Pinkie Pie's Changing Booth at Rarity's Boutique

Chapters

Barely used Latex Cat-Suit for Sale: 3
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Enter the Chang(el)ing Booth: 2
The Cat: 4
Siblings, Siblings: 5

Barely used Latex Cat-Suit for Sale: 3

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“Barely used, Latex Cat-Suit” I read the header of the add in the stream.

“Sounds interesting..” I ponder; “should I explore the option, purchasing this item?” I ponder, as I am reading through the details describing the item of my interest.

“I have always been looking for a Latex Cat-Suit!” I ponder, as I am reading through the details, once over.

These measurements, if correct; are eerily close to describing my figure, in the first place.

The realization is hitting me hard, leaving me reeling; somehow, I just have to have this suit, in order to try it on. (The girl has me, right there; I know it, but I still can not help myself!)

I end up, clicking the “Purchase” button, before I had managed to recover fully from the blow of my realization. There is no turning back, now. The suit is bought and paid for, it’s mine. The only thing between me, and the suit; is the delivery date, the suit already on its way over to me.

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I just can not get the suit out of my mind.

I feel weird. The suit is travelling over, as if it had been a long awaited friend; a friend, whom I had not seen for ages.

Now, I just hope the suit is Genuine, and that is actually crafted out of Quality Latex; not a cheap replacement material, such as the so common Fake leather or Plastic.

If it is genuine, I am prepared to pay happily; if it isn’t what is presented, I will be very disappointed.

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Since the package had already been paid, it is delivered directly to my door; waiting for me, as I wake up. No surprise, it is the day I had been promised the delivery were to arrive.

I had opted to have the package, delivered to my door; just as I had accepted to pay, directly on confirmation of my order.

So long, as you can trust the people on the other end..

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I find the brownish beige cardboard box laying by the door. The name is clearly marked to be belonging to me; so picking it up and carrying it to the table is the option, I choose.

Of course, they had opted for this bland colour of the package; as not to stick out, marking me for any undue attention. Most deliveries come in this bland hue, for this very reason. (An official standard for mail packages shipped in this manner!)

I break the seal, gaining access to its content; finding a second box, under the shipping manifest declaring the content delivered to my person. (Yes, my name is actually spelled out correctly on this document as well.)

“List of Content” I read.

“1 (One) Shipping manifest” the manifest reads.

“1 (One) Full-body Latex Cat-Suit” the manifest concludes.

“Oh kay..” I breathe; “the suit I had ordered, should be contained within this inner box!” I conclude.

“A Cat-Suit..” I ponder; “is a somewhat lose and rather poorly defined term” I know; “but the images is suggesting it should be living up to my expectations!” I conclude. (The Item had been presented, with a series of images; depicting the suit contained within the box, describing it in all its glory.)

“Maybe, I should be inspecting this suit in the Privacy of my own bed room?” I ponder.

I slip the content of the outer package back into the box; before I raise to my feet with the box in hand, before I walk to my bed room. (Of course, the blinders are down and firmly shut!)

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I had just closed the door to my room, breathing rather heavily in excitement and breathless anticipation. (It isn’t, as if I had been ordering special items before!)

A moment later, I place the package onto my desk; extracting the inner box, ignoring the manifest for the obvious reason. (This manifest is only declaring the content of the box, it isn’t the content of the box.)

Once I have the inner box resting safely on the tabletop of my desk; I break the seal, in order to examine what I had ordered.

I can clearly see the slippery, smooth black latex inside; even before I slip my hands in into the box, pulling its content out into the light in my room. (Carefully dimmed down; in order to make it hard for others to see what I am doing, aside from the intimate atmosphere the low light setting is offering me.)

With breathless anticipation, I pull the suit up and out of the box that had contained it. Up until now, that is. I feel the thick Latex in my hands, as I am holding up the suit before me; almost as if she had been a Person, I am holding in reverence.

I can clearly see each and every detail, even if not quite as clearly; due to the low light setting, I had invoked. Well, why not? It is the long sought item I had been looking forwards to have in my possession. Now, finally; this one suit is mine, to wear as I please. Any time I so please.

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“Full Body, is right!” I gasp, in stark realization, as I am examining the suit; exploring its visage, with my eyes wide open.

“Neither seams, nor zippers..” I breathe; “and it does indeed cover the entire body completely..” I continue; “both hands and feet, not even the tips of the fingers or toes exposed to the air!” I conclude.

“Who owned this suit..” I ponder; “and why did she choose to give it up and sell it in the first place?” I question; knowing full well, there is no answer short of asking the girl who sold it.

Either way, now it is mine. I bought and paid for it. The deal is final. I will not give her up, even if the girl chose to try to reverse the deal. Well, why should I?

I gaze at the newly purchased suit in my hands for a long moment.

Only once my eyes had had their share of the suit, could I even consider moving further. Even if I know I could examine the suit, once I had slipped into it. Her. (This suit is clearly female, effeminate; going by both the visage, and the aura I can sense exuded by the suit in my hands.)

“Only one entrance..” I breathe; “and it is quite tight and restricting!” I conclude. (Corsets included in the suit, even if it had not been declared.)

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With the suit still in my hands, I turn her away; in order for me to be able to slip into her, so that I can finally enjoy wearing her.

I lower the suit down to the floor, seeing her slowly fold up over and over. Finally, I slip my right foot into the entrance, the neck; feeling her eagerly swallowing my foot as I lower my foot, with delicate care. (I had had a long, warm shower; carefully lubricated my body with a Latex-Friendly lubrication {Water-based, not oil-base since it is known to degrade Latex over time} She had not been declared to be oil proof, so I will act as if I knew she wasn’t!)

While I had indeed lubricated my skin, carefully; but the inner surface of the suit feels and acts much smoother and slipperier than I could have been expecting. I had not anticipated it, even if I am deeply grateful for what I had been given. (Granted.)

I feel the smooth surface sliding up my leg, as the suit slowly covers me skin: inch by inch, until I finally find myself standing on my own two feet once more. I repeat the process of inserting my left foot into the suit; soon finding the suit covering me up to my waist.

Tight, just as I had been expecting. Maybe, just maybe; it is actually tighter, than I could have been prepared for.

I can clearly see my toes, feet and legs all the way up; each and every detail revealed, in all the glory I could have imagined. (And then, some.)

“Are these truly my feet?” I question; as I am looking down at my latex coated feet, in stunned surprise. (Of course they are; it’s just the suit playing tricks on me, leaving me with an altered visage based on the suits original design.)

“Whomever the girl who owned this suit..” I ponder; “must have been beautiful beyond words!” I conclude.

After a moment, I continue to pull the suit up further; before I slip my hands in right and left. Stretching my hands up towards the ceiling, in order to make the suit slide all the way up.

In the process, I soon find myself coated with the black latex from the neck down. (Only my face is still bare.)

“Oh.. kay..” I breathe; “I guess this is stretching the definition of Cat Suit a bit beyond what I had been expecting..” I conclude; “or, even; beyond what I can be fully comfortable with!” I soon add, in stark realization.

Still, the suit still does leave my face bare.

“Unless..” I ponder, taken aback; “Cat-Suit actually refers to a Suit in the shape of an actual Cat?” I gasp, after a moment.

With the realization out of the way, I soon realize that I actually do have a tail. (A Cat tail, that is.) Well, how utterly unexpected.

“This suit truly is Amazing..” I ponder; “Incredible, is the word coming to mind!” I conclude.

“If I have a Cat tail, can I be a cat; even if I still is in the size of the Human, I am?” I ponder.

The next instant, I feel an urge to lean over; to stand on all fours, like a genuine quadruped cat should. As I lean over, I notice my hands changing; adapting to the paws of the Cat I had been turned into, in the process. Naturally; my feet had gone through the same transformation, leaving me to stand on all fours naturally.

“At least, I do not shrink to the size of the House Cat I look like!” I ponder, still remaining the same size as before. (Preservation of mass could not be ignored or bypassed with this suit!)

“Good thing, I left the room rather dark..” I ponder, as I realize that my eyes had been adjusted in the process.

“Am I still a Human?” I ponder; “While I love the suit; but I still want to be Human, able to do everything I could do before!” I conclude.

My body does not change back into Human form, automatically; I will have to will myself back, to the girl I had been. With an effort, and focus, I still can make my hand look like it had before the changes had claimed me. Maybe I could still be the girl I had been. But, how much of an effort will it take me, and how long could I maintain it? I do not know. I don’t even want to consider it. Still, I still do love the suit I am wearing all the same.

“Do I have to slip out of this suit?” I ponder; “Because I really do not want to!” I conclude. (Was it even possible, for me; to slip out of this suit now?)

I love how the suit feels, how it is making me feel. If I could wear my regular, mundane civil clothes over the suit when I go out; feeling the pressure of the suit constricting me, while I can walk among the people as if I had been one of them would have been ideal. As if I had been one of them, as if I had changed into a Cat; rather than the Human, I am still identifying myself as. (I am still a Human, am I not?)

When I am looking at my hand, turned into a paw; I wonder if the suit is magical by any means, even if I don’t believe in Magic. I have seen no indication, to the effect of magic existing; just as I had been taught, magic is an illusion. But if Magic is not real; how can my hand turn into a Cat’s paw, in the first place? This can not be reconciled.

I could never affect even the smallest, most insignificant change to my own body before; so why can I turn myself into a Cat now? Even if I have a black Latex Skin in place of the fur I had been expected for a Cat. (Don’t mention it, don’t Jinx yourself; I want to have the black Latex for my skin, not a Cat’s fur!)

The only time I want the cat’s Fur, is for Halloween; if and when I choose to be the Witches’ Familiar at the time. Why would I do that, in the first place? Even if it would be a great effect, to scare people in a most timely and thematic style.

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I end up, jumping up onto my own bed; curling up into a ball, resting.

The light had proven to be just right; I need but close my eyes, as I rest on my bed.

On the other rubbery paw; just how much could I see in the dark, if I wear this suit and appear in the Feline form? Should I consider it, or investigate this further? I choose to ignore this, for the moment.

Maybe, just maybe; I could consider this, at a later time. Just to make sure, I know; for when it could prove useful, in the future.

But, right now; I find it far too cozy, to just curl up in a ball (Of Rubber and fur, but why not?). It isn’t, as if I had anything better to do right now? Is there?? (I think not.. Exactly; I don’t think: I have anything I have to do, right now!)

Just like a Cat, I doze off. (Just like the cat, the Suit is making me out to be.)

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Untold time later, I slowly wake up; still curled up in a ball, in a rather cat-like manner.

I find myself surprisingly comfortable, in the position I am finding myself in. (Not to say; that the bed is hard, or otherwise uncomfortable.)

As I lay, lazily on the bed; curled up and stretch my legs I hear a voice from outside my door.

The door slides up, and my sister is entering my room; quietly, but stops dead in her tracks in confusion.

“I may have known, that you liked to be a Cat..” she finally mouths; “but this?” she inquires.

“I bought a (Latex) Cat-Suit on-line..” I blurt out; “and tried it on..” I continue; “it feels great!” I conclude.

“You bought a Cat-suit..” she puts forth; “on-line?” she inquires, almost stumbling on her words.

“I am wearing it, right now!” I explain.

“I don’t think..” she supplies; “that is what one usually refers to; as a Cat-Suit..” she points out.

“The suit covers my body, arms and legs; thus, a Cat-Suit!” I suggest.

“Yes..” she responds; “but it does not make you look like a Cat, while wearing it!” she protests.

“Wait.. what..” I respond;”it doesn’t?” I inquire. (It is after all, what this cat-suit is doing for me.)

“You CAN still stand up?” she inquires.

“Uhm..” I put forth; “Yes!” I finally confirm.

With that, I launch myself at her; stretching my body, as I focus on my Human form in the process.

She yelps, as I throw myself at her, in a warm embrace, hugging her tightly.

“Of course, I can stand up!” I finally point out.

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Pass: - "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

The Cat

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Enter the Chang(el)ing Booth: 2

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Prologue

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I had just entered Rarity’s boutique, walking around in the room; browsing her wears, in the hopes of finding something special that just spoke to me. You know, the item that just clicked, with you; the one item you just had to have, in order to complete your person.

Well, at first; I really found nothing, prepared to face Rarity in order to ask her for some advice. At first, that is; then I stumble into the ‘Changing Booth’ in the back of the store.

At first, I had seen little more than the frame; with some manner of privacy screen, preventing others to see me inside as I try out the latest garment.

As I move closer, I soon notice; it had just been mounted directly onto what appears to be a thin wall, leading nowhere. Just as when I peak inside, I still see what appears to be quite the spacious room inside.

“Maybe I should be looking inside, just to see what she had had installed here, all the way in the back of her boutique?” I ponder; “or, I could ask her about it!” I put forth.

With that, I end up stepping right into the changing booth; before I have more time, procrastinating. No time like the present, and I most certainly do have no time for procrastinating right now. I’m not even in the mood for it, right now. (As if I ever were in the mood for procrastinating, in the first place.)

At first, there is nothing to it; but then I realize that I am perfectly nude, with all the clothes I wore hanging on the left wall. Strange. How did this even happen?

On my right, I find a large screen, with images and text; waiting for me to explore. The image squarely up in the center, is an outline of me, my figure. (I can clearly see, that this is an image of me; even if it is only an outline.)

“Individual garments” I read; “Ensemble” the next header reads; “Costume” the third header reads; “Other – Please specify” the final header supplies.

“Maybe, just maybe; I should be trying out a costume..” I ponder, giggling.

“Theatre” the first option reads; “Mascot” the second option reads; “Suit” the third option reads; “Furry” the third option reads; “Role Play” the fourth option reads; “Uniform” the fifth option reads; “Pet” the sixth option reads; "Dungeon” the seventh option reads; “Other - Please specify!” the eighth option reads.

“Maybe I should be going, with the Pet option?” I inquire, pushing the option on the screen.

“Leather” the first option reads; “Latex” the second option reads; “Rubber” the third option reads; “Silicone” the fourth option reads; “Plastic/Polymer-fiber” the fifth option reads; “Other – Please specify!” the final option reads. (These are her very Personal reasons, for the Choice she made; it’s by no means intended, to judge anyone who would have made a different choice here!)

“I don’t like Leather and I am allergic to Latex and Rubber..” I ponder; "maybe I could go with the Silicone, option..” I continue; “because I don’t quite like the sound of Plastic either..” I continue; “it just feels so artificial and dead, to me!” I conclude.

With that, I click on the “Silicone” option, waiting for the next option to choose.

“House Pet” the first option reads; “Domesticated Work Animal” the second option reads; “Wild” the third option reads, “Beast” the fourth option reads; “Fantasy” the fifth option reads; “Other – Please specify!” the final option reads.

I click on the option; “House Pet” and type “Cat” in the field intended to specify which house pet I was desiring.

“Pet” the first option reads; “Anthropomorphic” the second option reads; “Cat Girl” the third option reads; "Layered Playful Cat Suit!” the fourth option reads; “Neko” the final option reads.

I click the option; “Layered Playful Cat Suit”. (I just feel like being a bit playful, right now; thus this option simply plays into my hands.) (Or, is it paws here?)

“Selection complete!” I hear, while I can read it on the screen before me.

“Time to try the suit on: ‘Layered Playful Cat Suit’, press the button, in order to initiate!” the voice announces, as I read the text on the screen.

I press the button, a moment later, just as it had started to flash in green. The next moment, I am offered a pair of skin-tight glistering black panties with a hint of glitter to them.

I eagerly accept the proffered panties; stepping into them left and right, before I am pulling them all the way up. I soon feel the liquid elasticity, as I am pulling the panties up over my knees.

I only afford the panties a few tentative tugs, in order to achieve the ever-so elusive perfect fit: once, twice and thrice. As I am finally letting go of the panties, they slowly start to melt into my skin and fuse with my flesh; before I had even realized it. This is, when I am receiving the matching top. "B Cup"; it is marked. (No other labels or subtitles.)

As I am accepting the proffered garment, I slip it down over my head; only to once more find myself exposed to its liquid elasticity, making it only too easy to slip the top on as intended.

Now I look up, only to notice how the outline of my figure has started to take on definition, based on the Panties and top I had slipped on. (How curious.)

What I had not noticed, is the Anal and Vaginal tube inserting themselves in their respective orifice; though I also have a tube inserting itself into my belly button, as if it had been an orifice in the first place. (Maybe the tube is ignoring this, pretending it still is a viable orifice; acting as if it had been, forcing my belly button to be one for the duration of its insertion.)

Just as I had experienced the garments’ liquid elasticity, I soon experience how the garments gradually contract around my skin in the process.

“Beeep” is heard, and the button is once more flashing, in order to alert me to the next garment to be offered.

I am eagerly accepting the garment: a full-body Cat Suit, as it were. (This suit is intended to cover my skin, from the neck down.)

After a moment of consideration, I step into the suit with my right foot first; inserting my foot through the entrance in the tight neck, but where else, when it clearly is the only opening. (Oh, well; if this is the only provided option, I am bound to use it unless I am prepared to turn the suit down.) I soon feel the inner surface of the suit, smooth and slippery wet as if it had been lubricated. My foot is slipping in only too easily, as if the suit actively had been assisting me to put the suit on. Or, as if it had been swallowing me whole? As my toes are reaching the crouch of the suit, the suit eagerly guides my foot into the correct opening and further down; all the way down, only for my toes to stop in their respective positions as intended. I pull the suit all the way up to my waist, effortlessly; before I am lifting my left foot up, inserting it into the suit and thus repeat the process. A moment later, I find myself standing on my own two feet with the suit all the way up to my fairly narrow waist.

I pull the suit up a bit further, before I am slipping my right hand in into the suit; slowly slipping the hand all the way down, only to realize that the hand had slipped in into the correct position. I repeat the process of inserting my left hand, raising my hands up towards the ceiling; only for the suit to slide up my chest, all the way up to my chin before I had even realized what was happening.

“Huh?” I exclaim, in a somewhat muffled voice.

The suit is the same black, as the Panties and Top; including the high gloss and glitter covering these garments.

As I am looking at the screen, once more; I can see the effect of the Cat Suit, as the image has taken on more substance than it had before I had slipped into it.

Once more, I can feel the tubes being inserted into my respective orifice: Belly Button, Vagina and Anal in turn. As the tubes insert themselves; I find myself growing wet, exactly as far as the tube had reached at the given instant.

The suit is bonding to my skin, fusing to my flesh in the same instant.

“Beeep” is heard, and the button is once more flashing, in order to alert me to the next garment to be offered.

I am eagerly accepting the garments. The first garment is a Waist Corset in the same material and hue as the previous proffered garments, I had already slipped on.

“How curious!” I ponder, giggling to myself, as I am considering the possible purposes and ramifications implied by the inclusion of such a garment in this ensemble.

Why is a Corset even included, not to mention; actually required, in the first place. On that note; this corset has no strings to be tightened manually, so the suit had to be restrictive in and of itself. (Curious, curious indeed.)

Either way; I step into the garment right and left, before I am pulling it all the way up as I imagine it had been intended to. As I am affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; I feel its effect as it is tightening up around my waist, before it starts to bend me over towards what could only be a quadruped stance. (Well, I had chosen this Cat Suit; maybe I should have been expecting this?)

I feel the distinct effect of my tubes being inserted; before I manage to accept the Neck Corset. Once I had accepted the proffered garment; I pull it down over my head, slowly pulling it all the way down. As the Corset is approaching its intended position; I feel how it is contracting around my neck, lifting my head up to the correct position for the quadruped I am intended to be, as a Cat.

First now; I realize that the top is supporting my breasts, my bust eagerly. Incidentally; I finally notice how it had also adjusted my Nipples; Nibbles to stand up erect, stiff. My Nibbles has become quite sensitive, if and when stimulated by even the slightest touch.

“Oh.. Oh.. Oh..” I breathe, in short but intense gasps; with each touch.

Once I had afforded the Corset a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; it bonds to my skin and fuses with my flesh. Just one small step closer to become the Cat I had given the Changing Booth the impression I desire to become.

“On Screen Commands, only” I read on the screen; it will ignore any Vocal Commands at this stage, how convenient.

“Beeep” is heard, and the button is once more flashing, in order to alert me to the next garment to be offered.

I am eagerly accepting the proffered garments: a pair of full-length toe-stockings in the same black hue, as the suit I am currently wearing. I lift up my right foot, slipping it into the stocking; pulling it down, only for the stocking to swallow it eagerly. I soon find my toes sliding into place, as intended; pulling the stocking all the way up, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. Now I am setting my foot down, momentarily standing on my own two feet; before I am repeating the process, putting the second stocking on.

A pair of matching gloves are presented to me, and I eagerly accept the proffered garments; slipping my right hand into the first glove, pulling it all the way up. I afford the glove a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; before I am repeating the process, slipping my left hand into the second glove.

Once I had finally slipped the last glove on; I soon realize that these garments further impose the stance of the quadruped Cat, the Changing Booth is convinced I desire to become. (Nothing to do about that, now; but slip into the ensemble garment by garment, until I had gone through the process.)

“Ow.. Ow..” I ponder, as I slowly realize what this suit, these garments are doing to me; as I slowly become the Cat, garment by garment.

While my vocal cords still are intact; the tube is muting me, all the same. For the duration, I am mute; incapable of speech, or even vocalize a single tiny little noise. (Of course; there is a reason behind this action; whether it is to prevent me from distracting {disturbing} her customer{s}, or if it is for my personal entertainment as the Cat I had chosen to become)

“As exciting as this is, I hope the process is all but complete..” I ponder; “what more, could she possibly envision to offer me, in order to make my experience (and appearance) as a Cat possibly include?” I question, knowing full well; I should not have posed the question, even before I had followed the question to its natural conclusion. (But to no avail, I had already posed the Question.)

“Beeep” is heard, and the button is once more flashing, in order to alert me to the next garment to be offered.

I am offered yet another garment, this time it is a pair of Panties; only these panties had a five foot long tail, Pi inches in diameter. I know I should have been expecting this; but it still comes as a shock and surprise to me. Just seeing the Panties alone, but I do end up accepting the proffered garment, slipping it on without any fuzz. I afford these panties a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; only for the panties to melt into my body and fuse with my flesh.

Once the process had concluded, the next garment is presented to me; a bright cerise collar, for the Cat I had chosen to become. I end up, slipping the collar down over my head; soon finding it resting comfortably around my neck, just as intended. (Expected)

The next moment, the Collar is fusing to my neck, bonding with my flesh just as intended.

As I am looking at the image before me; I can clearly see the glossy and glittery surface of the Collar around my neck, with a string holding the Cat-Bell jingling merrily. (With every move, the bell will chime in excitement.)

With the Collar on, I can clearly see my entire body as a solid form; with only my head still remaining (largely) an outline.

“What is next?” I inquire; knowing it had to have at least one more garment, for me to put on.

Of course, the transformation is all but complete; what more could I possibly be wishing for, in this position?

“Beeep” is heard, and the button is once more flashing, in order to alert me to the next garment to be offered.

My question is about to be answered, my wish full-filled. I am presented with the Cat mask.

I eagerly accept the proffered offering; looking forwards to the inevitable conclusion.

As I am slipping the creamy cream coloured Silicone Cat mask onto my face, I feel the slippery wetness that is representing the lubrication on the inside of the mask. Naturally; the mask eagerly slides onto and over my face with graceful ease; covering and coating my skin in a fluid motion, until it reaches the outer edges of my face whereupon it is fusing to my skin. Finally bonding to my flesh, completing the process.

As I am looking at the mirror; I can see my face, being that of the Cat my request had originally envisioned.

A pair of large, Emerald Green eyes gazes into my very own eyes in wonder.

I can see my tail behind me; standing proud, as is to be expected.

As the quadruped Cat, I am just as large as I had been before I had entered the Change(l)ing Booth; even if my stance and proportions had been altered and adjusted, in order to make the transformation the utter and total change expected from the description of my choice.

I find it easy, natural; to stand on all fours, moving with the natural grace of the Cat I am right now.

“Meow!” I exclaim, heard by exactly none. (But, so what!)

With a little bit of focus, on my part; and a serious effort, I manage to stand up on my hind paws. I am standing up, the way I am used to. Why shouldn’t I? I am still the very same Girl, I had been born as; even if my body resembles that of the quadruped Cat, the suit is insisting I am.

Could I go out of the booth, and step into the boutique once more. I have to, or else I am forever trapped in the Changing Booth.

Will my clothes follow me, as I am changing back to the girl I am, or will they remain in the Hammer space they were banished to as I entered? Either way, I choose to take the risk (chance); stepping out into the Boutique, once more.

I almost gasp, as I am finding myself standing before the booth; my clothes where they had been, as I entered. All my belongings where they belong, on my person; even if the cost for the suit had been deducted, from my account as I had accepted the presented option.

Could I have turned back, or reversed the process at any time; opting to not become this Cat, I am under my skin.

Either way, I had accepted the proposed offer; the payment is made, I am the Cat under my skin.

While I had reverted fully, I can still feel (sense) my tail wanting to get out. My hands and feet still wants to revert to the Paws they (think) they are; just as I feel an urge, to go down on all fours. Yet, I am still Human, a Girl.

I walk through the boutique; ending up at the counter by the entrance, facing Rarity.

“Hello, Rarity!” I exclaim.

“Hello, Miss Neko!” Rarity responds. (None is reacting, on her words; as if she had just pronounced my name, perfectly normal.)

While I notice it, I opt to let it slide; she had recognized me, without making anything out of it. Well, why should(n’t) she?

“I love the new Changing Booth, you have installed in the back!” I respond.

“Changing Booth?” she inquires, as if she had not been prevy to its installation.

“The one, with all these options..” I suggest; “it made me into a black Cat!” I fill in.

“Ow.. Ow..” Rarity exclaims; “Pinkie must have installed it, back there!” she concludes, giggling.

“Pinkie?” I inquire; “Who is Pinkie?” I inquire.

“Pinkie is one of my friends, from the Canterlot High..” she explains; “Pink complexion, an Canandrum..” she continues; “and the Party Committee girl..” she adds; “the Bestest of all the Bestest of friends!” she finally concludes.

“Oh..” I just exclaim; my mouth forming the Capital ‘OH’, in the process.

“Pinkie is just being Pinkie..” she points out; “the less you think of it, the better..” she concludes; “But, I am still glad you enjoy the Changing Booth she apparently installed!” she puts forth.

“Ah..” I respond; “oh, that girl!” I continue; “She is kind of a Legend, of the Canterlot High, for all the things she pulled off!” I put forth.

“Welcome back..” she offers; “and see you, whenever you choose to look for something new!” she concludes.

“Thank you, Rarity..” I respond; “and see you, next time!” I conclude.

With that, I turn and leave, slowly walking out of her boutique, leaving her to her next customer.

As I had concluded my business at her boutique, I leave; walking out of the store, listening to the bell(e) as it chimes its merry chime.

<--- --- --->

Pass: - "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

Barely used Latex Cat-Suit for Sale

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The Cat: 4

<--- --- --->

Barely used Latex Cat-Suit for Sale

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I had just stepped into the room of my little sister, only to find a fairly large cat balled up on her bed. (The Cat is roughly the same size as my sister, but I can’t say exactly!) I had stopped, dead in my track; gasping, as I realize what I am looking at. (While I had knocked on her door and called out, but still!)

“I may have known, that you liked to be a Cat..” I finally mouth; “but this?” I inquire.

“I bought a (Latex) Cat-Suit on-line..” she blurts out; “and tried it on..” she continues; “it feels great!” she concludes.

“You bought a Cat-suit..” I put forth; “on-line?” I inquire, almost stumbling on my words. (She is nodding in affirmation.)

“I am wearing it, right now!” she explains.

“I don’t think..” I supply; “that is what one usually refers to; as a Cat-Suit..” I point out.

“The suit covers my body, arms and legs; thus, a Cat-Suit!” she suggests.

“Yes..” I respond; “but it does not make you look like a Cat, while wearing it!” I protest.

“Wait.. what..” she responds; ”it doesn’t?” she inquires. (It is after all, what this cat-suit is doing for her.)

“You CAN still stand up?” I inquire.

“Uhm..” she puts forth; “Yes!” she finally confirms.

With that, she launches herself at me; stretching her body, as she focuses on her Human form in the process.

I yelp, as she throwsherself at me, in a warm embrace, hugging me tightly.

“Of course, I can stand up!” she finally points out.

“Uhm.. yes..” I stammer; “I can clearly see that.. now!” I then confirm. (The situation is just boggling my mind, even before I think about it.)

“Let’s have some fun..” she suggests, tentatively.

“Oh, okay!” I respond.

With that, she is stepping around me; before she is placing her hands under my breasts, cupping my bust playfully in a tentative manner, as if trying to feel me.

After a moment, her right hand slides up before my eyes; just as her left hand slides down to my waist. Her left hand gently holding me in place before her; as the right hand is starting to change back into the paw I had seen while she was lying on her bed.

“Amazing..” I mouth; “Incredible!” I exclaim, as I am watching her right hand slowly, fluidly melt into the cat’’s paw I had seen a mere minute before.

“Yeah.. I guess it is!” she responds.

When the paw turns back into her hand, I notice that she still has the sensitive touch-pads at the edge of each of her five fingers.

“Uhm..” I breathe; “but, why do you still retain the touch-pads of the cat-form?” I finally inquire.

“I can’t quite make these vanish; if it is because I can’t see my fingers without them, or if I don’t want to let go of that part of my new self!” she responds, trying to explain.

“Oh.. Oh..” I respond; “Okay!” I conclude; I guess I can live with my sister having these sensitive touch-pads!” I concede. (But, now I just have to tease her for this; I just need to figure out what to do, and when to do it.)

“Maybe..” I ponder; “but yes!” I conclude, as I place my hand on the back of her right hand.

I guide the hand towards my mouth, as I part my lips; extending the tip of my tongue, licking the touch-pad of her index finger playfully for a brief moment.

She gasps, taken aback by the sensations elicited; or, if it is in the playful tease I had just performed on her.

“That feels so.. so, so, so..” she breathes, not quite finding the word for how it feels.

“Good..” I suggest; “natural?” I probe.

“Uh-hm..” she responds; “yes..” she then confirms, after a long moment of contemplation.

“Then..” I probe; “you don’t mind, if I were to lick your touch-pads?” I inquire.

“No, not really..” she responds; “but, why?” she inquires.

First now, as I am licking the touch-pad; do I finally notice the style of her nails.

“I like your nail-style..” I put forth; “how did you accomplish it?” I inquire.

“Thanks, Sis..” she responds; “strangely enough.. it came with the Cat-suit!” she explains.

“Oh, curious.” I respond; “because I doubt even a Salon could make your nails looking quite this good..” I point out; “even if they could give you long nails, with oval tips!” I conclude.

“It never even occurred to me, I could go to a Salon; in order to have my nails done, and now it is pointless..” she suggests; “in any case!” she finishes.

“I am so jealous, of you; I’m envious, of what your suit gave you..” I confess.

<--- --- --->

“In case you are not wearing the suit, over the week-end; is there a chance, I could borrow your suit?” I inquire.

“Over the week-end?” she inquires; “sure!” she agrees; “I can live without the suit for a few days!” she concludes.

“Thank you, Sis..” I respond; “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” I conclude.

“You are quite welcome, Sis..” she responds; “I just hope, you will be enjoying the suit!” she puts forth.

“Thank you, Sis..” I put forth; “I am sure, I will!” I conclude.

<--- --- --->

“Will she let me try out her suit, the entire week-end, or just a few hours on Saturday?” I ponder.

“I will accept what she is giving me, even if it is just a few hours...” I consider. (A few hours, is still better than the nothing I had before!)

Just seeing her, wearing that suit; is making me excited, very excited. I feel weird, looking at her, as she is wearing the suit. It isn’t, in how it had been crafted out of Latex or covering her entire body seamlessly. (Even if her suit had been crafted out of Silicone, rather than latex; but there is no way of telling the difference, without making specific tests on her suit.. which I can’t do, in any case!)

While she had made me envious and jealous of her, and the suit; I can’t resent her for purchasing the suit, even if it had been on-line. How could I? She is after all my sister. When she was agreeing, to lend me the suit over the week-end, there goes the last excuse to protest.

<--- --- --->

As I step into my bed room, on Friday; I can see the suit lying on my bed, awaiting me with a hand-written note on my bed stand.

“I guess: she was accepting the full week-end?” I ponder, giggling like a little school-girl, in excitement over what she had given me; even if it is just for the week-end.

I eagerly step up to my bed, picking up the note she had written to me; reading the message, with mounting excitement. (I even find myself drooling, over what she had just done for me; even if I may only have this suit for the rest of the week!)

<--- --- --->

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“Dear Sis..

Since I have promised you, you could borrow this suit over the week-end;

I took the liberty of entering your room, in order to deliver it to you right away!

I hope, you will enjoy her as much as I have done..

Just make sure, to return my Cat-Suit in the same condition as you received her in..

I doubt, she can be replaced; on the account of her being a custom ordered item!

Please, Sis; place her on my bed, Sunday night at the latest..

Yours Truly

<--- --- --->

Once I had read her message, I had disrobed promptly; whereupon I had lubricated myself with great care, choosing a water-base lubrication in order to preserve her Latex suit.

Now I find myself, coated in nothing but the generous amount of lubrication; holding the suit in my own two hands, excited over the promised experience I have before me.

I lift my right foot as I am lowering the suit; slipping the foot into the entrance, in the neck.

Quivering, in reverent excitement; as I am stepping into the suit, I am holding in my hands.

“Tight..” I breathe; “she truly is exceedingly tight!” I ponder, as I am slipping my foot into the suit. (The word "Skin-Tight" is coming to mind; even if that barely holds up in comparison with the tightness, of this suit!)

“I guess: my Sister is a little bit slimmer, than I am?” I ponder, in question; which probably is true.

I pull the suit up, as I push my foot down; feeling as if the suit was swallowing the foot, quite eagerly. The slippery wetness, the lubrication is offering only heightens this experience, as I continue to slip the foot further into the suit.

Before I even realize it, my foot has slipped all the way down; guided by the constriction of the suit, as I find my toes slipping into their respective places. (Yes; this suit is indeed coming with toes, as if I had slipped my foot into a toe-sock.)

I place my foot onto the floor, as I am lifting up my left foot; slipping the foot into the entrance in the neck.

“Tight..” I mouth; “so very, very tight!” I breathe, as I continue to slip my left foot deeper and deeper into the suit.

A moment later, I am standing on my very own two feet; pulling the suit all the way up to my waist, in a heartbeat.

“I feel wet..” I ponder; “just that it is my entire body; from the waist down, feeling wet!” I continue.

Though I am indeed wet, all the same; excited, aroused by the experience the suit is exposing me to.

<--- --- --->

“Is this, how my sister felt, while she slipped into the suit?” I ponder; “or, while she is wearing it in general?” I question.

I had just slipped the suit all the way up, now covered in the glistering black, glorious silicone. (Even if my sister had assumed it had been latex.)

I turn my attention, or as much as I am capable of in the state I am currently in towards the bottle of lubrication I had used. (I am after all old enough, to own this gel lubrication!)

“Oups!” I exclaim, in a strangled gasp.

“No wonder, I feel wet..” I realize; “this gel had been intended to be used sparingly, not in the generous amounts I had covered my own skin!” I ponder. (It had just felt so good, {So very, very good; it is impossible, not to enjoy it, for all it is worth!} to experience the gel spreading out over my skin; as I had applied it to my skin, before I had slipped into the suit I am currently wearing)

“I can as well enjoy it, for all it is worth; I can’t slip out of the suit now, in order to wash the lubrication off of me and swap it for the intended gel now!” I breathe. (The gel had already been used, applied to my skin!)

I experience a growing urge, to crawl up onto my bed and curl up into a ball. After a moment; the urge is growing over-whelming, and I find myself complying. I can’t help myself, in the end.

I take the few steps from where I had been standing, towards the bed; sitting down onto my bed, before I curl up into the fluffy ball and rest. (I soon find myself falling asleep, just as if I had been a House-Cat.)

The position is surprisingly comfortable, to me; even if I had known, I should have found it exceedingly uncomfortable before.

<--- --- --->

I find myself waking up, after an undetermined time; finding myself quite comfortable, where I lie curled up on the top of my bed.

“Oh..” I ponder; “did I just fall asleep?” I query; “I guess: I just took a cat-nap, then!” I finally conclude, without a worry in the world.

Surprisingly, I am not worried about the time I had been sleeping. (or, had I just dozed off; spending time completely unconscious?)

I am lifting up a black paw, before my face; critically examining it, for a moment before I ignore it as if I had been born with it. (Technically speaking, I had; but it had been a hand on a human girl, at the time!)

A Cat-Suit is a Cat-Suit, but still.

Of course, I have these highly sensitive touch-pads, just as she has; but I’m a Cat, right now.

I jump down from on top of my bed, comfortably landing on my own four paws as I hit the floor.

As I move over the floor, in my own room; I can clearly see the shadow of a Pi inch thick tail, eight foot long. (Curious! But, this is the suit I had asked her to lend me; and it is the suit I had chosen to slip into, without a moment of hesitation.)

“Is this the difference between a catsuit, and a Cat-Suit?” I ponder.

“I have a few things to consider, try out and confirm!” I ponder.

Could I turn back to my human form at will, as fluidly as she clearly can?

I lift up my right fore-paw before my face, thoughtfully licking my highly sensitive touch-pads.

“Oh.. Oh.. Oh..” I breathe; “Yes, that is confirmed; my touch-pads are indeed highly sensitive..” I realize; “and now I know, how it felt for her too!” I conclude.

On closer inspection; the palm of my hand has a suction-cup, too. Otherwise; it seems, the suit is giving me exactly what it gave my sister. (Well, why not? Had I been expecting it, to be selective in what it does to us?)

I stretch my body in a fluid motion, standing on my own two feet the next instant. That was easy. (Almost too easy?) Not that I am about to complain.

<--- --- --->

I had just put on some clothes, in order to walk out of my room; I just isn’t comfortable, walking out nude. (While I am still wearing the suit, I am in my Human form all the same.)

The wet sensation is persisting, of course; what had I been expecting, I had already knowing it would not just cease after a few minutes. While I had not known, realized the effect this gel were to have upon me; but now it is obvious, what it is doing to me. (Even if I am still oblivious of the ultimate consequence I am to be facing.) The longer I am exposed to this, the deeper the effect will be in the end. (..and I had been promised, to have the suit for the entire week-end!!)

Should I try to find my own suit? Even knowing I will not find one, like the one my sister had bought. Well, why not? I will just wait, I have the rest of the week-end in the suit.

<--- --- --->

I am meeting my sister, in the kitchen. She is apparently hungry.

“Hi, Sis..” I exclaim, as I spot her on my way into the kitchen.

“Hi, sis!” she responds; “I take it, you already slipped into the suit..” she continues; “enjoying it to the fullest, for as long as you can?” she inquires.

“Thank you, Sis..” I respond; “I did, and I am!” I respond.

“Go figure!” she responds.

“It.. it.. it.. is so deliciously tight.” I respond; “and I am still wet, but it feels so good I can’t slip out of the suit!” I ponder, as I am considering the situation I had slipped into.

“I noticed..” she responds; “while I had been hoping it would be tight; but it would appear, it is even tighter on you!” she suggests.

“After I have slipped out of the suit and washed it, I will be lubricating it for you!” I promise.

“Thanks, Sis..” she responds; “you did not have to do that; but I will still appreciate it, if you were to do that for me!” she concludes.

“I know..” I respond; “but I still want to lubricate it for you, all the same!” I respond. (I had already bought the special lubrication, I had in mind; I have an entire bottle, of the high grade extra virgin blend.)

I know the suit she bought must have cost her more, than the entire bottle of lubrication; so it is a small price, to compensate her for the two days without the suit. (At least, it is to me.)

Even if it will take me an hour, to apply the lubrication to the inside of her suit; I will be doing it for her, even at the cost of the bottle of lubrication I will be using. (I’m not even doing it, for the privilege of holding on to her suit longer; but I will be enjoying, caressing the inside of her suit as I have washed it meticulously!)

<--- --- --->

I had followed her out, walking over to the old play house we still have at the back. We rarely to never play in the house; but it has been left where it is. (It’s a convenient cover, where we can hide; when we disrobe, in order to play outside as cats.)

<--- --- --->

Just as I had promised, I had slipped out of the suit she had lent me over the weekend. I could do nothing less; it is after all her suit, and I am incredibly fortunate just to be able to borrow it over the weekend.

It feels weird, to slip out of the suit, as if it had not wanted me to slip out of it.

It feels weird, to be nude, without the suit covering my body and all my skin. (I feel strangely nude.. {or skinned?} without the suit on, even after just two days inside it.)

It feels weird, it just feels weird. (I will just have to buy myself a suit of my own, to cure my ailment. {Wouldn’t I?} Should I ask her, what site she had bought it on? Probably.)

Once out of the suit, I am washing the suit carefully; both inside and out, in order to present her with the suit fresh and clean as I had promised.

While it had taken me mere minutes to slip out of the suit, and maybe half an hour to wash her suit; I had spent considerably more than an hour, lubricating the inside of her suit, meticulously.

With the now dried suit on my bed, I slowly caress its inside with my bare hands; coated in nothing but the lubrication as I had promised.

Bit by bit, inch by inch; I am coating the suit with the precious lubrication, as payment for the time I had been gifted to have the suit on.

I notice the suit absorbing the gel, surprisingly greedily; for a suit crafted out of silicone. (Even if she still thinks it is Latex. {Or is she just saying it is Latex, because it sounds better and more luxurious?} Well, who cares!)

Only once I had managed to apply the lubrication as intended; feeling the cool and slippery wetness coating the insides of the suit, do I let go of the suit. With the suit completely saturated and wet inside; I turn it skin inside-out, or, rather reverse its state of being inside out.

While it is late, Sunday night; I am walking the short distance from my room over to her room. Since she had told me to place it on top of her bed, I open the door; not expecting her to be in the room, whereupon I place the suit onto her bed.

I leave the suit on her back, her head over the pillow; as if it had been my sister herself, I am placing on her bed. I am just as gentle, careful in handling the suit; as if it had indeed been a living person, and not a mere suit. (I could do nothing less, for her; after what she had given me, all the joy I had experienced.)

Once the suit is on her bed, I am walking out of her room; closing the door behind me, as I am leaving her room. (A moment later, I am back in my own room, tired but quite pleased and satisfied.)

Once I had undressed and slipped on my pajamas; I slip in under the sheets and rest my head on the pillow. A moment later, I am fast asleep, sleeping soundly.

<--- --- --->

Pass: - "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

Siblings, Siblings

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Ps: Corsetes are included. (Internal)

Author's Note

Sister, Sister..

Sinister Canister

Siblings, Siblings: 5

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The Cat

<--- --- --->

I had just stumbled upon a site, selling clothes on-line.

The garments or costumes are looking perfectly fine, as if they had been brand new. The store is apparently specializing in clothes that could have been new, but are considered second-hand or used. (There is a page, where they explain this in detail, but I did not look too closely at this.)

“The Carousel – For you” the name reads, as I am opening the site.

The site has several pages, with their distinct search functions and features. (Intended to help guide the customer such as me, to what I may be interested in purchasing and wearing. {Well, why not?})

The layout of the site is professional, yet open and intuitively inviting. (Just with a bit of some extra flare thrown in, for good measure.)

<--- --- --->

“Cat-Girl” I read the label of one item, on the page I am currently browsing.

“Curious..” I ponder; “could I wear such a suit, or have my sister wearing it?” I ponder.

“Well.. but of course, you can!” my sister exclaims; “Assuming it is reasonably within your size-range, at least!” she points out.

“It is!” I respond. (Gawking at the ghostly precision with which the site had expressed my measurements!)

“Then..” she starts; “you just have to have this suit!” she concludes; before she starts to explore the rest of the available suits, in the on-line store.

“How about, you consider this suit?” I counter, looking at a beautiful Pony-Girl suit.

I had chosen to browse only the “Latex suits, even if they end up being Silicone. (How could one even see the difference, while looking at the pictures on the screen?)

“You think?” she responds, instantly blushing bright red.

“The price is an Absolute steal..” I observe, as I finally look at the stated price for these suits.

“Yes, it really is..” she breathes; opting to click the “Buy” button; “how could we possibly afford, not to buy these?” she inquires.

“Beats me..” I respond, as I am clicking on the “Check Out” button, redeeming her purchase. (Incidentally, I had selected both the suits we had been looking at.)

“Oups..” she puts forth; “but I guess: we will get the shipping for free, with this order!” she suggests.

“Yes, I guess so!” I respond, giggling. (While I had been looking at the Cat-Girl suit, with genuine interest; will she enjoy to wear {wearing} the suit, I had pointed her to look at?)

(I have no idea; but I guess: she will let me know, the moment the suit has arrived!!)

<--- --- --->

I had gone up early, in order to catch the mail today; since it is the day, the package had been stated to arrive. (If the content is not what was promised; I will be very disappointed, just as I will be, if it does not arrive as promised.)

I had just finished my breakfast, as I hear the noise from the package slipping into the mail.

“Thud!!” is heard, as the package is hitting the floor.

I slowly raise to my feet, intent on fetching the package; in order to examine its content, and share the promised goods with my sister. (I will be giving her, her suit; first chance I get, naturally!)

(Well, why wouldn’t I? The Pony suit is in her size, as if it had been tailored to her in person!)

I can clearly hear the distinct noises of my sister in her room, as I walk out into the cloaking room. As intended, I am picking up the mail; (Including the promised package) carrying it to the table, sorting the mail as I sit down on my chair. (Well, why not; I could as well finish the sorting, before I sneak into my room.)

I just place the mail before the respective chair, where the recipient of the mail will find it; (Address label up, naturally.) before I return to my room, eagerly expecting the content of my package. (It had been sent in my name, since I had paid for the content.)

Once I had sorted the mail, I once more raise to my feet; slowly walking to my room, only to see my sister exiting her room, just as I walk by.

“Good morning, Sis..” she exclaims; “the package has arrived, I take it!” she observes, as she can see me carrying it towards my room.

“Good morning, Sis..” I respond; “yes, it has; you could as well follow me into my room, so we can explore it together!” I offer.

“Yes; thank you, Sis!” she responds, following me into my room. (Naturally; she is closing the door to my room behind herself, quietly!!)

I place the package on my desk, picking up a small knife; before I slowly break the seal, with deliberate care. With the seal broken, I open the flaps; reverently revealing the content, with the white envelope on top.

I pick up the envelope, carefully opening it and extract its content. (The Packing Note)

I slowly read the text.

“01 (one). Packing Note”

“01 (one) Cat-Girl Suit”

“01 (one) Pony-Girl Suit”

“Total No. (Number) of Items contained 03 (three).”

I pick up the first brownish beige package contained within the package; reading the label.

“Cat-Girl Suit” the label reads.

I pick up the second package, reading the label. (Once I had placed the package containing my Cat-Girl suit onto my bed.)

“Pony-Girl Suit” the label reads.

“Okay, this is yours!” I declare, as I am handing her the package; “Do you want to open it here, in my room; or, do you prefer the privacy of your own room?” I inquire.

“Here..” she responds; “since you suggested it!” she concludes, accepting my offer. (Eagerly)

<--- --- --->

Once the seal to the respective packages had been broken, we tend to extracting the suit contained within.

“This appears to be intended to be worn with only the birthday suit under!” my sister observes, in surprise. (Even if I guess: it should have been expected, all along!)

“I hope: that is not a problem, for you!” I opine.

“No!!” she confirms; “The suit covers my skin; so it would be strange, to wear any regular clothes under!” she suggests.

“When you put it that way; I guess it would be strange, to wear other clothes under it..” I agree; “that would feel; as if the clothes were under my skin, I guess!” I conclude.

“That sounds horrible..” she responds; “and needlessly quite uncomfortable!” she points out.

“Agreed!!” I merely respond.

<--- --- --->

I had enjoyed pulling my Cat-Girl Suit out of the package; slowly pulling it out, eyeing it before me for a long while. (How long had I been standing there; just holding the suit before me, ogling it?)

I had placed the suit on my bed, before I could start to disrobe. (I had to, in order to wear the suit!) I longingly look at the suit; before I manage to pull my eyes from the suit, long enough to slip out of what I am wearing.

<--- --- --->

<--- --- --->

I had finally managed to slip out of my clothes, (disrobing) now standing perfectly nude; picking up the smooth and glossy suit in trembling hands. (Excited, breathing hard and fast.)

As I am hearing my sister, (by my side, on my left) I steal a quick glance at her; before I return to the suit before me. (Her hands, trembling just as much as my own.)

The suit before me is black, glistering in the light. (I feel the slippery smooth surface, almost as if it had been wet.)

After a moment of (Thorough) investigation, I find the entrance; the zipper along the spine of the suit.

While the room is still cold, I feel hot.

I had turned the suit around, (facing her back) before I had pulled the zipper all the way down; (momentarily gazing down into the open space within (void), without finding the end of its depth) before I lift up my right foot, tentatively slide it into the opening in her back. (Instinctively knowing, my sister was mirroring my movements!)

I feel the slippery smooth surface against the skin of my foot, (as slippery smooth as could have been expected {and hoped for} and the viscous hot wetness coating the inside like blood) and the suit eagerly swallows my foot, slowly sucking it deeper and deeper inside inch by inch.

The suit contracts around my flesh, in the process. (I experience the liquid elasticity of the material the suit consists of.)

My foot slides down, guided to its intended (natural) position. The further down my foot slides, the more I feel the slight pressure imposed by the suit. (It feels, almost as if I had stepped into a hot pond of water.)

I slowly push my foot down towards the floor, as it is sliding into the suit; only for the foot to hit the floor, just as it had reached the intended position. (My toes had slipped into their respective positions, in the process.)

With my right foot firmly on the floor; I repeat the process, slipping my left foot into the suit with confidence. (By now, the suit is reaching up to my waist.)

I slip my right hand into the sleeve, experiencing the tight embrace, as the suit is contracting around my arm, hand and fingers. (Only to repeat the process, sliding my left hand into the suit.)

As my arms slide into the suit, the zipper slides up the length of my spine, in order to support my insertion seamlessly. (Well, why not?)

I may have intended to stop, to take a break at this point; but the suit eagerly swallows my head in a single, swift moment. (Before I have as much as an instant, to consider or worry about the situation.)

<--- --- --->

I gasp. (Sharply drawing in air.)

First now, I notice the fluffy tail the suit came with.

My stance had changed, in order to adjust to the changes the suit is imposing on my body. (I had not been expecting this, even after I had seen the image of the suit I had opted to purchase.)

I slowly move up my hands to my face, only to feel the diminutive muzzle where my nose and lips used to be before I had entered the suit. (Naturally; my hands and fingers had {also} changed in the process.)

I hear the gasp, from my sister, only to be exposed to the Cat-Ears on top of my head focusing on the (unexpected) sound (I should have been prepared for).

Just like the suit I had extracted from the box, my entire body is still the same glistering, deep black hue. (What had I been expecting?)

With the suit fully on, I am the Cat-Girl. (What had I been expecting? Even if I do look, exactly what the illustration had insisted, in the first place.)

<--- --- --->

I feel weird. (Still) But, in a good way. (If this could make any since, could it?)

<--- --- --->

“Clip clop” is heard.

I had opted to purchase the Pony-Girl Suit. Once it had arrived, I had slipped into it; as naturally, as if I had slipped into the casual clothes I am wearing every day. (Why shouldn’t I?)

The name of the suit had suggested that I were to have a pair of hooves, just as the illustration is insisting on. (I had known it, yet, I still bought it.)

I had experienced how my stance had shifted, as I slipped into the suit; while my toes, feet and legs adjusted to becoming a Pony-Girl. (While wearing the Pony-Girl Suit.)

While I had not known, what a Pony-Girl is; (and consequently not known, what a Pony-Girl Suit was, either) but the image along, had excited me, made me desire the suit and the experience of wearing it.

If (or when) I do look down, I can clearly see the distinct equine hooves. (A distinctly deep Metallic Bloody Red, just as I had opted for. {Or, had the site just implied; that I were going to prefer this hue?})

I have the equine tail, just as the image had implied. (Well, that should have been expected; even if it may, or may not have been obligatory.)

The suit is applying the same general Female appearance on me, as the Cat-Girl Suit is lending my sister. (It isn’t, as if I mind; I very much enjoy this, as it turns out.)

Naturally, I now have a pair of Pony-Ears; in place of the Human ears, I had before I had slipped into the suit. Just as my sister has a feline muzzle, I have an equine muzzle. (Covering the lower part of my face; including both my nose, chin and cheeks.)

Furthermore; my eyes had been adjusted, while moving out to the sides an inch or two. (Which is weird, even if I can’t claim it is bothering me, in the least.)

The suit comes with a range of features, the site is listing; even if I had neglected (or failed) to read and thus take note of what they are and what they are intended for.

If I were to opt in a feature, such as the shoes; these would be materializing under my hooves. If I focus on opting the feature out, it will vanish; as if it had never been there, in the first place. Neat. (Quite convenient!)

For now, I don’t opt in any of the features; going with the nude configurations, to explore the suit itself.

“Clip clop.” is heard, as I move over the floor. (What is the word for a Pony{Girl} 'walking'?)

I snicker, as I am enjoying the experience the suit is offering me. (I am {very much} enjoying this experience, of being the Pony-Girl, as I am wearing the suit.)

Whatever the word for the gait of walking may be, I will be referring to it as walking. Since I am still bipedal in nature; I guess this would make more sense, just as it saves me from the conundrum in question.

Pony-Girl; with the emphasis on Girl, in this case. (Maybe I am required to move the emphasis every once in a while; in which case, I will have to adjust my wording and choice of vocabulary accordingly.)

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While the suit I am wearing, is a suit: technically speaking; but I still opts to wear something more conventional, just to make a point out of wearing regular clothes.

I slip into the panties and top, I wore before I had entered my sister’s room; before I am slipping the skirt back on. (My sister is choosing to wear the same style.)

The finishing touch; is a medium length top, with short sleeves. (This would qualify as casual clothes, while I am indoors in my own home.)

(Just regular cotton wear, nothing fancy. That would only have ruined the point, in the first place.)

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Once we had both dressed up, my sister is opening the door to her room; whereupon we spill out, and I am closing the door behind me. (A closed door, in our household; is a sign, requesting privacy. Just as the open door, in general; is an open invitation, stating that interaction is accepted.)

I continue to the kitchen; since I had not yet had my breakfast.

My sister is following me, eagerly enjoying the company. (She did not have to follow me, but chose to follow me!)

Even if she does not eat anything, I still prefer the company. (I do enjoy the company of my sister, as she is a friend of mine. We do enjoy a friendly relation, over the hostility of adversary competition.)

Sure, we do compete about a few things; but that can never get in the way of the warm relation, we are sharing. (Why should it?)

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Pass: - "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

The Kitten

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