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// A New Adventure: 5 
// Story: The Gift of a Changeling 
// by Kentavritsa 
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I had just slipped out of the daytime wears Rarity had selected for me, just after I had arrived.  As expected, she had made good choices; directing me to put on, what she had handed me.

Just as when she selected what I was to wear, she stacked away the clothes; only now, my old clothes were not to be seen in the wardrobe.  She told me the clothes would be packed for me to take with me, when I am checking out in a week.  I had accepted her explanation.  Well, why not?.




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She is closing the wardrobe, before she is stepping over to the other wardrobe and opens the door before me.

“Since you have disrobed, it is time for you to put on your nighttime wears!” she prompts.

“Red!” I exclaim.

“Yes, metallic bloody red for girls!” she confirms.

“Oh, okay...” I respond, peering into the wardrobe to see what I am looking forwards to wear all night.

“These should be your size!” she suggests, as she is extracting a pair of panties for me to wear.

“Rarity” the label reads; “Equine” the subtitle reads; “Generous Mare” the second subtitle reads.

She is extracting the indicated panties, handing them to me; “Thank you, Rarity!” I respond, as I am accepting the proffered panties.

As I have accepted the panties, I am stepping into them right and left; only to afford the garment a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.  As I am letting go of the material of the panties, I can feel the now familiar tightness quite clearly; almost like hearing the voice of an old friend, speaking to me.  It is no surprise, but feels almost like a comforting pat on the shoulder.

“Should I have been expecting this?” I question, in my head.

“Try these on, Myne; should be perfectly you, or you try something else on, tomorrow!” she suggests, as she is extracting the matching top, presenting it before me.

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

“Just how elastic are these?” I inquire, as I am reaching out my right hand and accept the proffered top.

“Just put it on, you are not breaking it..” she promises, as I am pulling the top down over my head; “and just like the panties, it is crafted to fit your body perfectly!” she explains; while I am affording the garment a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.

“See?” she inquires; “feels genuinely natural, doesn't it?” she then adds.

“I barely feel it..” I respond; “almost as if I had been wearing nothing, but I can still feel it on my skin!” I then conclude.

“Exactly!!” she points out; “almost as if it had been body-paint, applied onto your skin!” she then snickers.

“You are not supposed to feel the make-up on your face!” I reflexively respond, with a nervous giggle to my voice.

“Only prosthetic stage make-up is ever felt more than a few minutes, Myne!” she declares, with a knowing grin.

With the panties and the top on, the two garments effectively counts as a one-piece bathing suit covering my entire body comfortably.  Had I seen my reflection in a mirror, my body would be coated in the red silicon she had offered me.

“Here!” she suggests; as she is handing me the right and left stocking, matching the suit I am wearing.

“Rarity” the label reads; “Full-length Toe Stockings” the subtitle reads; “Generous - Highly Effeminate” the second subtitle reads.

“Thank you, Rarity!” I respond, as I am accepting the proffered stocking from Rarity's outstretched hand.

I am lifting up my right foot as I slip it down into the sleeve of the stocking, slowly pushing the foot down; only putting the foot onto the floor, as the foot had slipped all the way down with my toes in their designated places.  I accept the second stocking, repeating the process; only to find myself standing on my own too feet, wearing the red and highly glossy stockings.

“How's that, Myne? She inquires, as she is pointing at the mirror on the back of the door to the wardrobe; “How does it feel?” she then continues.

“Whoa!!” I exclaim, as I watch my reflection; instinctively smacking my rump with my right hand, before I let my left hand caress the thigh.

I feel the slippery, smooth surface under the skin of my bare hands; just as I had felt the effect the ensemble is having upon me, as I am wearing it.  Just that I don't feel the border, or a seam between the panties and the stockings as if I had been wearing tights or pantyhose.

“Curious..” I exclaim; "but I do enjoy it!” I then continue.

“You have gloves, to go with these?” I inquire.

“But of course I have the matching gloves too!” she responds, as she had extracted the requested garments while I was examining myself.

“Thank you, Rarity!” I exclaim, as I am accepting the proffered gloves.

As I am slipping my right hand into the glove, I find it eagerly swallowing my hand; as my hand slides all the way in, and my fingers slide into place as if they had been guided.  Once I had slipped the right glove on, I repeat the process with the left glove.

For a moment, I am gawking over the reflection of myself in the mirror; only to find my reflection gaze back at me, with mounting excitement.

“This is exactly why we chose the red hue, over the pink or skin-tone hue!” Rarity points out, as she is looking at me.

“It would have been weird, not to mention strange to see my reflection as if I had been nude!” I respond.

“Yes, it was quite disconcerting to some girls!” she responds.

“I can very well imagine!” I declare.

“..and the once who were not fazed by it, are the once who should have been bothered the most!” she suggests.

“Wait, you don't say!!” I put forth.

“Yes, exactly!” she points out.

I just giggle.

“A final decision, before you go to bed, Myne!” she suggests.

“Which is?” I inquire; “I have the full pajamas ensemble on, right..” I then continue.

“Technically speaking, Myne; yes, you do!” she supplies; “But I have a few electives, from which you could choose one or two additional items!” she explains.

“Electives?” I inquire; “Are these the interesting choices; I can choose or ignore, as I please?” I inquire.

“Yes; that is what I have to offer you, Myne!” she explains.

“I think I want to see the elections, at the very least!” I put forth.

“Based on your choices, and my previous experiences; I think I have exactly what you are looking for, Myne!” she proposes.

“From the information you submitted, in your requests; I have gathered that you may be interested, in the Equine Ears or Muzzle!” she proposes.

“Yes, Rarity; these sound very interesting!” I respond.

“I was expecting as much, Myne..” she confirms; “so, which of these would you prefer, Myne?” she inquires; offering me the first pair of electives.

“Of course the Ears would have to be the same red hue, as the rest of the ensemble!”  I ponder, but the pink accent for the inner ear of the Equine ears is just too good to be true.

“That is an Equine muzzle?” I inquire; taken aback by the short, rounded design she is presenting me with.

“It is all the latest rage..” she confirms; “but it is also the appearance of a breed of Ponies, or Equines!” she supplies.

“Can I try the ears on?” I inquire.

“Yes, Myne; you can, if you so desire!” she concludes, presenting me with the selection accessory piece: Equine ears.

I eagerly accept the proffered item, slowly sliding it onto my head.  Surprisingly enough, the Ears find themselves nestled into my hair effortlessly.

“How do I look?” I inquire, as I sneak a peak at the reflection in the mirror before me.

“These ears are perfectly you!” she simply responds, confirming what I had already seen in the mirror.

“Yes, they are..” I respond; "I can't quite see just how comfortable I am with them!” I conclude.

Just as I could not quite see these clothes changing me, but they most certainly did change how I am feeling right now.

“Going by your expression, you would like to try on the Muzzle too?” she inquires.

“Yes, please!” I exclaim, beaming with excitement.

“This one should be perfectly you, Myne!” Rarity suggests, helping me putting it onto my face.

I notice, how the red is covering most of the lower half of my face.

“Whoa!!” I exclaim.

With only my eyes and forehead still bare, I am almost completely covered, or coated in the red silicon the ensemble had been crafted out of.

“A bit glossy, perhaps; and a bit slipper and smooth!” I ponder.

“This should conclude your first night here; unless you had anything else in mind, before you go to bed!” she puts forth.

“Uhm; yes, Rarity!” I respond, with the first hint of a yawn starting to show.

“I really love the pajamas she presented me with, now I am all giddy and excited over what tomorrow has in store for me!” I ponder.

While I permit the first yawn to escape, she is folding up the quilt on my bed for me.

Curiously enough, I had chosen a bed with a glossy, black silicone sheet.  The quilt is a three inch thick and crystal clear silicone with a highly squishy interior.

I follow her direction, walking over to my bed.  As I am sitting down on the top of the bed, I slip my legs in under the quilt and slide right in under the quilt.  With that, I am finding myself lying comfortably in my bed.

She is folding the quilt back over me, and I fall asleep shortly after my head had hit the pillow.

Of course, the pillow is the same crystal clear as the quilt covering my body.

Naturally, she had closed the doors to the wardrobe while I slide in under the quilt.  Once I am sleeping, she is slipping out of the room, stepping into the next bed room beside the one in which I am sleeping.


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