ease!” I put forth.

“How fitting, to end the day with relaxing music, and a sense of home!” she agrees.

“Thank you, Myne!” I respond.

“I like this music..” Myne is expressing; “even if it may be the first time, I have been listening to it!” she concludes.

“Oh..” I respond; “Okay!” I continue.

“Unless it is just pure luck..” she suggests; “I think we have a rather large selection of music, to choose from!” she puts forth.

“No idea..” I respond; “I haven’t had the time, to explore my option here, just yet!” I concede.

“Neither have I..” she confesses; “but I guess; we have more than enough time, to explore it!” she suggests.

“Yes..” I agree; “I’m assuming; we have a full education to look forwards to, if we choose to accept!” I put forth.

“May.. May I..” she starts; “Uhm, touch your shoulder?” Myne inquires.

“Well, why not?” I suggest; “If we were permitted, during class; “I can but assume, we can do it now too!” I suggest.

Rarity remains quiet, only nodding ascent.

“Oh, well..” Myne mumbles; “here goes..” she breathes, as she is reaching for my shoulder.

“Oh.. Oh..” I stutter, as I feel the touch of her extended index finger; “Yes.. Yes.. Yes..” I whisper.

Somehow; the experience is more intimate, as we are alone together. I find myself breathing hard. I am blushing, and my heart is beating fast.

I find myself looking into her eyes, as we are sharing the moment; just gazing into one-another’s eyes.

I feel her hand on my shoulder, and my hand moves towards her; only to land on her shoulder, momentarily staying there. (It is a moment shared, never to be forgotten; a moment, I will always keep close to my heart.)

A friend made, a friend tied to me. (Could we do this, again?)

<--- --- --->

Good Night, and Sleep Tight

<--- --- --->

A New Day: 12

<--- --- --->

Good Night, and Sleep Tight

<--- --- --->

I had been enjoying my breakfast, quite Royally. Since I am no longer alone, in the company of Myne; everything is so much brighter and more fun, than it had been before I had met her. If it was a chance encounter, but it had been a very fortunate encounter.

It isn’t every day, you make a new friend. Well; I still enjoy her company, looking forwards to many more days with her by my side.

<--- --- --->

I am stepping into our classroom, with Myne just one step behind; while Rarity is staying outside, for the duration of the class. (While this is neither the Ponish, nor the Neiponian class; I am still looking forwards to the class, with Myne by my side.)

Just as expected, it is not Cheerilee waiting for us; as I am stepping into the new classroom, but rather Colouratura. While I guess I could have asked for Cheerilee, holding the class; but this subject is not her forte, so I had opted for another teacher. (In this case; Colouratura.)

Curious, that I was to have this class, as my first class of the day; but I guess that should work just fine, in any case. (I don’t expect to be required to be too alert, either Mentally, or Physically in this class.)

Our teacher had already been in the classroom, waiting for us; she had unlocked the door, fifteen minutes before the class had been opened, in order for us to enter, well in time for class. Well, why not? I guess; I could not quite claim, that I mind. Why? The classroom is open; the teacher calmly sitting behind her desk, preparing for the class. While the class had already been planned, so she only needs to initiate the plan; placing the palms of her hands, on the desk before her. Once she is logged in, the system is initiating the class she had prepared for us.

I can see the teacher, sitting before the class; her name is to read, clearly on the screen before me, before us: “Colouratura”.

I can clearly see her name on the large screen, and once I had logged in, her name is written on my screen as well: “Colouratura”.

While I had known, which class I am attending; but I guess it still is nice to have the final confirmation, all the same.

“Do – Re – Mi – Fa – So – La – Ti – Do” I can read, on my screen. (It is the scale, of course.)

I click the scale, listening to the notes being played, enjoying the sounds as I am listening. (I rather enjoy; listening to the beautiful voice, singing for me.)

She is pronouncing the names of each of the students, and we respond; exclaiming “Present”, as response. (I guess, this should have been expected; even if I had not yet realized, what the purpose is in this particular case.)

As I am watching the screen, I can see each and every one of us delegated to a note on the scale; spreading us out, evenly. Based on the voice, presented; we are given a position, on the scale. While we may be little girls, but the voices are still spread out, as a fairly even spectrum. Based on this spectrum, I am given a seat, grouped on one of these notes.

Once the last of us had been called, it only takes a minute; before everyone of us had been sorted, as a specific note. (I am Re and Myne is the first Do, how curious.)

Once sorted, our seats move in order to place us in the correct position, based on the scale we are assigned to.

“Ah - aah.. Ah – ah - aah.. Ah – ah – ah – aah!” is heard, as the notes are being sung by a voice on our respective speakers; just that the note I am assigned, is playing quieter for me to know where I am.

The notes are played several times over, prompting us to fill in the missing note in our respective scale.

After seven times, the scale quiets down.

“Now; I want to hear all of you, sing the entire scale!” Colouratura pronounces.

“Ah - aah.. Ah – ah - aah.. Ah – ah – ah – aah!” we chorus, along with the voice on the speakers.

The first time, all the notes are loud and clear; but with each consecutive play, the speaker is more and more quiet for us to take over.

“Since you chose this class, with me; this class will be your first class, every day of the week!” Colouratura explains.

“While this scale will be on several of the classes sorted under the group, otherwise referred to as Singing; singing up is always the best way to prepare yourself and your voice before not just singing, but also speaking in general. You may forgo this, if you are just talking quietly to a friend; but if you are to sing, or making a speech; this may change the entire result, improving your performance!” she points out.

“Once you have warmed up, you will be more secure in your vocalizations!” she explains.

“We did this in the Gymnastics too!” I ponder.

“We will be practising this again, and again; today and each day you are here, so that you can improve your vocalization to the limit..” she points out; “so that this is available, any time you may need it!” she concludes.

“Ah -- aah.. Ah – ah -- aah.. Ah – ah – ah –- aah!” we chorus. ({Sorry, the voice refuses to sing these Scales properly; and I have no idea, as to how to fix this!})

Of course, we are repeating the scale, over and over; several more times, and she is even mixing it up for us, to make it more fun. Including singing the scale backwards. (Actually; she even picked up the scale above and below our standard scale.)

Naturally, the class does come to an end; we spill out, walking out of the room. (What had you been expecting?)

<--- --- --->

I had walked out of the classroom, with my friend: Megumi; but I had to split, as she had not opted to take the Riding class I chose.

As I am reaching the class, I notice I have a changing room before me. As opposed to the size of the Gymnastics class; this class only holds four lockers, thus only four little girls can take this class. (Oh, well.)

“I will have to change, into the riding gear; before I can partake, in this class!” I ponder, giggling.

“Basic Riding 101, for beginners..” I ponder; “but of course, I have never had the chance to ride a Horse before!” I conclude.

“Let’s see, what they have prepared for me..” I ponder; “what riding gear have they prepared for me.. us!” I conclude.

I can clearly read the class designation on the door, as I am approaching the changing room. Only need to open the door, to enter.

I lift up my right arm, extending the palm onto the plaque; spreading my fingers wide, in order to open the door. Since this is my class, the door eagerly slides up quietly before me; I step in and the door slides shut behind me, sealing me within the changing room. Granted, I could easily open the door, in order to walk out; if and when I choose to or need to for any reason.

“Myne Meteor” I read, on the first locker on the right; “guess they chose to place me on the right!” I ponder.

I open the door, examining the ensemble, I am to wear; at the riding class, for as long as I may be able to partake. (Of course; I will have to disrobe, before I can slip into the new clothes I had just been offered.) Oh, well. No point in complaining; I had chosen this class, because I want to learn how to ride.

I had already accepted to be a little girl, for the duration of my studies here; what problem would it be, to disrobe before I slip into the riding uniform. (Granted; I had enjoyed to be a little girl, aside from the friends I have already been making here.)

“Kagura” reads the sign on the second locker on the right; “Anna Sheridan” reads the sign on the first locker on my left.

“This should be only too much fun!” I exclaim.

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I slip the panties on, pulling them all the way up; only to afford them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. I continue by slipping the top down over my head; enjoying it slide into place; before I am affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. (Ha ha, it’s expensive; naeh, not really. {That would just be silly, wouldn’t it?})

Of course, the class is in English: even if the teachers are Native Ponish speaking, rather than English. I could not expect Ponies to be Native English speakers, could I? (I could have opted to take the class in Ponish, if I had wanted to; but I haven’t had the time, to have my first class in Ponish yet.)

In place of stockings, I have a pair of full-length Crescent Moon boots; how curious, but it is what I had been given. Apparently; this is the standard riding gear, at this school. How odd.

I slip the mate black boots on, right and left; finding the pleasure and joy of the boots eagerly sliding into place, simply by contracting around my legs. While these boots may be black; the hooves are Metallic Bloody Red, all the same. I can only guess, this is designated to signify that I am a girl. Well, I am; just like everyone else in my class.

With the boots on; I pick up the pants, stepping into them: right and left; pulling them all the way up, only to afford them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. (Sorry, no Skirt; that would not go well with the riding class, as I will be mounting the Pony. {Yes, Pony; not a Horse, because they don’t have Horses.}) Oh, and these pants have neither zipper, nor button. Why would they need either, when these pants slide into place by themselves? The liquid elasticity will keep these pants in place.

I pick up my riding jacket; slipping my arms in right and left; before I zip it up and button it all the way up from the first button, to the last one just under my chin.

There is a vest, I am picking up; slipping my right and left arm in, before I am buttoning it up.

I pick up the right glove, slipping my hand in; enjoying its tightness, as I am pulling it on. Only to repeat the process; by picking up and slipping the left glove on.

Finally, I am picking up my riding helmet; slipping it onto my head, before I am securing it under my chin. Just like everything else; this is a skin-tight, perfect fit. Did they know my measurements? Because this is not just the right size.

While I am changing into my riding gear; Anna and Kagura are entering the room, but I finish changing before I greet them. Naturally; I am permitting them to change, before I say anything.

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“Black pants and jacket..” Anna observes.

“Yes, the vest is white..” Kagura continues.

“And the gloves and hooves are still a fitting, Metallic Bloody Red!” I conclude.

“This should prove to be interesting..” Anna puts forth; “what riding style will they teach us, at this school?” she inquires.

“I could not resist the opportunity..” Kagura exclaims; “when they promised me that I could learn to ride here, at the school; how could I pass it up?” she concludes.

“No idea, Anna..” I respond; “but since this is an All Inclusive, I guess it is just too good, to pass up, Kagura!” I conclude.

“All Inclusive..” Kagura puts forth; “no wonder, my parents could not complain or refuse my entrance to this class!” she concludes.

“Going by the selection of classes; this is just the introduction to riding, we could probably learn both American and Classic riding once we concluded this class!” I suggest.

“Oh, yeah..” Anna concedes; “we have to get to know the ponies, before we can get into the more advanced riding!” she agrees.

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“Since we have all changed, into the appropriate gear; maybe we should go in, to see the Ponies!” Anna suggests, stepping over to the door.

“Clip clop, clip clop, clip clop..” is heard; as we are walking over the hard floor, in the changing room and beyond.

The door eagerly slides up before her, with no effort; and we follow her into the stable, where the Ponies are waiting for us. Naturally; they have since long finished their breakfast; merely waiting for us to arrive, so that they can teach us how to ride. (Why would they leave the Ponies eating, just in time for our class? {That is just mean, and degrading!})

Since we only have four lockers, there is just the four Ponies waiting for us. (Why would there be more than four Ponies, in the first place?) Just curious; all the Ponies are light blue, identical Unicorns.

“Sassy Saddles” the name reads, by the side of the stall.

Since the Ponies had been lined up, prepared for the class; they have stalls, not boxes. The stalls are safer and more convenient, than the boxes could possibly be. Besides; they had never been expected to stand here, for more than a few minutes in the first place. (Private Tutors, in a small group class.)

Why would the beginners’ class be a large group, in the first place? While it may be cheaper, to have one teacher for a larger group; but since the Ponies are the Teachers or tutors, that is irrelevant in any event.

“Uhm, Long Horns!” Anna observes, giggling.

“Yes, I guess they do have pretty long horns!” Kagura agrees.

“Their horns are much longer, than Rarity’s horn!” I conclude.

“I am Sassy Saddles, your Tutor for this class!” the Pony points out.

“Greetings, Sassy Saddles!” we chorus, in response.

“Since you are properly attired, to take part in the class; It is time, we trot over to the Arena!” she informs us.

Since Sassy already wears both the saddle and the halter, she is ready to be led out to the arena.

“I will be teaching you how to ride..” she explains; “but a few details are different, depending on the style of riding..” she continues; “I guess, you could refer to this as: Equestrian riding!” she concludes.

“I guess; that answers my previous question!” Anna observes.

“If you take the place on the right; you can lead your respective Pony out to the Arena!” the teacher explains.

Each of us steps into the stall, on the right of the Pony corresponding with the locker, in the changing room.

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“Attentive students!” the first Sassy exclaims, as she is looking up.

“Ears perking up, firmly; focus forwards, on what they are doing!” the second Sassy agrees.

“Promising; I enjoy their stance, as I can sea that they have chosen to be here..” the third Sassy intones.

“Eager to learn..” the fourth Sassy continues; “ a good sign, for the class..” she elaborates; “I can clearly see, just how eager they are, how they are looking forwards to the class; they want what we have to offer, with all their hearts!” she concludes.

“I feel their warm love, emanating from them; as if they had been furnaces, on a high setting!” the second gushes, eager to perform for the upcoming class.

<--- --- --->

“Curious Ponies..” I exclaim; they look eager, to tutor us the art of riding!” I continue.

“She is already saddled up, so we don’t need to worry about the tack!” Anna confirms, as she is stepping in to her designated Pony.

“This is the beginner’s class..” Kagura suggests; “they figured; if they put the tack on correctly; it will be easier for us, as they show us how the tack should be put on before we enter?” she concludes, with a hint of uncertainty.

“At least; it looks as if they are comfortable, with wearing the tack, the way they are wearing them!” I observe.

Sassy is nodding, in affirmative; as she is hearing this statement, snickering quietly to herself.

With the confirmation, I slowly bend over; examining how her saddle had been secured, under her belly. (Assuming my friends would follow suit, examining the tack of their respective Pony.) I notice how tight the saddle is fitting; leaving just enough to be comfortable, while staying securely on her back. (Even if I am oblivious of the effort, she had placed in the design of her personal saddle.)

Once I had examined her saddle; I focus on her halter, going over every last detail in the hopes of gaining some understanding. She did not protest; clearly comfortable and secure in herself, as I am scrutinizing her halter as well. (Maybe this is not Leather, but still; I can but assume, it is the same material as is used to craft our clothes and equipment as well.)

Once I had concluded the examination, I exclaim; “How are your studies going?” I inquire.

“Done..” Anna puts forth; “just finished examining her tack!” she concludes.

“Me too!” Kagura confirms.

“Are we to mount you now, or lead you out to the Arena?” Anna inquires.

“Technically..” Sassy puts forth; “you could have mounted us now..” she explains; “but since this is a beginner’s class..” she continues; “I have to tell you to lead us out, rather than riding in the stable!” she concludes.

“Then we will lead you out!” Kagura confirms.

center] <--- --- --->

Gymnastics

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Chrysalis, Queen and CEO 1

Author's Note

CEO. Chrysalis's POV

Chrysalis, Queen and CEO 1

I am the Djinnie;
Fulfilling your dreams,
it's what I do.
Now, be grateful for my gift?

Just don't bother me, with any of the details.
You couldn't comprehend?
It's simple, I made the wish my own,
you're just the Pawn!

I am the Demon;
the Destroyer of worlds.
This is what I do,
complaints only feed my fancy!

Are these diametrical opposites, you say?
As we're one and all the same,
the sides of the same coin!

I am; therefore, you suffer.
Isn't that safe convenience?

I am the Muse;
Creator of all your dreams.
Moaning about your Nightmare?
I haven't even started with you yet!

Should I go on?
As I said, I haven't even started yet.
Isn't that the beauty of the tale.
Considering, you just grew a tail?

< --- --- --- >

A Class After Lunch: 8

Lunch had been yummy, and I had enjoyed sharing my lunch with Rarity. As my Chaperone, she is sharing my lunch with me. Even if she is not in the classroom in class. If Rarity’s words are anything to go by, Cheerilee is a good Teacher, who will help us all to Learn and to Grow.

While I do not know these girls, yet, I am going to learn more about them, than their Names and Locations of origin before I leave.

I follow the girls into our class room, taking the seat I had designated to me the first class, before lunch. I take my seat, sitting down; before I am logging in, placing the palms of my hands on the desk before me.

Once I had logged in, I can see the keyboard lighting up, as the screen is activating.

Cheerilee is standing behind her desk, looking out over her class; scanning the face of each little girl in turn, smiling warmly and inviting at us.

“Hello, Students!” Cheerilee exclaims, as she had confirmed that everyone is in class, logged in with the system.

“Hello, Cheerilee!” we chorus, in response.

“Nice to see that everyone is on time, the first class!” she observes, snickering.

Of course, we are all on time; would have been only too embarrassing to be late, on our first class. Wouldn’t it? Considering that I had chosen to be here, in the first place. Not to mention; I had even accepted to be a Little Girl, for the precious privilege to be here. Not that being a Little girl is all that bad, but still. I had not known what it would be like, when I had accepted to become a girl for this class.

Maybe all of them had been born, as Girls; I do not know, or if it matters in the first place.

I had chosen to be here, because I had wanted it all along; not because someone had coerced me, or forced me to go. How Horrible that would have been.

<--- --- --->

I can read the name of my Teacher on the screen: “Cheerilee”.

Just as I can read the names of each of the Little Girls I am sharing my class with. Convenient.

I have a Clock on the upper right corner of my screen; but I can move it to the top or bottom of the screen, just as I could choose if I wanted it on the right or Left side. I keep it where it is, why bother moving it around now? I like the position; just fine, as it is.

“Welcome to the First Year of your Education!” Cheerilee exclaims; as she continues to smile at us, from the front of the class.

It would have been awkward and uncomfortable if she had been in the back of the class.

“I take it, you have at least read the list of subjects; considering what you want to learn, over this upcoming semester!” she suggests.

I was not the only little girl with foresight; most of them had already started to plan ahead. Cheerilee’s Class is not making her into the Shepherd, guiding them through the Labyrinth of learning; but guiding us to learn what we will need, to enjoy a rich life. The Life we all have before us, whether we like it or not.

“Your Life is Yours, to Mold into a Life you can Enjoy and be Proud of!” Cheerilee explains.

“I want to see each and every one of you blossom into Successful, happy and Loving Women as you Graduate here!” she points out.

While she did not mention it; but she did not care if someone were to become a man, or a Pony instead. At least; so long as we were Happy, Loving and Successful in the end. Of course, she did not have to say it. Everyone it is relevant to, would already know it; or would know it when it came up.

“If you haven’t already; place the palms of your hands, on your desk before you!” Cheerilee is instructing us.

I just giggle, as I had already logged into my system.

You could leave the schedule as is, if you so please; you can always adjust it at any time, in order to change anything you feel the need to change..” she puts forth; “butt the later you perform the change; the harder it will be, to correct it to fit you!” she explains.

“Yay, my Japanese has been Approved!” Chihiro exclaims, quietly behind her right hand.

“Oh, a future class-mate!” I ponder, casting her a furtive glance.

“Of course, Chihiro; we do have a Qualified Teacher for your subject; so it is natural to Approve your choice!” Cheerilee suggests; “Not as if we have an Upper, or Lower limit on how many Students it takes to accept the application!” she explains.

“Rest Assured; none will Fail or Drop out due to the Lack of Qualified Teachers!” Cheerilee points out.

“That’s a relief..” Anna ponders; “and I got my Riding Class Approved, too!” she breathes.

“Another Class Mate, I think!” I put forth, casting a glance at Anna Sheridan.

“Oh?” Anna utters; “do I have a fellow class mate, in my riding class?” Anna inquires.

“Yes..” I respond; “so it would appear!” I conclude; “Should be fun, to have someone to share the class with; someone, to share the joy with!” I suggest.

“Yes..” she responds, “and I guess, it could be lonely after a while; if you were the only one, in the class!” she then agrees.

“Since we don’t need to worry, about the Teachers or Ponies; I am sure, we have plenty of fun to look forwards to!” I suggest.

“If you read Ponish, you can even discuss your riding with the Pony!” Anna puts forth, pondering if this could indeed be true.

“We could take the class, and if you enjoy Cheerilee's classes; you could have her, as your teacher..” I respond; “and I am sure to take this chance..” I supply; “if it would look odd with Ponish; could it really be worse than Klingon, even if I know it is a University subject!” I put forth.

“That is quite the interesting comparison; and an objective line of reasoning, building up the conclusion!” Cheerilee considers, snickering to herself; “Maybe she is interested; in a subject on the topic of deeper thinking and reasoning as well, along the line?” she ponders.

“They really do have the coolest subjects available for us, here; even this early, before we have even finished the first class!” Anna proclaims.

“While I did not know, what subjects were available when I signed up; but I will be making the most out of this opportunity, for as long as it is available to me!” I concede.

“I’m choosing a few electives too..” Anna agrees; “would be stupid, to miss this opportunity!” she points out.

<--- --- --->

I had made the effort, of choosing a wide selection of subjects. Well, why not? So long, as I have the time to invest in these subjects.

I had chosen the riding, largely; because it sounds like fun, even if I will have a special opportunity to make a few friends there.

Choosing these Languages, on the first class had been an opportunity I could not turn down; just imagine, how much use I could have with these Languages. A spread of Languages should open up doors to me, doors that would otherwise remain closed, to anyone who had not chosen to learn multiple languages. Of course; it would also offer me the firsthand objective; into various books and other Media, based on grasping the Native Language. Even if I am not Fluid in the Language, I will still see what the Author intended, rather than the adjusted view the filter of the Translation is offering.

It is natural, to me; to choose a special sub-variant of the Gymnastics and Music as well, even if you may argue on the subject of the individual choices.

My choices stand, all the same; I am intending to enjoy these classes, both in class and after I graduate. For now; I am assuming, I will be graduating. Even if I will be making the most out of the time I have here, all the same; enjoying the individual classes, as well as making friends and contacts for the future.

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Gymnastics

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Good Night, and Sleep Tight: 11

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Megumi

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Myne had just left my Dorm Room. (She had touched me, {My shoulder.} and I had touched her. {Her shoulder.} And it had been an electrifying and unforgettable sensation.)

We had been listening to music, together; she had enjoyed the music, I had selected. (I feel even closer to her, now as she had visited me.)

Of course, she had left, a short while ago; I had known it all along, as she had to sleep in her own room. (It isn’t; as if I could blame her, {or Rarity} for it.)

I had enjoyed the moment, for as long as it was to last. I can always see her tomorrow. Maybe, just maybe; I could visit her, in her room; tomorrow?

<--- --- --->

I had just enjoyed a bottle of Sparkle Cola, before I went to bed. Now, I am standing before my wardrobe; the doors wide open, as I had slipped out of my daytime wears. I am tired, sleepy; what had I been expecting, after a long day at school and with my new friend coming over for a visit.

I select the red panties, available to me; these are after all the nighttime panties, part of my uniform. I still enjoy the liquid elasticity of these panties; just as I had, the first time I had slipped into them the first night. (Just as I will be enjoying them, each and every night; for as long as I am to stay at this school, if not longer. {Will I be permitted to take any of my clothes with me, when I finally have to leave; after I have concluded my education, as I am graduating?})

Just as the previous night, and every night; I step into my panties, slowly pulling them all the way up. Only to afford them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. I guess the habit will persist, even though I had realized the garment will find the fit all by themselves. (These panties feel, almost as if they had been painted directly onto my bare skin; while still giving me the impression of applying the pressure of physical panties. {Something I have come to love, above almost everything else.})

As I have let go of my panties, I once more turn my attention towards the wardrobe; extracting the top, slipping it down over my chest. I afford the top a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; in order to achieve the ever-so elusive perfect fit. More out of habit, than an actual need to adjust the fit of the garment. Maybe I just enjoy pulling at it, for the joy of the liquid elasticity. I just can not help it, or myself.

“The Panties and the top combined, looks like I am wearing a one-piece Swim Suit!” I ponder; giggling to myself, as I am enjoying the sense of wearing the uniform they had presented me with; “Well, why not?” I question.

“Time for the stockings!” I breathe, as I am extracting the garments in question.

I step into the right stocking; pulling it all the way up; sliding the foot down, before I can set my foot down comfortably. With that, I am repeating the process; slipping the left stocking on, only to stand comfortably on my seemingly bare feet.

“It is, like wearing a sleeveless cat-suit!” I ponder, giggling to myself.

I am extracting the gloves, slipping my right hand into the glove; pulling it all the way up to my shoulder, feeling it eagerly slide over my skin. The inner surface feels as if lubricated; even if it is coarse and grabby, staying up once I had slipped it on. I repeat the process; slipping the left glove on, before I am affording the gloves a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

The material is contracting, with each tug; sliding over my skin, in the process. The obligatory uniform, for the nighttime is on; but I want to have the entire ensemble. I know I had something more, I could enjoy wearing.

“Oh, there it is..” I ponder, as I am extracting the face-mask, once I had found it.

Of course, it is where I should have known it is; but I will be blaming my tired and sleepy state.

The face mask eagerly slips onto my face, as if it had been looking forwards to cover my face all night. I feel the slippery surface, as it slowly spreads out over my face; covering my skin completely. Once on, it is holding on, as if I had just glued it onto my skin. Well; at least, it will not fall off of my face while I sleep.

If only I had known, exactly what the purpose of wearing the uniform at night is; but since I had not needed to know, I had forgotten to ask. If I had forgotten to ask, they had neglected to explain it to me.

Since I was born as a girl; the suit does not really change all that much, does it?

Should I have asked, should I have worried about it? Well, why bother now, when I had already slipped into it. I enjoy the sensation, elicited by the suit.

I found what appears to be a pair of equine ears, putting them on. Should I have? But still, I had just put them on, just for the fun of it. Though I guess, you could say; that I enjoy the appearance, all the same. With that, I am folding the corner of the quilt up against the wall; before I am slipping in under the quilt, before I fold the quilt down. A moment later, I fall asleep, with my head resting comfortably on the pillow.

<--- --- --->

I grow a little each night, even if the change may be considered insignificant or negligible. You only notice the difference, after weeks and months had past. On the other rubbery hoof, the garments making up the nighttime ensemble is controlling my growth; as they change my appearance, if I am sleeping for a full eight hours. Of course, I will be have the uninterrupted eight hours of sleep, during each and every night.

Exactly what these changes will be, I have no idea. These changes slowly builds up, to the growth and development I am constantly undergoing, as I am growing up into a beautiful woman.

<--- --- --->

As I am waking up, the room is dark; pitch black, and I can’t see a thing. Of course, the light is off; so there is no light to see, and I had not even opened my eyes yet.

I open my eyes, and the light slowly comes on; permitting me to see, as the light grows brighter.

Once the room is illuminated enough, for me to see; I slide my right hand out from under the quilt, before I fold the quilt up against the wall. From there, I slide my feet out from under the quilt; before I am sitting up on the bed, pushing myself forwards. The next moment, I find myself standing up on my own two feet; “thud, thud..” is heard, as my feet hit the floor.

As I am walking over to my wardrobe, almost feeling nude; all I can hear is the pitter-patter of soft feet on the floor, with the spice of light squeaks with each and every move I am making. The walk is not long, just the two or three meters from the side of my bed, over to the door to my wardrobe.

I open the door, only to explore what I have to wear; exactly what I wore yesterday, of course. What had I been expecting. Though these clothes had been adjusted, to the body I have today; after an entire night’s sleep. Of course, I do feel well rested.

Before I can slip into the ensemble, I will have to disrobe. I pull the face-mask off of my face, with practised ease; it is only too eager to let go, after it had performed the job it had been crafted to perform.

Now I am pulling the right and left glove off of my hands; dumping them on the floor of my wardrobe, on top of the face-mask I had just slipped of.

As I had slipped the gloves off of me, I can see my skin; a light tan, just as I should have been expecting. Why should my skin-tone change, during the night in the first place? Though I guess my nails had grown a millimeter in length and just a little bit thicker than the day before. All according to the design I had accepted to put on. Well, not a real difference, to me; I still enjoy what I am and what I look like. My hands look, exactly as they had the day before; at least, as far as I can see. I will need several days, in order to see any difference at all.

With the gloves on top of the pile of used clothes, I continue disrobing; pulling my stockings off of my feet, right and left. (With each garment removed, I have less and less squeaking noises accompanying my movements)

Now I am pulling the top up, over my head; before I am depositing it, onto the top of the pile of used clothes I had been wearing all night.

“Almost done, almost done..” I ponder; “then I can start putting on the clothes for a new day, so that I can go out and have my breakfast and see my friends!” I conclude.

I pull my panties down, slipping them of; kicking them up, only to place them onto the top of the pile. There, finally; now I can start to put my clothes on.

<--- --- --->

With the uniform on, I close the door to the wardrobe, before I turn and walk over to the door out of my bed room. (Of course; now the squeaking noises are back with a vengeance, but I don’t mind since I enjoy hearing them.)

As I am reaching the door, I am lifting up my right hand; extending the palm onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide. I feel the slippery and warm, rubbery surface under the palm of my hand.

While I am opening the door, to my living room; I feel the glossy black rubber sticking to the palm of my hand, almost as if it had been a genuinely warm handshake greeting me.

The door is sliding up, before me; before I am pulling my hand back and walk out the door, ending up in my living room.

“Good morning, Megumi!” Rarity is exclaiming, as she is greeting me.

“Good morning, Rarity, I respond in kind, as I greet my Chaperone.

“I take it, you slept well!” she inquires.

“Yes, Rarity; thank you for asking, I did indeed sleep very well, all night!” I respond.

“It warms my heart, to hear that..” she responds, now looking at me.

“What is it, Rarity?” I inquire.

“I believe you forgot, to take these ears of..” she responds, as she is taking a step forwards; “would have been embarrassing, to show yourself; still wearing a part of your pajamas?” she inquires, as she is pulling the ears off of my head.

“Oh, yes..” I respond; “thank you for noticing, Rarity!” I conclude.

She is pocketing the ears, smiling at me; happy, she could help me avoid the embarrassment I would otherwise have suffered.

“I assume, you are hungry; ready to have your breakfast and see your new friend?” she inquires.

“Yes, Rarity!” I respond.

With that, she is walking up to the door; opening it as I am following her out to my cloaking room. I slip my shoes on, before she is opening the door out of my suite; I eagerly follow her out, before the door is sliding shut behind me.

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A New Day

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