Mixed Identity

by Kentavritsa


Accepted: 4

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“Since the presentation is out of the way, Myne; it is time for the announcement, You are accepted to the next class!” Rarity proclaims, causing me to giggle in excitement.

“Thank you, Rarity!” I exclaim; once I had finally managed to get the excitement under control, enough for me to express myself verbally once more.

“You are quite welcome, Myne!” she points out.

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“Time for breakfast!” she points out; “I hope it isn’t too early for you, Myne; and that you have a good Appetite, by the time we reach the Dining Hall!” she concludes.

“By all means..” I respond, as I turn to the door.

“That’s promising, because you will need to eat well!” she explains, as she is following me.

With that, I am extending my right hand towards the plaque; spreading my fingers wide in order to open the door, only to step out into the cloaking room with Rarity in tow. The door quietly slides shut behind us, just as Rarity had cleared the threshold.

The room is not large, but enough to hold me; with the company of both Rarity, and a few Friends.

Not that I had made any friends here, yet; but I am fairly sure, I would be making a few by the days end. Well, why not? They are all girls, just like me; eager to learn, and looking for a few new friends in the process. Or, at least it is what I had been assuming. You never know.

“Since we are going out, I am expected to wear shoes?” I inquire.

“That would be most appropriate..” she confirms; “but not an absolute requirement!” she continues; “None would complain if you were to step outside your suite barefoot..” she explains; “it is moderately warm outside, as it still is indoors!” she continues; “It will just look better, if you were to wear your shoes when you go out; I guess you could view this, as a part of class!” she finishes.

“I did have a pair of shoes, when I got here; but I can’t seem to find them, so I guess I’ll just wear the once place on my shoe-rack!” I suggest, frantically looking for the shoes I wore as I walked into the suite the other day, finding only a pair of new shoes.

“The shoes you wore, would neither fit nor be fitting for you to wear now; I offer you a pair befitting your style for the duration of your stay, while you will have the old shoes back when you leave!” Rarity explains.

“Oh, yeah; these are boys’ shoes, I can’t show my face wearing them now!” I merely concede, as it occurs to me.

“Exactly!” she confirms; “These should be just right for you to wear, considering your age!” she continues.

I pick up the right shoe, looking at the glossy red material it had been crafted out of, as I prepare to slip my foot into it. Glossy, with the same glittering effect as my blouse and skirt had been given; thus matching my current ensemble perfectly. Of course; trust Rarity to have an Eye for these details; even if I had not known it, or of it prior to her picking me up to guide me to class.

I really am going to School, as a Little Girl!” I realize; as if it had not been obvious, before.

“Since I had been permitted to go to this School; I will have to be on my best behaviour, as the little girl I am taken for!” I mumble under my breath.

I had not been given a pair of High Heels; but what had I been expecting, I am not old enough for that to be appropriate everyday wear in the first place. Naturally; these shoes had not been lacquered, they are the same Silicone as the rest of my ensemble. Just without the liquid elasticity, mostly.

The shoe eagerly slide onto my foot, swallowing it whole; just as it stays on, quite firmly. If I want to take the shoe on, I will have to make the deliberate effort.

Once I had put on the first shoe, I repeat the process with the left shoe.

“These shoes fit!” I put forth.

“But of course..” she points out; “I could not make you wear ill-fitting shoes, after I deprived you of the once you wore the day before!” she points out.

“Okay..” I respond; “that makes sense!” I continue; “But alas, how could you make the fit this close?” I inquire.

“Remember the Pajamas you wore, all night?” she inquires.

“Uhm, yes!” I respond; “Very comfortable to wear..” I put forth; “but, what about it?” I inquire.

“Since it is responsible for your current appearance..” she suggests; “I have the Exact measurements for you!” she explains.

“Wait, what?” I just gasp, in chock and surprise.

“It only requires for you to wear it while you sleep for eight hours..” she explains; “and the designed appearance will change you into what you are currently looking like!” she points out; Thus permitting you to blend in with your pears and partake in the education you were so eager to sign on for!” she suggests.

“Well, but of course I was eager to sign up for the class..” I point out; “Why wouldn’t I?” I inquire.

“If you were not prepared to be the Girl you are now..” she suggests; “and being seen as a Girl for the duration of the entire duration!” she proposes.

“I guess that is a high price to pay, if you see it like that..” I concede; “but since that wasn’t an issue for me, I guess it is a fair price to pay for what I will learn!” I then declare.

“Since you are interested in what Cheerilee has to teach you..” Rarity points out; “we had better be going!” she declares.

“Yes..” I respond, as I am walking over to the door.

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The hall outside my suit is exactly as I recall it from the day before. What a Shock!!

I follow Rarity to the door at the end of the hall. She is opening the door, stepping in with me in tow. I enter a small room, with two doors on each wall.

She opens the door straight ahead, leading us to the Dining Hall.

As I follow her in, into the Dining Hall; I can see a group of tables, in the middle of the room. There are booths on the right and left of the room.

Along the far wall opposing the entry through which Rarity had just guided me; I can see small tables, carrying all the options available for our breakfast.

“Looks like the Classical Breakfast Buffet, from what I can see!” I observe, pointing at the tables.

“Exactly!” she puts forth; “the best way to make sure everyone can enjoy their Breakfast!” she explains.

Hamburgers, Pizza Slices, Egg and Bacon, Salads, Eggs, Bread and Butter, and finally the Beverages. Pretty much everything you could have for Breakfast. Just, no Cereals. I could live without these.

She is leading me to one of the booths along the wall. The booth is unoccupied, at the moment; which is fine by me, as I don’t know anyone here. Oh, well; what had I been expecting? I am after all new here, not to mention to the class I had just been accepted.

I am giggling, a jolly smile overtly obvious on my face. What had you been expecting? I am a little girl, who has not yet realized emotions could even be hidden. Just as I had not been forced to learn how, or why one would even want to in the first place.

I may still be a bit tired, in this early morning; but the excitement, of going to the class I had been promised takes the fore. A promise, ready to deliver; is there a better reason, for joy and excitement? If so, I am not sure I want to know. Maybe I am just too young, and inexperienced; to know, and deal with those things.

As we are approaching the booth she had selected; I notice it holds napkins, a miniature spice rack and cutlery stands prepared to serve.

Of course, there are no plates at the table. Why? It isn’t, that we don’t need them. Just that one is to pick up the plate, and select what to eat, at the table where the food is waiting for us.

I eagerly follow Rarity to the tables with the food, pick up a plate and fill it with a selection of food. Naturally, I follow Rarity, just one step behind; taking her lead, selecting samples to try out as I go.

Little Girls come in in Ones, Twos and Threes while I select my samples. More little girls continue to fill up the hall, one booth at the time.

Are these just the Students at this School? If so, this must be a large school; or, so I reason. Not that I mind. Only leaves me with more potential friends to choose from. Wouldn’t it.

Rarity soon leads me back to our booth, where we start eating. Surprisingly good, if I am permitted to say so. But what do I know? I am just a little girl, lacking in experience. Still, I do enjoy what I had been offered here.

When I look at the girls, I notice they wear the same clothes I am wearing. There Blouses, Skirts and shoes glossy and glittering in the light of the room. At least, I am not standing out.

Each booth holding two to six people, mostly girls shaperoned by a single woman.

Of course, first now I notice the light squeaks from every girl moving about in the room. While light, faint; together, it coalesces into what could only be taken for a musical melody. No vocals, at first; just the instrumental harmony. Even when they do speak, I only hear the instrumental harmony of their collective squeaking sounds.

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