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// A Morning, and a New Life: 4 
// Story: Rearity's Fashion (Alt Nick) 
// by Ponyess 
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	I had just red a few pages the other night.  I had pushed the book aside; placing it on my nightstand, before I fell asleep.



Waking up early, not quite sure where I am; but soon recognizing the room, in which she had deposited me.  My room, my home.  This is where I am to spend the free time, each and every day; from now until I'm graduating, or she pushes me out, if I fail; for whatever reason.

I momentarily push all thoughts of the future aside, just enjoying how fresh I feel after a night's sleep.  I had apparently slept much better than I had expected in my bed.  If it is the suit, or the bed; but I feel rested.

Pushing the quilt to the side, feeling it stop by the wall before I sit up; placing my feet on the floor.  It's smooth and slippery, and as I look down; it's still the same shiny black, almost as it had been covered by an inch of water.

As I look down at the floor, where my feet had gathered, I see the same smooth surface as I feel under the soles of my still bare feet.  Of course I keep the nails of my toes cut short, and filed down smoothly; while I never cared to polish them or add colour with a varnish or lacquer.  Why bother?  They are too small, and you never really do see much of them; unless you are bare foot.  I have no particular problems with my small girlish and well-rounded feet as per see.  I am neither proud of them, or particularly dissatisfied with them.

My skirt is exactly what I had made it into, a solid and seamless garment, crafted out of smooth and shiny rubber.  I had included the white panties, but they are just as smooth as they were the day before.

The one strange thing to stick out, is the tail she gave me the day before.  Something to get used to, but nothing that I can permit to get in the way; even if I guess it could prove useful, if I do learn how to use it to the full extent at any time.  Was the gift a thoughtful one, or a test for me; in order to see how I handled the change in my situation.  She had forced me to change my previously fairly simple designs, after all.

I had made myself a skirt with integrated panties, and a top to go with it.  Only then I had made myself a pair of gloves, as an afterthought.  Yet, I had ignored or overseen my feet entirely; for whatever reason, even if it may be a slight oversight on my part.

Looking around, the floor is merely smooth and covered with that latex polish; maybe I don’t need to wear any footwear, and why would I need to hide my feet in shame.



I carry the bock to the desk and sit down, reading several more pages in the book apparently left in the room for my benefit, or if it was a mere oversight.  Yet, I do find the book interesting.  If it is worth my time, or if it is a part of a test, who’s to say?

Of course there are beautiful engravings illustrations, scattered throughout the pages of the entire book.  Not more than could have been motivated; but they are there for a reason, other than beautifying the book in general.

The book doesn’t explain my situation, or the means she had used in order to adorn me with the tail I am to live with from now on.  What I see, are girls prancing around in beautiful and oftentimes creative and always perfectly crafted suits.  I guess I could seek inspiration in the tale I have before me, just as much as mere entertainment from the story I had been left with.

Naturally, there is another challenge before me; I need to focus on what I have before me, while I leave enough free to think ahead and to be prepared for anything out on the right and left hand at any moment.  This is after all the field I had chosen for myself, and it would never do to ruin the next creation; merely due to not foreseeing; what was just one step too far out of sight.



I closed the book, placing a clean sheet of paper as a mark.  If it is a prediction, or if it is due to hearing a sound too quiet to pin down exactly; but I had closed the book carefully, at the page I am currently at.  There is a beautiful engraving on the second page of the look-up.  Maybe the better reason would have been, in order to save the joy of seeing the image?

Only now, I am utterly certain I do hear the sounded of steps closing in on my door.  The door to the room in which I live; where I sleep and study, when I don’t have her eyes upon me.

“Clip, clop.. clip, clop!” her steps sounded like; until she stopped, just before my door and gave it a quiet, yet decisive knock.

I rose from the chair, quietly and walked to the door with measured and dignified steps; no point in hurrying and I imagine I need to maintain the style to dignify my stay and position as her apprentice.  I don’t know exactly what she is looking for, which means I could take no chances.

“Good morning!” I greeted her, as I see her face behind the door.

“Good morning, my new apprentice!” she responded, as she turned on her heel and continued towards the dining hall.

“You slept in the suit, I take it!” she added, as she continued towards the intended destination.

“Yes, but of course!” I responded, with little more than a moment to contemplate; just enough not to sound too eager, and not enough to make me sound ignorant or irreverent in any manner.

“If it helps you to sleep, it would give me more to go on; when I judge the quality of your first work for me!” she pointed out in a light and approving voice, as she continued down the hall.

As I follow her just one step behind, I used my right hand in order to examine the skirt and the left hand along the top.  I could find no seams, and the material is just as smooth as it had been the day before; there are no signs of wear and tear, just as there are no signs of complications with the designs.  Unless you consider the emphatically emphasized nibbles, as a designer’s flaw; that is.

“I certainly did sleep well, better than I had been expected!” I proposed, as a response.

The bed I had been sleeping in does feel comfortable, and the suit I had crafted the other day had not had any influence to the contrary either.  As a matter of fact, I barely did feel the suit right now.

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