Pinkie Pie's Changing Booth at Rarity's Boutique

Siblings, Siblings: 5

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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.)

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“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!!)

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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)

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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.

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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.

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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.)

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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.)

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

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“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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