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Summary

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I wake up, in the middle of the night; the inspiration buzzing in my head, as if I had an entire hive of Muses swarming (in) my head. Once I had opened my eyes, I can’t go back to sleep. (The buzzing of ideas is like a splitting headache; very uncomfortable, once it had taken hold. There is but the one thing to do, spill it onto the canvas in my basement; giving the angry Hornets their due, so they can finally let me go back to sleep!!)

Wearily I slip out of bed, quietly; slipping out of the room, lest the buzzing grows even angrier than it already is.

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As I had snuck out of bed, leaving my bed room in a haste; I had nothing on, hoping against all hope: I was not to be seen. (It’s very unseemly, for a lady like me; to be seen out of decent clothes, like this!)

At least, this in the middle of the night; so I can hope, I had not been seen. On the other rubbery hoof, this is a problem; because it is in the middle of the night, or I would have been properly dressed up, in the first place.

At least; bare feet are very quiet, when you try to sneak away. (like this)

Once I had reached the door, to my private corner; where I am sketching up the designs and craft my suits, I raise my right hand (extending the palm of the hand and spread my fingers wide, in order to open the door).

The door quietly slides up before me, quietly and I step into the room; only for the door to eagerly slide shut behind me, just as I had cleared the threshold.

Since this is not the work room, it is delightfully free of clutter. I take the door to the right: the Drawing room; walking up to the seat, preparing myself for what is ahead. (Pleasing the Muse, in order to be able to have a few hours of sleep!)

“Thank Celestia; the sketch board is fully stacked up, for a late night session!” I exclaim; quietly, under my breath.

While I make absolutely certain, I never do run out of the supplies; but if there are no sheets upon which to sketch ready, on demand; I am coming to a screeching halt, incapable of progressing. (Ending up with a severe headache in the process.)

Once seated, I pick up the pencil in my right hand, leaning over the sketch board, as I begin to sketch up the first Idea, coming to mind. (In this case; draw up one plump bar stool, by the bar.)

I’m drawing up the idea, step-by-step; the stool by the bar, is the backdrop by which I am working my first idea. (Since it is the scenario, in which my current idea had been intended to work in.) Something chick, for a bar hop. (Sounds out of place? One needs to look just right, when entering the bar in style.)

Once I have the stool, by the bar; I start to sketch myself, sitting on the bar stool.

From there; I am drawing myself with a pair of white panties and brassiere. I am detail-oriented; every detail has to be just right, or the house of cards will tumble.

Now I draw the black, highly glossy and smooth stockings on the girl, that is me. Only adding a single line, over the middle of the thighs. (These are intended to be Full-length stockings.) Next step, is the gloves, in a deep purple, matching my hair. I am adding the same line on these gloves, naturally. (Just as I am adding all the specific details on the gloves, indicating the tight fit and the chick girl by the bar.)

I draw her in a Thigh-length Mini-dress, matching these gloves. (I find myself giggling, in excitement; as I am completing the ensemble of the girl, sitting on this bar-stool. {Could you blame me?})

The girl is slipping her feet into a pair of highly elegant pair of high heels, but without the heels. (The heels are just so uncouth, considering what they are doing to her feet over time!)

Finally; I am drawing the contours of her lips, before I am applying the Metallic Electric Blue Lip-stick onto her lips. Next comes the matching eye-shadows, the Mascara and the glossy black Eye-liner. I apply the transparent Semi-mate base onto her face; before I am applying a light blue blush to her cheeks. Only to finish up, by applying a clear gloss to her nostrils. (That latest detail, I just added for the fun of it; just to add a bit of extra flare to her face, as a spur of the moment.)

“Oh, wait; I am missing something, she does need a complimentary Neck-lace or Collar!” I exclaim, as I am drawing the final accessory onto her neck. (A deep, Metallic Electric Blue and highly glossy Neck-lace with a glittery effect to it.)

I’m rather pleased with this idea. So pleased, in fact; that I am feeling an urge, to put it on. (Just to try it out; before I can continue with the next idea, buzzing in my head.)

How convenient, to be nude right now; saves me the time to undress, as I am slipping the ensemble on. (I still have to craft the ensemble, of course; because I did not have these garments on hand, before the idea struck me.)

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Once I had crafted the entire ensemble, hanging each garment up; in order for me to slip each garment on, in turn.

With the ensemble hanging before me, in the wardrobe; I intend to slip each garment on, in the same order as I had sketched them up. (I had after all sketched them up, in the order they were intended to be put on; because it is easier to apply these garments in layers, with the Under-wear as the first layer, and the consecutive layers one on top of the other.)

Since I had drawn the panties and brassier first, I extract these from within the depths of the wardrobe; stepping into the panties: right and left, before I am pulling them all the way up, affording them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. Only to enjoy the liquid elasticity of the design, in the process. (Now, I am slipping the brassier down over my head; feeling it slide into place, before I am affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.)

I’m extracting the glossy black Full-length stockings; before I am slipping them on, right and left. Slipping the tight and clingy stocking all the way up to the middle of my thigh, as I am sitting comfortable in the chair. (I had just turned the chair, to turn my back on the Sketching-board; before I had started to slip these stockings on, enjoying the process in the privacy of my own room.)

Once I had slipped into both of the stockings; I am standing on my own two feet (Only stopping, momentarily; examining my appearance, as I am enjoying this moment!); ogling the slender legs feet and highly detailed toes and Toe-nails, before I am pulling these stockings all the way up to the crotch. (Noting the effect this is having on the appearance of my legs {and feet, of course!})

Since I had just slipped these Full-length Toe-stockings on, I am once more turning my focus towards the wardrobe extracting the Metallic Purple Full-length gloves, eagerly slipping the right hand into it with bated breath. (Finding myself almost drooling, where I stand; how unseemly, embarrassing if I had been seen right now.) At least, it would have been only too easy to wipe these garments dry; had I indeed been drooling on them.

I feel the deliciously tight material contracting around my: fingers, hands and arms in the process, as I am pulling the gloves up my arm, inch-by-inch. (Only once I had pulled the glove half-way from my elbow to my shoulder do I let go of it, relaxing; before I am repeating the process, finishing pulling the gloves the rest of the way as I have both gloves on.)

I reach my right hand into the wardrobe, only to extract the Mini-dress I had prepared for this occasion; pulling it down over my head, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. The tight material is tantalizing, as it slowly slides down my body, all the way down over my hips and down my thighs. (Still eagerly clinging to my skin.)

“Just one more item, and I am ready to go out..” I put forth; as I am extracting the collar, I had intended to complete this ensemble; “the Collar, of course; the Collar!” I conclude.

I’m eagerly pulling it down over my head, only for the tight collar to contract and find its final resting on my neck. (Sure, it is tight; as it is contracting around my neck, lightly restricting my breathing: making it feel, almost as if I had been wearing a corset; but, without the tightness around my chest.)

The smooth surface of the rubbery accessory is making itself at home, as it is holding on tightly around my neck; while I am starting to get used to this item, slowly. (Slowly, slowly; ever so slowly, but I am getting there!)

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Only now, something hits me; I am missing a few items; in order to complete this image, the look (style) I want this suit to have. (What is it, what is it, what is it?)

Before I am getting to work, sketching up the final pieces, required; I pick up a can of gel, uncapping it. Once I had placed the uncapped can of gel on the desk before me, I am dipping my Index- and Middle-fingers into the gel; reaching for my ears, slowly caressing my ears as I am rubbing it in. (There is a slight tingle, initially; as the skin of my ears starts to relax and pick up a slight sheen of rubbery artifice.) I only stop, retracting my hands from my ears; once I am sure I had managed to produce the desired effect and appearance, preparing for the final item.

I draw up the Ear-accessories, I intend to press onto my ears; for the image I had in mind, while I am considering and reconsidering the image I had in mind.

Only for me to make another sketch of myself; in the image, of the style slowly growing in my mind; just as the image and the effect of its application is growing on me and my physical form in the process.

As I had completed, what I hope is the final sketch; I produce the twin-accessories for my ears, before I am pressing them onto my ears, just as intended.

Since I had applied this accessory to my ears, as intended; I pick up another can of gel, uncapping it and placing it onto my desk.

“Oups; did I forget to cap the previous can?” I ponder, as I cap it and place it where I had found it.

With the first can safely stored away; I return to the second can, dipping the Index- and Middle-finger into the second can of gel and thus extract a sample, I carefully apply onto my Forehead. (Had I been inspired, or influenced by my Equine Counter-part, living in Ponyville, Equestria?)

Slowly, I am caressing the spot in the middle of my Forehead; applying the gel, as I am working it into my skin. (I repeat the process, until I had reached the desired result; the horn of a Unicorn.) Well, why not?

At first; it is just a small bump, clear in colour. Soon, it is growing in size; as it starts to take on the Silicone-white hue I had had in mind. (Why? Why had I delved into this?) Either way; in a sense, it is too late to question or regret the idea. (NOW!!!)

Once the horn had reached the desired size: one and a half inch in diameter, at its base and five inches in total length. It’s a beautiful, straight Triple-spire horn; worthy of a Unicorn like Rarity.

I pick up the Crystal-clear ‘Lip-liner’ and draw a line along the rim of the horn, all the way along the base of the horn. (Once I had closed the circle, I experience the horn bonding to the skin of my forehead, fusing to the cranial bone.) Now I am applying a Skin-tone gel; caressing it into the surface of the entire horn from the tip to the base and just half an inch further.

“I feel weird, but it still feels so incredibly right!” I realize.

As I finish caressing the Skin-tone concealer-gel onto my horn, it feels as natural as the rest of the skin covering my face. (How does one even put words, to this experience or how it feels right now?)

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“Oups; I believe I forgot the shoes, but I am inside!” I realize.

I pick up the right shoe and slide it onto my foot, almost as if it had been a highly elastic Rubber-shoe; but as I am letting go of the shoe, it had already adjusted to the shape of my foot. (I repeat the process, slipping the left shoe on.) As I am looking down, I can see what appears to be two purple equine hooves; matching the dress I am wearing.

“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard; as I am taking a step back from the wardrobe, before I am closing the door and turn around; “clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as I continue to walk away from the wardrobe.

It feels, as if I had been down here for ten minutes; while I had been here for over an hour, working to realize the initial image she had stuck in my mind. (Nothing to do about it, but continue working on the next idea; in order to be released, so I can finally go to bed and have a few hours of sleep.) Creative work takes time, but still.

I hear the squeaky noises, with each and every step I take; just as I am experiencing the grip they lend me, aside from the slight tug their suction is applying.

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The Sweet Time-out Suit

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Pass: "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

Ps: Enter: Password In spite of all the clingy advice, in how to create your passwords.

(One Click, or 'Clop'; as it were!)

Author's Note

Oups; it would appear, the next chapter wil be longer than I had expected.
I hope you will not mind. (even if it takes longer to publish it!)