//------------------------------// // Up the Stairs: 1 // Story: Mirror Existence // by Kentavritsa //------------------------------// . I had just rendered myself a small cottage, in the same style as the once my Ponies are living in. Outwardly, it looks just like a regular cottage. I stick to the appearance, in order for the building to fit in with the surroundings. Well, why not? Why bother making a new style, when I really don't have to? Only once inside, the space is folded and compressed in a clever manner; permitting for many more and much larger rooms, than would have appeared possible. The cloaking room appears to be normal, as I am alone as I am entering the house. The floor had been laid with ceramic tiles, polished to a beautiful glossy sheen. The walls had been laid with dark oak wood panels. Just as the ceiling had been coated with a thin layer of mate black silicone to hold the pin-prick LED light star skape in place. Obviously, there is a shoe-rack, jacket hangers and hat-rack covering the wall opposing the door into the house. On the middle of the wall, I can see the door to the living room. Only, the door is lacking the handle and key hole one had been expecting. In the place of the handle; I can see a hexagonal plaque, controlling the door; just as I have an identical plaque controlling the door out. I extend my right arm, pressing the palm of my hand onto the plaque; feeling the inherent warmth of the black silicone coating the control mechanism, opening the door. As I am spreading my fingers wide, the door eagerly slide up quietly before me; in order to grant me entrance into my home, only sliding shut behind me just as I had cleared the threshold. As I enter the living room, I notice that the floor had been laid with a light oak-wood parquet; otherwise, the room itself is identical to the cloaking room I had just left behind me. I have a flight of stairs to the right and left, leading up to the second floor where my bed room is located. I had opted to use the bed room behind the first door, leaving the second room on this side to Twilight. I enter my bed room, just as I had entered the living room; stepping into the room, barely even registering how the door slid shut behind me. I have the door to the toilet on my right, mirroring the room in which Twilight had chosen. Though I guess I could as well refer to my room as the Girl's room, on the account I am a girl from birth. I have both the toilet and shower behind this door, but for now I forgo examining the facilities on the account of knowing what is behind the door. I had after all designed the building myself On my right, the plaque is red, metallic bloody red; on my left it is blue, electric metallic blue. I extend my right arm, pressing the palm of my hand onto the red plaque; spreading my fingers wide, stepping into the bed room of my choice. The rooms themselves are identical; but the room behind the red plaque is for my female form, while the room behind the blue plaque is for my male form. While I am genuinely a girl; I could choose to use either room, exiting the room as a girl, or a boy all depending on which room I had entered. This may be a bit confusing, at first; but the magic employed, is what makes this feature work. This is the cottage I had opted for us to inhabit. On second thought, there are a few details I do not recognize. Apparently, this is not purely a pony design at heart. How or why, I do not know. Should I? Why? I am simply looking forwards to experience the surprises and explore what is in store for me. Of course, I am not exploring this alone; Twilight will be experiencing this, right along with me. Whatever may happen, we will be enjoying it together for all it is worth. In my bed room, I have my bed leaning against the wall opposing the door through which I had entered; with the night stand by the side of the pillow. I have the twin doors to the wardrobe on the foot side of the bed, leaving just enough room, for me to comfortably make the bed. The room itself, is sporting the same features as the other rooms: the same floor, the same walls, and the same ceiling. The wardrobe closest to the door is holding my clothes, while the second or inner wardrobe is holding the bed linen. At first, I just see a set of regular clothes, such as I usually wear. Yes, I do have a set of nighttime clothes as well; black cotton panties and tops. All very tight and comfortable to sleep in. (If I may say so, myself) I like my clothes made in cotton. It is what I am used to, from years of experience. My bed, just as my bed stand is a deep, dark pink cherry wood. Just the way I like it. I had chosen a glossy black silicone for the sheet my bed is made with, just the same black as my night wear; my panties and my top. I have a crystal-clear silicone pillow, squishy and soft to lay my head to rest on. Like the pillow, the quilt is a matching crystal-clear. Three inches thick and cooling me as I lie to rest for the night. The pillow has Twilight's mark, just as the upper border of the quilt. Wearing nothing but my black panties and top, I fold up the corner of the quilt up against the wall; before I sit down onto my bed, sliding my feet in under the quilt and fold the corner back down over myself. I feel the weight of the quilt holding me in place, while keeping me cool. I lay my head onto the pillow and close my eyes. As I wake up, it is the following morning; I fold the quilt up against the wall, before I slide my feet out from under the quilt and sit up on my bed. “Thud thud!” is heard, as my feet hit the floor as I push myself off of my bed and stand up on my own two feet. “A new day..” I mumble to myself, as I am walking towards my wardrobe where I intend to swap into my daytime ensemble. The sun is up, the day is already warming me up. Standing before the wardrobe, I quietly open the doors in excitement of what is to come. I slide my panties down, kicking them into the wardrobe; before I am pulling my top up over my head, only to leave it on top of my panties. Had I looked down, I would have noted how Ponyo already had changed her clothes. I am wearing the white underwear; based on the accessories designed for her. With my nighttime underwear off and in a pile, I extract my white daytime panties and step into them, pulling them all the way up. Finally, affording them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. . As I had dressed up for the day, I slide the doors to the wardrobe shut and turn around; walking over to the door, lifting my right arm and extend the palm of my hand towards the plaque. I feel the gentle warmth under the palm of my hand, like a loving embrace as I am spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door; stepping out of the room, only for the door to slide shut behind me as I had cleared the threshold. Just as I had stepped out of my room, I can make out hints of commotion coming from outside my room. Slowly, in a measured gait; I walk across the floor to the door to the balcony overlooking the living room. Carefully, I open the door and step out; stopped momentarily, by the railing preventing me from falling down to the floor some seven feet below. Seven or even eight or night feet isn't all that much; but it could make a very uncomfortable fall, particularly if you are not prepared for the fall in the first place. Which you most likely are not, when you step out of your bed room. The wooden railing reaches up to my chest; just under where my breasts are, small as they may be. For a preteen, I guess I am just about the right size. I am perfectly fine with my size, nothing I pay any particular mind to, in the first place. Why? What's the point? There is a light pitter-patter of feet following me as I move towards the flight of stairs, walking down to the ground floor. Even if there may be a hint of squeaking noises to my steps in the clothes I am wearing. Well, I guess I enjoy these little noises. Why not? It is kind of part of me, so why should I be bothered? I rather like it. Halfway down the stairs, I turn my head towards the living room, where I find Rarity and Pinkie Pie siting, partaking in a discussion. “A very nice Cottage!” Rarity points out, as if she wanted me to pick it up, as a snippet in a discussion. “Yes!” Pinkie agrees. “Hello, Pinkie and Rarity!” I exclaim, as I turn towards the living room just after I had cleared the flight of stairs. “Good morning!” Rarity exclaims, and Pinkie soon echoes her greeting with her usual exuberant excitement. “Good morning..” I respond, and nice to see the two of you!” I then add. “Nice to see you too!” Rarity responds, and Pinkie nods vigorously as she is echoing the statement. “Twilight is waiting for you, downstairs!” Rarity puts forth. “Thank you, Rarity!” I respond, as I am turning towards the flight of stairs down. I hum a tune to the noises of my steps, as I continue down the flight of stairs. As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I find a fairly long hall before me. While there is another flight of stairs leading further down, I choose the hall towards where I am expecting to see Twilight Sparkle waiting for me. “Exactly how long is this hall, and just how large is this cottage?” I ponder, as I walk by the doors lining the hall. Just as I reach the door; I see it sliding up, before me. Twilight is indeed sitting by the sofa on the right of the room. She has a large pile of unsorted muffins on the table before her. The muffins lie on a plate, just waiting to be enjoyed. Trust Pinkie to fix our breakfast, and with a pile of delicious Muffins. A black Cat named Penelope is laying under the table, lazily resting. After a moment, she is moving towards the large fireplace opposing the sofa. Curiously, the fireplace is a full eight feet tall and eight feet wide. A fairly large fire is roaring comfortably in the middle of the fireplace. Penelope is lying by the fire, with a nod as if to say something. She lie down, waiting for us to finish our breakfast. “Our cat, Penelope..” Twilight explains, seems she wants to tell us something?” she then continues. I continue, enjoying the muffins Pinkie had prepared for us. “Yes, I guess she wants us to follow?” I respond, in an uncertain questioning tone. As the last muffin had been consumed, we walk over to the fire. After a minute of hesitation, the fire turns green. We step into the fire. “The leaky Cauldron” is heard, just a moment before we are stepping out of the fireplace on the other side. <---- --- --->