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// In the Process: 1 
// Story: Starlight's Conversion Bureau 
// by Ponyess 
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    I had been signed up for the process of conversion.  Whether I like it, or not; makes no difference, I am required to accept this in order to enjoy my life as I see fit.  Not everyone does agree, but in the end; you will still realize, that it was for the better.

    Once I had come to the realization, I had accepted the situation.  I had reported at the lobby of the spa.  Now I had just walked down the flight of stairs; to the intimate, private part of the spa where the conversions are performed.

    “Greetings, Miss Squish!” Aloe exclaims, as she steps into the waiting room.

    “Hello, Aloe!” I merely respond; raising to my feet, as she enters the room.

    “I am Aloe!” she presents herself; “Right this way, to the massage room!” she continues.

    “Okay!” I respond; “But, why did you not explain this, earlier?” I inquire.

    “Massage, sounds nice; this is a spa, after all!” I ponder, as I follow her through the door and into the long hall.

    As expected, the hall is lined with doors on the right and left.

    I notice, how she is extending her fight hand; pressing the palm of the hand on the plaque, spreading her fingers in order to open the door for the both of us.  The plaque itself is just a black surface, glistering in the light.  It is coated with a semi liquid latex rubber.  This system securely identifies Aloe, as the operator of the room behind the door.

    Once the pink door with cyan borders slide up to the right and left, she enters the room.

    “Right this way, please!” she invites me.

    I step into the room, and she retracts her hand; before she enters the room and closes the door behind me.  While I did not notice it, but she closes the door in the same manner as she had opened it.  Only now she is pressing her fingers together, instead of spreading them.

    Naturally, this room is decorated in her colours; as opposed to the rooms on the other side of the hall, where it is Lotus’ colours on the wall.

    There is a gurney, in the middle of the open room.  On the right side, I can clearly see a line of doors, hiding various items and tools of her trade.  Massage oils, naturally, and whatever other items she may need to perform her art.  On the frame of the gurney, I can see the reflections in the clear, squishy rubber cushion.  It is glossy, glistering; even in the sparse and intimate light of the room.

    In place of lit candles, I can see clear orbs glowing on delicate, and highly ornate silver torch holders.  The orbs comes in a variety of hues, from the light hue, all the way up to the warm yellow.  Lights are dancing and intermingles freely in the room.

    “I need you to dissrobe, since my massage requires your skin to be entirely bare!  I hope this will not bother you, Miss!” she explains; “This is required, by the regulations; and I am truly sorry, if this is bothering you in the least!” she continues.

    “Oh, okay; of course, and not at all!” I respond, giggling nervously; uncertain as to the exact intent of what is before me.

    “The first wardrobe, by the door!” she now points out.

    “Ah, thank you, Aloe!” I respond; as I open the door, to my wardrobe.

    Inside the wardrobe, I find two entirely separate compartments; one intended for me to store my clothes, and the other storing the garments I am intended to wear, for the duration of my stay here.  Just as I had been told, I do not wear more than my dignity requires.  Outside, it is warm; I do not need any winter wears, or extensive clothing.

    I imagine her, looking the other way, while she is waiting for me to disrobe; not that it would make any real difference, since she will see and touch every inch of my body in just a moment.  She is a spa Pony, comfortable and highly capable in her craft as a masseuse.  Nothing to worry about, she will not stumble or fumble around while ogling or staring at me.  At least, I do have this much to be grateful for.  Don’t I?  I am looking forwards to the massage, naturally; it is a treat, to enjoy her fingers over my body.

    I pull my top off of me, over my head; hanging it on the first hanger, placing the used hanger back in the wardrobe.

    Now I slip my skirt down and pick it up; hanging it onto the next hanger, slipping the hanger in beside the first one.  This is easy, almost too easy.

    I pull my shoes of, right and left; placing them on the floor of the wardrobe.  Now I continue, pulling my socks off of my feet, right and left; slipping them into the shoes, right and left.

    With that, I continue to my brassiere and pull it off of my chest; before I hang it onto the next hanger, slipping the hanger in after the second one with my skirt on it.

    Now I slop the panties down, stepping right out of them; before I kick them up and catch them, slipping them in under the skirt on the second hanger in the wardrobe.

    “Nude, finally!” I ponder.

    “Okay, I have disrobed!” I declare.

    “Good, I have just warmed up your massage oil!” Aloe explains; as she is turning towards me on the other side of the bed, as she had just finished heating the clear gel intended for my massage.

    “Perfect!” I respond, as I turn towards the bed and take a step towards her.

    Naturally, the gel had reached 37 degrees; or 100 Fahrenheit, just as I had finished undressing.  If it is just convenient; or if it is practice on her part?  Either way, it is still warming my heart.