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Summary
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As I am waking up, it is dark; partially because my eyes are still closed, but also due to the low setting of the light in my bed room.
My mind is a bit fuzzy; just as my recollections of the day before, is quite scant. What happened the night before? I have no idea. (Memories needs to be triggered by specific phrases or events.)
Any attempt at further recollections of the night before, as well as anything from the prior week is encountering a fluffy white wall I can’t penetrate. If I am to persist; I only experience an increasing bout of headache, for the effort. I let it rest; as I am unprepared, for what is before me. (It is already too late; to attempt recovering the memories of my previous life, such as it had been.)
I am lying on my back, in the bed I had found in my bed room; on the mate black silicone bed sheet and an exceedingly large crystal clear silicone pillow. A Pi inch thick quilt is covering my body, as well as the entire bed from an inch below the pillow. (My bed feels surprisingly comfortable and familiar, as if I had been sleeping in this room, on this bed before. Which I just may have.)
As I am opening my eyes, I can vaguely see the pin prick LED Star Scape overhead. The Star Scape, but nothing else. It almost makes me feel, as if I had been sleeping under the sky; even if I can see no hint of the outdoors, anywhere.
As the light is starting to grow brighter, I slowly see more of the room in which I am lying. (Naturally; the ceiling is a mate black silicone coating the surface in order to hold the star Scape in place.) The walls had been laid with a deep, dark Oak wood panel. There is a four foot tall picket fence crafted out of deep pink Cherry Wood panel with a Linden Wood handrail on the top of the fence. (It is all so very elaborate and pricey looking, to me.)
On my right, I soon see the bed-stand, crafted out of tinted deep red Beech Wood. (There is apparently no window, in the room.) When I do look down over the foot-end of the bed; I can clearly see the black double-doors to my wardrobes, glister in the sparse light. (The glossy surface only casting more reflections, as the light slowly grows brighter over time.)
On second thought; my bed-stand had been lacquered with a crystal clear high gloss lacquer to bestow a smooth and hard finish to the wood. (Or, had it just been coated with silicone, all along?{Maybe, both.})
After a while longer, I am sliding my right hand out, from under the quilt; whereupon I fold the corner up against the wall, leaving me free to move. I slide my legs out, from under the quilt; only to find myself sitting on top of my bed, pushing myself forwards in order to stand up before my bed.
“Thud, thud..” is heard; as my soft feet are hitting the black ceramic tiles, coated with an inch of crystal clear squishy silicone. (The pitter-patter of soft feet.)
My bed is eight foot, by five foot; probably a Queen Size bed. (How Befitting.)
I slowly walk over to the wardrobe, instinctively recognizing the wardrobe containing my daytime wears; almost as if I had recalled which it is, even when I can’t recall even the day before.
After a moment, I extend my right hand; extracting a pair of Metallic Electric Blue (smooth silicone) panties, from within the wardrobe. I step into the panties, right and left; pulling the panties all the way up, only to afford them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. In the process, I am exposed; introduced to the Vaginal and Anal plugs, that are part of the panties I had selected. (Even if I had not been aware of the panties being equipped with these: Pi inch long and two inch thick plugs in the first place.)
I had experienced the cold, wet lubrication the plugs had been coated with; just an instant before I find myself contracting reflexively, as the plugs slip into me from both sides at once. (Once inside, the panties are firmly riveted into me; as I feel the gel slowly warming up, as I contract firmly around the two inserted plugs. {The contraction grows stronger and more pronounced over time, with the amount of exposure.})
“I will need a top, as well!” I ponder; extracting the desired garment, before I am pulling it down over my head.
Once I had pulled the top down over my head, enjoying the liquid elasticity of my provided garments; I afford the top a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. (Well, why not!)
Just as I had finished slipping into the top, the door to my room quietly slides up; only for Rarity to enter the room, before the door quietly slides shut behind her, just as she had cleared the threshold.
“Good morning, Rarity!” she exclaims, in her usual warm greeting. (Memories slowly seep into my mind, initiated by the greeting.)
“Good morning, Rarity!” I respond, just as I had turned around; startled by her sudden and unexpected entrance, into my bed room.
“Time for breakfast..” she suggests.
“Yes, please..” I respond; “Thank you, Rarity!” I respond, as I start to walk towards the door.
I can see her extending her right hand, pressing the palm gently onto the plaque; only for the door to slide up before her as she is spreading her fingers. She steps out with me in tow, only for the door to slide shut behind me. (Of course; the light had reached the intensity of daytime, by now.)
The floor had been laid with black ceramic tiles, just as in my bed room. I had chosen the second bed room on the right; while she had chosen the first one, on the same side. (How convenient?)
She walks down the flight of stairs with me in tow, only to reach the living room on the ground floor.
“Have a seat, so that I can extend the manicure and pedicure for you; before I prepare the breakfast, for the two of us!” she generously offers, with a wide smile on her face.
Of course her skin is a pristine silicone white, with a hint of a glossy sheen to it. I can clearly see her eyes are a deep Sapphire blue, as I am facing her.
I take the middle seat, in the three seated cinematic sofa on the short wall facing the television screen covering the other wall.
As I am sitting down, she had already produced the manicure set, placing it on the table before me. (An inch thick crystal clear sapphire table top, resting on the iridium plated Titanium frame)
“Place your hands on the table before you, palms down; spread your fingers, so that I can polish your nails!” she suggests.
“Yes, please!” I respond, as I comply; following her suggestion, in the hopes of enjoying the proffered manicure. (First now, I notice that my nails are Electric Metallic Blue and an inch long. {From the oval tip, to the base of the nail a mere three millimeters from the final joint of the finger.} Beautiful)
She takes the seat before me, uncapping the vial of crystal clear lacquer. (It’s the third party product intended to bind the matter to the Holographic Character; incidentally binding a physical person to the character of the inserted tube in my case. {Even if I happen to be oblivious of this fact, believing she is using regular nail polish.})
Once she had uncapped the vial, she starts painting the thumb nail of my right hand. From the middle and the root of the nail all the way over the tip. Right and left, right and left. Only to repeat the process on the back of the nail; before she is sealing the nail in the lacquer by applying the lacquer on the sides of the nail, from the right to the center and from the left to the center. From there, she continues polishing the index, middle, ring and pinkie fingers’ nails in turn. Only to repeat the process, polishing the nails of my left hand.
She is pushing an UV light over my hands, curing the polish in the process.
“Ping!” is heard, as the timer is reaching the required time to cure the nails; only for the light to be turned off, completing the process. (Automatically turning the light of is both a safety feature, and a quality feature.)
“Would you like, for me to apply your make-up; before we enjoy our breakfast?” she inquires.
“Yes, please!” I respond. (I had noticed, how she had painted my toe nails and cured them.)
She had capped the vial; before she is producing the lip-liner, lip-stick, eye-shadow and eye-liners.
She is picking up the crystal clear lip-liner; drawing the line from the middle to the right and left respectively, on the upper and lower lips in turn. (She is following the contour of my lips, but just outside the golden lip-stick included in the design of the Rarity I had been introduced to)
Once she had applied the lip-liner, she is applying the lip-gloss from just inside the line along the rim of my lips and as far in as she feels comfortable with. (Which is a bit further in; than the standard beauty doctrine typically commands, in her seal to provide the best make-up she could provide.)
She is applying a second application of the lip-liner, binding the lip-gloss in the process.
With my lips perfect; she is picking up the black eye-liner, drawing the line from the inner corner of the eye to the outer corner. First over the eye and then under. With the eye-liner applied, she is applying the eye-shadow from the inner corner of the eye towards the outer corner; slowly working her way from the eye-lash and up to the rim of the eye-globe. First the right eye and then the left eye, over the eye and finally under the eye. She applies a second line along the eye-lashes; right and left, over and finally under. (Naturally; she is applying a white line on the other side of the eye-lash, between the lash and the eye as well. {Once, twice and thrice.})
She is producing a face-gel, applying it to my face; in a manner, similar to how one would have applied the foundation. Only now; it is sealing my face, as Rarity in the process.
“Beautiful, just beautiful..” she exclaims; “if I may say so, myself!” she adds.
“Well, since you are Rarity; I am bound to accept your judgment, in all things related to Fashion!” I suggest.
“Thank you, Rarity!” she responds. (With that; she is presenting us with the breakfast!)
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I am taking the final sip of my tea, as I wash down the last of my salad; I had indeed enjoyed both the company, and the meal she had served me. Even if she had partaken in the meal; both in order to make me company, and to fill up on the mass she requires in order to become a physical person. (Well, why not?)
As I am scanning the room, I can’t for my life see the door to the cloaking room. There is one, I should have known; even if I have forgotten it, as well as where it is. (Which should be worrying me, but right now I can’t even make myself worry about this.)
“If you would enjoy just a hint of manicure; place your hands on the table, palms up!” she suggests, as she is offering me to indulge in my vanity. (Incidentally; her offer is triggering another memory to surface, reminding me of the joy I used to have at the Spa.)
“Yes, please!” I respond; accepting her offer, without a single thought.
She is presenting me with two vials of ‘Care-Gel’; intended for my highly sensitive touch-pads and suction-cups, respectively.
I am watching her, with interest; as she is applying the gel to my touch-pads, covering the tip of my fingers from the final joint and all the way in under the respective nail. I enjoy the sensations elicited, by the diminutive brush, as she is applying the highly viscous care-gel to each touch-pad in turn. Naturally; she only finishes, as the respective touch-pad had been thoroughly saturated with the crystal clear gel.
Once she had applied the gel, she is capping the vial. Once the first vial is capped, she is uncapping the next; only to apply the gel on the suction-cup, saturating it with the care-gel. Once done, she caps the can and stack the products away.
“Thank you, Rarity!” I respond.
“You are quite welcome, Dear!” she merely responds. (Of course; now the touch-pads and suction-cups are permanent, they will stay as they are from now on.)
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Flashback
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An Early Morning
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I had entered the bar, ordering a drink a few minutes back; nursing my drink of choice, in comfortable solitude. (This is my favourite bar, I rarely frequent any other bars these days.)
The atmosphere is just right for me; I can nurse my drinks in quiet solitude, without a worry in the world. (Just enjoying the moment, permitting the alcohol blur the past out; as I slowly take a sip, contemplating the moment.) Maybe this is not the cultural norm; where you are expected to hold a rowdy crowd egging you on in your drinking. Pretending you enjoy the alcohol, when you really don’t; until you have fooled, (.. and taught yourself it is actually enjoyable, when it really isn’t!).
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I am sitting in the corner, by a table for two. (Why do I need a larger table, when I want to be left alone?) While I could have chosen one of the stools, by the bar; but that is the worst place for me. It isn’t in how I dislike (or distrust) the bar-tender. I actually like the bar-tender, and trust her. (If I had not liked the bar-tender, and trusted her; I would never have entered the bar, in the first place.)
I had chosen the quietest corner, in the bar; in comfortable solitude. (This is my favourite bar, I rarely frequent any other bars these days.)
The atmosphere is just right for me; I can nurse my drinks in quiet solitude, without a worry in the world. (Just enjoying the moment, permitting the alcohol blur the past out; as I slowly take a sip, contemplating the moment.) Maybe this is not the cultural norm; where you are expected to hold a rowdy crowd egging you on in your drinking. Pretending you enjoy the alcohol, when you really don’t; until you have fooled, (.. and taught yourself it is actually enjoyable, when it really isn’t!).
I just.. uhm.. enjoy this spot; I can’t quite put a finger on exactly why. I just enjoy the spot. (Simple as that, as they say!)
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I sit, with my drink in hand, eyes half closed; just nursing my drink (back to health), relaxing as I am minding my own business. (Nursing the drink, of course.)
Maybe I should have been more observant? But alas, if I had been; it would have been defeating the point, of going out in the first place.
Is this the first, second or third drink? Doesn’t really matter. (This just isn’t my day, as it is turning out; who would have thought, certainly not I.)
Someone is slipping a small bag of powder into the drink, I am holding in my right hand.
I take a sip, and the taste is a bit off; so I am prepared to order a fresh, new drink.
“Drink up, you need it!” I hear a voice from behind me pronouncing. (There is nothing special to the voice; though it is soft spoken, almost caring.)
As I hear the voice, speaking; I find myself taking a sip, before I have the time to stop myself. (I knew, I should have; but after I had been told to drink up, my hand just does as it had been told.)
“Good girl..” the voice whispers, “just another sip!” she suggests.
Without a word, or a thought; I take another sip, just as I am told.
With every sip of the drink, its content is taking over me more and more; when I am emptying the glass, it is too late. I can no longer resist the suggestions pronounced by the girl who was sitting behind me. (and probably not by anyone else, for that matter)
I sit quietly, for a moment. Without a word, I am quiet. Without a suggestion, I do nothing.
“Another drink, please!” I finally exclaim.
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I had had the final drink, I had ordered; raising to my feet, as I once more hear the voice.
“Time to go, just walk by the bar and pay your tab..” the voice suggests.
I follow the suggestion, naturally; as if the voice had been my own thought, and I had had enough for the night.
“Go to room: 302..” the voice is suggesting, as I and leaving the bar behind.
With that, I am making my way to room: 302, without a thought. (Well; it is easy, to walk to room: 302, so there is no need to think. Is there?)
Room: 302 is just a randomly chosen room, there is nothing special about it. They will be selecting another room, next time; just that I don’t know this, as if it would have made a difference?
The door to room: 302 slides up before me, just as I am arriving. I step in, interpreting the suggestion in this manner. (Would it have made any difference; how I am interpreting the suggestion, in the first place?)
The door quietly slides shut behind me. (I am not alone!)
“Follow me!” the voice suggest and I am following her.
I am stepping into the living room, feeling almost as if it had been my home; there is nothing sticking out, so I don’t react. She is taking me to the bed room, and I follow her to the wardrobe.
I can see her opening the doors to the second wardrobe. (The wardrobe on the right is containing the nighttime wears, a pajamas.)
“Time to slip out of your clothes!” she is suggesting. (Knowing full-well, that I am perfectly incapable of resisting her suggestions; under the influence of the drug I had unwittingly ingested, with my drink.)
I find myself, slipping my skirt of; slipping it onto the floor of the wardrobe, without a care in the world. (I had accepted the suggestion, to drop these clothes.)
Next, I am slipping my blouse, top and panties of; depositing them onto the pile, on the bottom of the open wardrobe before me. (As if it had been, what I had intended to do.. well, why not?)
A pair of high heels and socks soon ends up, onto the top of the pile; (for the room service to deal with (and dispose of), at their earliest convenient opportunity.) With that, I am naked, as if I had been alone; even if I know, the girl is standing a few feet behind me. (She is observing me, with invested interest.)
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She had closed the doors to the wardrobe.
I had turned around, walking over to the bed; standing by the night stand.
“Pick up the glass of water and take a small sip, then you pick up the white pill and slip it into your mouth; before you swallow it, with a large sip of water..” she suggests; “then drink the rest of the water!” she concludes.
I pick up the glass in my right hand, taking a small sip of the water; before I pick up the white pill on the night stand and slip it into my mouth, swallowing it with a large sip of water. I stand still, swallowing, before I am drinking the rest of the water the glass was containing. Of course; now the glass is empty, as I had swallowed the last of the water it had been containing.
“There, good Girl!” she compliments me, as I had just swallowed the pill and drunk the water.
“Just leave the glass, where you found it..” she is suggesting; before she is opening the door, to the living room.
“This is so much fun..” the girl ponders; “and almost too easy..” she continues; “but also very entertaining and rewarding!” she concludes.
I am following her into the living room, only stopping by the LED screen on the wall before me.
“Perfect..” the girl pronounces.
“Put this on your right index-finger, before you insert it into your anus!” she is suggesting, (as if it had been the most natural thing in the world).
I am accepting the silicone-white silicone Character-Tube she is offering me; slipping the tube onto my extended index-finger, before I insert the tube into my anus. (Well, she had told me to; so it is natural, for me to do as she had instructed me.)
She is observing me, from behind; as I am inserting the tube, as she had suggested.
“Let’s have some fun, shall we..” she utters; “insert this into your anus, as I am watching!” she suggests, as she is presenting me with a purposefully sized mate white smooth plastic tube.
While I do look at the item she is proffering for a moment; but then I still do insert it, as she had suggested. I feel the hard plastic slipping in, into my anus from behind, reaching about a third of an inch in. It still stays firmly in place for the duration.
Just as I had inserted the plastic tube, I feel a cold, slippery and wet finger entering through the inserted tube. She is carefully caressing the Character-Tube from the edge of the inserted plastic and all the way beyond the silicone-white silicone-tube.
I stay still, almost as if I had never felt her touching me in the first place.
“There..” she exclaims, before she is extracting the plastic tube; “Feels good?” she is inquiring.
“Yes.” I respond.
I can sense the Character-Tube progressing further and further inside, just as I can feel the silicone-white silicone spreading outwards. (It’s a strange, unfamiliar sensation; I had never experienced anything quite like this, but I guess this should have been expected!)
As the tube is spreading, my body is slowly taking the form of the character: Rarity.
Only in this state, I don’t react; even if I am quite acutely aware, of what is happening. (Even if I neither know what is happening to me, nor understand what is happening right now.)
Slowly, the transformation is progressing; turning me into the Rarity, she had instructed me to become. (Even if she had never used these words, but merely presented me with the tube I had just inserted.)
The most obvious, is the smooth silicone white skin; but I find myself taking on the beautiful visage of Rarity in the flesh. (Nothing I could do, about it now; she had applied the care-oil onto the tube responsible for the transformation, in the first place.)
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“We could have done this, in your sleep; but it is more fun to have you doing it to yourself, as you will not remember what happened to her, by tomorrow!” she is informing me.
“Remember who?” I inquire, while my confusion is becoming evident on my facial expression.
“Oh, yes; but of course..” she exclaims; “that’s the point; you don’t know the girl and now you never will!” she suggests.
“Oh, okay..” I respond.
“Your name is Rarity Philligree..” she is reminding herself, as she is informing me of who I am..
“Then, I will not worry about her..” I respond, smiling.
“Exactly!” she is pronouncing.
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“Time to introduce you, to your wardrobe..” she suggests.
“Oh, okay!” I respond, as I am following her back to my wardrobe.
As she had opened the doors to my nighttime wardrobe, she is extracting a pair of matching silicone-white silicone panties.
“You love wearing these..” she suggests; “and you can’t stand it, without these plugs inside!” she is concluding.
I am eagerly accepting the proffered panties, as she is handing them over to me. I eagerly step into the panties, right and left; pulling them all the way up, greeted by the sensation of the plugs introducing themselves in the process.
“Oh, oh.. Oh!” I exclaim; “Delicious..” I continue, as I am experiencing the plugs slipping into my vaginal and anal orifice in the process; “delicious!” I conclude.
As the plugs are slipping in, I find myself contracting; sensing both the slippery plugs and the wet lubrication, in the process. (The further these plugs slip in, the tighter I find myself; just as the contraction is growing stronger and more pronounced, in the process.)
In the end, the plugs plop and firmly rivet themselves into me.
I am affording the panties a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; once I had pulled them all the way up.
“I do enjoy, how tight these plugs make me feel while inside!” I proclaim.
“Excellent.. Excellent!” she ponders; “Exactly..” she pronounces; “and this effect is accumulative; so it will just grow more pronounced, over time..” she is informing me.
“Oh, oh..” I mouth; "delicious!” I conclude.
“Lift up your right hand, then extend your index-finger..” she suggests; “now press the tip of the finger onto the top of your mound!” she is suggesting.
“Oh, okay!” I mouth, as I follow her suggestion, only to feel the tip of my finger slipping an inch into the hidden orifice.
“Pinch yourself, and pull your hand out!” she suggests.
“Oh, okay!” I respond, as I am following her suggestion; tentatively pulling, only to experience the plug pulling at my mound.
“The plugs are designed; to rivet themselves in your Anus and Vagina, respectively!” she is informing me; “Ensuring you, that they will not slip out of you, before you want them to; thanks to the lubrication, applied to your plugs!” she concludes.
“Oh, oh.. Okay!” I respond.
”It is time, to present you with your very own Body Double..” she suggests; “your Twin Rarity, as it were!" as she is presenting me with the USB stick. (“Rarity Philliegree” the label reads, while I clearly can see the image in my, Rarity’s likeness on one side of the USB stick)
Naturally, I am accepting what she is giving me since I still am under the influence of the drug I had been exposed to earlier.
“Slip it into the slot, then watch her emerge from the screen!” she is instructing me.
As I am inserting the USB stick into the slot, I can see the image of Rarity on the screen. “Rarity Philliegree”
Over time, she is growing from the flat 2d image into the voluminous 3d image before me as she is stepping out of the screen before me. She is hovering in the air for a brief moment, with vacant eyes; before she is becoming conscious and slips down to the floor before me.
“Oh, oh.. Okay!” I respond.
”It is time, to present you with your very own Body Double..” she suggests; “your Twin Rarity, as it were, as she is presenting me with the USB stick. (“Rarity Philliegree” the label reads, while I clearly can see the image in my, Rarity’s likeness on one side of the USB stick)
Naturally, I am accepting what she is giving me since I still am under the influence of the drug I had been exposed to earlier.
“Slip it into the slot, then watch her emerge from the screen!” she is instructing me.
As I am inserting the USB stick into the slot, I can see the image of Rarity on the screen. “Rarity Philliegree”
Over time, she is growing from the flat 2d image into the voluminous 3d image before me as she is stepping out of the screen before me. She is hovering in the air for a brief moment, with vacant eyes; before she is becoming conscious and slips down to the floor before me.
“Greetings, Rarity..” she exclaims; “call me Rarity!” she concludes.
“Greetings, Rarity..” I respond; “you can call me Rarity, as well!” I conclude.
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“Take well care of one-another!” she is instructing Rarity and me.
“Of course!” we chorus, in response.
With that, the girl is stepping out of the room; leaving us to enjoy the rest of the night.
I guess this is, where my first true memories as Rarity is being formed.
Just after the girl had left me alone, with my personal body-double. Just after, I had summoned Rarity from the screen before me.
However, I can no longer recall her entering the room. I feel, as if she had stepped into the room from the adjacent room. (Nothing special about it.)
“We should be having something to eat..” she is suggesting.
While it isn’t the girl who is instructing me, but her suggestion is still resonating with what I feel. It isn’t, as if I had been acting under the influence now; but simply accepted a suggestion, because it had been what I had wanted all along.
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Evening
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