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As I wake up, eight hours later; I find myself comfortably in the bed, where I had fallen asleep the night before.

Everything is exactly where I had left it the day before, how utterly unexpected?

Though there is an unexpected detail, I soon realize. Not so much in the pin-prick LED sky-scape overhead; but in how the quilt remains smooth and holds me in place

Not that I had expected to fall off of the bed, or walk in my sleep; but you never know.

I feel the weight of the quilt holding me perfectly in place. Yet, I still feel comfortably cool, where I lie in bed. Yes, not on the bed, as the quilt is covering me from the neck down.

The light is fairly low, measured as if it had been in the middle of the night. Though I notice the light slowly growing brighter, a moment after I had opened my eyes. Slow, not too fast or blinding me in the process.

“Something I will simply have to get used to!” I ponder.

The door slides open, after a moment; Rarity steps into the room, before the door quietly slides shut behind her.

“Good morning, Myne; hope you have slept well!” she now greets me.

“Good morning, Rarity..” I respond; Yes, Rarity; thank you for asking!” I then continue.

“Permit me to lend you a hand..” she offers, as she is folding the corner of the quilt up towards the wall; “Time to change into your daytime wear!” she then points out.

As the quilt had been lifted from over my chest, I manage to slip my feet out from under the quilt; turning around, sitting up on my bed.

“Thank you, Rarity!” I exclaim, beaming with joy at her.

I push myself forwards on the side of the bed; “Squeak squeak” is heard, as the souls of my feet are hitting the floor, as I stand up beside my bed.

As I raise to my feet, she is walking over to the wardrobe.

“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as she is walking the short distance over to the wardrobe, only for her to open the door to the nighttime wardrobe and turning to face me.

“Disrobe; please, Myne!” she prompts, as she is instructing me.

Since it makes no difference which garments I take off first, I simply start with the top; pulling it up, over my head before I offer it to her. She accepts the garment, putting it away for the day. Even if I most likely will never see this specific top again.

“Rarity” the Label reads; “A Cup” the subtitle reads.

As the subtitle had stated, my breasts are fairly small, matching an A Cup. Of course, it is a Design Rarity had forwarded to the wardrobe in my bed room. What had I been expecting.

Once she had accepted the top, I slip my fingers in under the rim of my panties; slipping them down, only to kick them up and offering them to Rarity. As expected, she is accepting the panties and slip them away.

I slip the right and left gloves off of my arms, before I offer them to Rarity. She is eagerly accepting them, as she is watching me with interest.

Finally, I come to the stockings; slipping them off of me right and left, before I offer them to her.

“There; almost nude, Myne..” she puts forth, indicating for me to continue.

She is reaching out, booping me on the tip of my muzzle; before she is caressing my right ear, for but a moment.

“Oh, yes. I had almost forgotten about them; but I guess I should complete my disrobing, to be perfectly nude?” I inquire.

“Yes, Myne; that would be best, you know!” she responds, snickering in bemusement.

“Though I feel as if it would be better; to ask you to help me, completing the process if you did not mind!” I put forth.

“Oh, yes; I could do that, Myne!” she confirms; “If this is what you want?” she then inquires.

I just nod, whereupon she slowly extract the Ears from on top of my head; slipping them away, before she is repeating the process with my muzzle.

Only now, she is once more booping me on the tip of my muzzle; before she is caressing my right and left ear in turn, just to make the point.

“I felt that!!” I exclaim, as my ears twitch in reaction to the touch of the tips of her fingers.

“Excellent, excellent..” she exclaims; “That is good!” she concludes.

As my hands fly up to the sides of my face; I instantly notice what is missing, my human ears are no longer where I recall them being the night before.

“Eeep!” I exclaim, as I realize what had happened.

“Yes, exactly!” she merely snickers, in bemusement.

“What had you been expecting, Myne; that you would have two pair of ears, four ears now?” she inquires.

“Wait, what?” I inquire; “I never even thought of that!” I then point out.

“So long as you are comfortable with your appearance, Myne; everything is fine, and nothing to worry about!” she explains.

“Oh, of course..” I respond; “silly me, but why would I have four ears in the first place?” I inquire.

Since I had disrobed, and she had slipped the ensemble away; she is closing the doors to the wardrobe, before she is turning to the other wardrobe and opens the doors.

“These panties should be perfectly you, during the day, Myne!” Rarity explains; as she is handing me over the panties she had just extracted, from within the wardrobe.

“Thank you, Rarity!” I respond; as I am accepting the proffered panties, stepping into them right and left.

Only to afford the panties a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“The black underwear would go just right for you!” she concludes; as she is handing me the top of brassiere she had just extracted for me from my wardrobe.

“Thank you, Rarity!” I respond; as I am accepting the proffered top, lifting up my arms and pull it down over my head.

Only to afford the top a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“Your new stockings!” she informs me; as she is handing me the stockings she had just extracted from my wardrobe.

“Thank you!” I respond; as I am accepting the proffered stockings, stepping into them right and left.

I enjoy the slippery and smooth surface of the stocking swallowing my foot and leg as the foot slides inside the stocking; before I can finally set the foot down onto the floor, just after my toes had slipped into their respective places effortlessly.

Now I just repeat the process, slipping the left stocking on; before I can enjoy the comfort, of standing on my own two feet. Curiously enough, the stockings had found the perfect fit on their own; leaving me to enjoy and explore the sensations and experience, of wearing them for the rest of the day.

“I could have offered you the skirt first, but you will enjoy putting the gloves on first!” she explains, as she is handing me the gloves she had just extracted from the wardrobe.

“Thank you!” I respond, as I am accepting the proffered gloves; eagerly slipping them on right and left, enjoying the feel of the gloves sliding over my skin in the process.

Just as with the stockings, the gloves slide up all the way as if on their own accord; covering my arms all the way up to my shoulders, with my fingers being pushed into their respective positions without my conscious thought or effort. This is a bit curious and would have been scary, if it had not been for the fact that I chose to put them on by myself. Even if Rarity had chosen them on my behalf, but I trust her judgment. Shouldn't I?

“Since you have changed, it is time to dress up for your day!” she now points out, handing me the black Blouse she had just extracted from the wardrobe.

“Thank you!” I respond, as I am accepting the proffered skirt; stepping into it and pulling it up, only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“I did not know Rarity was such an expert on clothes and style!” I ponder, as I am giggling at the image before me.

Of course, I feel the skirt clinging tightly around my waist and hips now; it is unavoidable, with just how tight it is. Not that I mind, but I guess I still just have to get used to it and how it feels.

“This is the final piece, for you to wear indoors!” she points out, as she is handing me the skirt she had just extracted from the wardrobe.

“Thank you!” I respond, as I am accepting the proffered blouse she had just handed to me.

From there, I slip my right and left arm in through the respective sleeve; before I am buttoning it up from the first to the last button just under the collar.

“Beautiful!” she exclaims, as she is looking me over from top to bottom, with a proud smile.

“Yes, it is..” I respond; “and it feels surprisingly comfortable, even if it will take me a while to get used to these and the tight fit!” I respond.

“It's the nature of new clothes.” she proclaims; "these are not just new clothes, though; but an entirely new ensemble, of a style you could never have tried on before!” she then explains.

“Oh..” I respond; “but they are so comfortable, even if they are less than familiar!” I ponder.

“Since you are properly dressed up..” she puts forth; “it is time for breakfast!” she points out, reminding me of the time.

“So it is..” I respond; “Could we order in?” I inquire; “We do have seats for both of us, in the sofa; and I am up for a breakfast buffet, right now!” I then point out.

“Yes, we do have more than enough room, in the sofa!” she agrees.

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A girl looking like Rarity had just arrived with the Breakfast buffet, standing by the wall as we enjoy our meal.

“Looks delicious!” I exclaim, as I am looking over the spread of food presented.

“This presentation is superb!” Rarity is complimenting.

“Thank you!” the girl exclaims.

“I’ll try the Orange juice first!” I suggest, watching the girl filling up a glass of freshly squeezed Orange juice in my glass.

“Of course!” the girl supplies.

“Thank you!” I respond, as I am about to take my first sip of the juice.

Rarity had chosen to accept, to share the meal with me. Of course, the meal is much more enjoyable; if shared with a companion, or in good company in general.

I can clearly see the girl lighting up, as she is enjoying the company. Even if it is just soaking up as much ambient Love, as possible; as she is serving us the breakfast.

Not as if I could blame her. Besides; her face is quite cute; particularly, as she is enjoying the company.

“Could you prepare some tea, please!” Rarity suggests.

“Of course!” the girl responds, whereupon she is brewing Tea for the both of us.

Once the tea is ready; she is placing a cup before Rarity and me; before she is pouring up a fresh cup of steaming hot tea, for the both of us.

“If it is a buffet, I want to try all the juices..” I ponder; “Could you pour a glass of each of the juices, you brought for us?” I inquire.

“Yes, but of course!” the girl responds, as she is placing a glass for each of the juices before me, and Rarity.

Once she had finished placing the glasses on the table; she pours juice in each of the glasses, a different juice in each of the glasses.

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The girl had been smiling from the moment she entered my field of vision, as if her smile is a part of the product; it kind of is, after all. I enjoy her cute smile. At least, to me; her smile feels genuine, as if she was enjoying herself right now. If only I knew.

Maybe I should go as far, as to call her pretty of beautiful. I certainly enjoy her presence, in the room; just as I am enjoying her appearance, quite a lot. Well, why not? (Could I have a Photo, of her and the cute smile?)

Though I guess I should say, she does look as if she had had a glass too much; before the meal is concluded, and she can retreat.