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I had gone to bed, late last night. There had been nothing unusual, and I had no cause of concern or fear. Now, I guess my initial sense of security had been wrong.
There had been no thought, of what I had just woken up to. Why? Why should one fear, what is not supposed to happen? I had expected to wake up, in my own bed. Nothing special should happen to me, during the night, or the day following the night.
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As I wake up, the room is still dark. I imagine it is very early, but without opening my eyes or seeing a watch; how am I to know?
Still, there is no escaping the sensation of the clean, sleek bed-linen. The pillow is suspiciously soft, under my head.
Once I finally do open my eyes, I find the room still in twilight. Almost good for sleeping, but I am not sleepy. I should not claim to be fully awake, but enough to climb out of bed.
I may not see much, but what I do see of myself; is exactly as I recall it from the day before. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that is sticking out.
As I wear nothing, but a pair of panties and a fairly skimpy top; I fold the quilt aside towards the wall, before I slide my feet out from under the quilt and sit up. Nothing wrong with the white cotton clothes, they are quite fine to wear to bed. Comfortable enough, to permit me to sleep all night.
From a sitting position, I manage to raise to my feet and stand up comfortably. Like this, I scan the room in what is still a relative darkness. Maybe the light from outside is starting to make itself known, but it is still a solid twilight. My night vision is not quite cutting through the darkness, I can’t really see all that much.
The first I can see, at least making out enough to orient myself; is the door and the wardrobe, at the foot-end of my room. My room, since it should be where I had been sleeping; but, I am also alone in the room. Thus, this is my room, until I know otherwise.
There is a light-switch, by the side of the door. I manage to walk the few steps over, before I reach out and attempts to turn the light on. Thankfully, the light is merely decorative; or, I would have been instantly blinded by the light I could have been expecting.
With the light on, in the room; I can finally make a reasonable assessment, of what is the room I had found myself. This is clearly not the room in which I had fallen asleep, and nothing in the room is actually mine. Not even the panties or the top I am wearing.
While I know something is off, I still hope to have something more fitting to wear; so that I can step out of the room, do something other than sit on my room. Maybe this is a hotel-room, and I just could not recall checking in? I am bound to have something to wear, hidden within the wardrobe?
While it is not what I recall, or what I had been hoping for; maybe there is something, anything better than what I am currently wearing?
Walking from the door, the few steps over to the wardrobe; I reach out, pulling the doors open. The wardrobe is at least not empty.
There are three hangers in the wardrobe, from which a single suit is hanging. A white, a purple and a pink one; respectively. Not quite a bathing-suit, and the material certainly is not that of the bathing-suit; more sophisticated, something I could wear openly as I walk out of the room. Is this a body, or possibly a piece of an ensemble or suit?
The material feels sleek and smooth, possibly like rubber, or some similar material. As I choose the white one, it hit me the colour is considered alabaster. I have no idea, how or why I know this; but that is what the colour is called. I only step out of the panties, before I step into the suit; pulling it up, giving it a few tentative tugs in order to ascertain the proper fit.
“Why do I feel beautiful?” I ponder; “I am fabulous!” I continue.
While the garment was never mine, but it still feels better to wear it. Am I Rarity? The material is silicone.
Emboldened by the first success, I pick up what initially seems to be a pair of matching sleeves, but soon proves to be a pair of full-length fingerless gloves in matching style. The same complementary silicon.
As I pull up the right glove, I experience the tight-hugging firmness of the glove. It eagerly slide all the way up over my elbow on the way up towards the shoulder.
Without a second thought, I repeat the process; pulling the left glove on, only affording it a few tentative tugs in order to ascertain the perfect fit.
While the gloves are quite tight, I barely gave it a thought; enjoying the feeling, knowing just how fabulous and beautiful I am. I like being beautiful, even if I never had put effort into it or even given it a thought before.
Everything just feels right. Could I pass up what the ensemble given me already, and what it is promising me?
“I do have a pair of stockings left, to put on!” I ponder, as I look back into the wardrobe.
I extract the right stocking, stepping right into it with growing confidence; feeling the sleek and smooth material slide over my skin, swallowing my foot whole. I repeat the process, as I step into the left stocking and thus completing the transformation.
Affording the thigh-high stockings a few tentative tugs, in order to ascertain the perfect fit. Nothing less could have been expected from me now.
Without a second thought, I close the wardrobe behind myself; as I leave the wardrobe and turn towards the door, out of the room.
As I walk the short distance towards the door, my skin has turned the same alabaster hue as the ensemble I am wearing. I had not noticed, but I have no mirror to see my reflection in. I do not care, it is unimportant.
Furthermore, I now have the light blue to cyan eye-shadows and curled up, black eye-lashes. Had I looked down, I would have seen the mark of the three stylized diamonds in formation, right there on my thighs.
Being a Unicorn, I light up my horn and reach for the handle, opening the door without a thought. Elegant, convenient. A ladylike manner, I am already familiar and comfortable with. I had never been clumsy or a klutz before, so I guess I had no real change on that part.
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