Pinkie Pie's Changing Booth at Rarity's Boutique

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Enter the Change(l)ing Booth

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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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