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Myne had just left my Dorm Room. (She had touched me, {My shoulder.} and I had touched her. {Her shoulder.} And it had been an electrifying and unforgettable sensation.)
We had been listening to music, together; she had enjoyed the music, I had selected. (I feel even closer to her, now as she had visited me.)
Of course, she had left, a short while ago; I had known it all along, as she had to sleep in her own room. (It isn’t; as if I could blame her, {or Rarity} for it.)
I had enjoyed the moment, for as long as it was to last. I can always see her tomorrow. Maybe, just maybe; I could visit her, in her room; tomorrow?
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I had just enjoyed a bottle of Sparkle Cola, before I went to bed. Now, I am standing before my wardrobe; the doors wide open, as I had slipped out of my daytime wears. I am tired, sleepy; what had I been expecting, after a long day at school and with my new friend coming over for a visit.
I select the red panties, available to me; these are after all the nighttime panties, part of my uniform. I still enjoy the liquid elasticity of these panties; just as I had, the first time I had slipped into them the first night. (Just as I will be enjoying them, each and every night; for as long as I am to stay at this school, if not longer. {Will I be permitted to take any of my clothes with me, when I finally have to leave; after I have concluded my education, as I am graduating?})
Just as the previous night, and every night; I step into my panties, slowly pulling them all the way up. Only to afford them a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. I guess the habit will persist, even though I had realized the garment will find the fit all by themselves. (These panties feel, almost as if they had been painted directly onto my bare skin; while still giving me the impression of applying the pressure of physical panties. {Something I have come to love, above almost everything else.})
As I have let go of my panties, I once more turn my attention towards the wardrobe; extracting the top, slipping it down over my chest. I afford the top a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; in order to achieve the ever-so elusive perfect fit. More out of habit, than an actual need to adjust the fit of the garment. Maybe I just enjoy pulling at it, for the joy of the liquid elasticity. I just can not help it, or myself.
“The Panties and the top combined, looks like I am wearing a one-piece Swim Suit!” I ponder; giggling to myself, as I am enjoying the sense of wearing the uniform they had presented me with; “Well, why not?” I question.
“Time for the stockings!” I breathe, as I am extracting the garments in question.
I step into the right stocking; pulling it all the way up; sliding the foot down, before I can set my foot down comfortably. With that, I am repeating the process; slipping the left stocking on, only to stand comfortably on my seemingly bare feet.
“It is, like wearing a sleeveless cat-suit!” I ponder, giggling to myself.
I am extracting the gloves, slipping my right hand into the glove; pulling it all the way up to my shoulder, feeling it eagerly slide over my skin. The inner surface feels as if lubricated; even if it is coarse and grabby, staying up once I had slipped it on. I repeat the process; slipping the left glove on, before I am affording the gloves a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice.
The material is contracting, with each tug; sliding over my skin, in the process. The obligatory uniform, for the nighttime is on; but I want to have the entire ensemble. I know I had something more, I could enjoy wearing.
“Oh, there it is..” I ponder, as I am extracting the face-mask, once I had found it.
Of course, it is where I should have known it is; but I will be blaming my tired and sleepy state.
The face mask eagerly slips onto my face, as if it had been looking forwards to cover my face all night. I feel the slippery surface, as it slowly spreads out over my face; covering my skin completely. Once on, it is holding on, as if I had just glued it onto my skin. Well; at least, it will not fall off of my face while I sleep.
If only I had known, exactly what the purpose of wearing the uniform at night is; but since I had not needed to know, I had forgotten to ask. If I had forgotten to ask, they had neglected to explain it to me.
Since I was born as a girl; the suit does not really change all that much, does it?
Should I have asked, should I have worried about it? Well, why bother now, when I had already slipped into it. I enjoy the sensation, elicited by the suit.
I found what appears to be a pair of equine ears, putting them on. Should I have? But still, I had just put them on, just for the fun of it. Though I guess, you could say; that I enjoy the appearance, all the same. With that, I am folding the corner of the quilt up against the wall; before I am slipping in under the quilt, before I fold the quilt down. A moment later, I fall asleep, with my head resting comfortably on the pillow.
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I grow a little each night, even if the change may be considered insignificant or negligible. You only notice the difference, after weeks and months had past. On the other rubbery hoof, the garments making up the nighttime ensemble is controlling my growth; as they change my appearance, if I am sleeping for a full eight hours. Of course, I will be have the uninterrupted eight hours of sleep, during each and every night.
Exactly what these changes will be, I have no idea. These changes slowly builds up, to the growth and development I am constantly undergoing, as I am growing up into a beautiful woman.
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As I am waking up, the room is dark; pitch black, and I can’t see a thing. Of course, the light is off; so there is no light to see, and I had not even opened my eyes yet.
I open my eyes, and the light slowly comes on; permitting me to see, as the light grows brighter.
Once the room is illuminated enough, for me to see; I slide my right hand out from under the quilt, before I fold the quilt up against the wall. From there, I slide my feet out from under the quilt; before I am sitting up on the bed, pushing myself forwards. The next moment, I find myself standing up on my own two feet; “thud, thud..” is heard, as my feet hit the floor.
As I am walking over to my wardrobe, almost feeling nude; all I can hear is the pitter-patter of soft feet on the floor, with the spice of light squeaks with each and every move I am making. The walk is not long, just the two or three meters from the side of my bed, over to the door to my wardrobe.
I open the door, only to explore what I have to wear; exactly what I wore yesterday, of course. What had I been expecting. Though these clothes had been adjusted, to the body I have today; after an entire night’s sleep. Of course, I do feel well rested.
Before I can slip into the ensemble, I will have to disrobe. I pull the face-mask off of my face, with practised ease; it is only too eager to let go, after it had performed the job it had been crafted to perform.
Now I am pulling the right and left glove off of my hands; dumping them on the floor of my wardrobe, on top of the face-mask I had just slipped of.
As I had slipped the gloves off of me, I can see my skin; a light tan, just as I should have been expecting. Why should my skin-tone change, during the night in the first place? Though I guess my nails had grown a millimeter in length and just a little bit thicker than the day before. All according to the design I had accepted to put on. Well, not a real difference, to me; I still enjoy what I am and what I look like. My hands look, exactly as they had the day before; at least, as far as I can see. I will need several days, in order to see any difference at all.
With the gloves on top of the pile of used clothes, I continue disrobing; pulling my stockings off of my feet, right and left. (With each garment removed, I have less and less squeaking noises accompanying my movements)
Now I am pulling the top up, over my head; before I am depositing it, onto the top of the pile of used clothes I had been wearing all night.
“Almost done, almost done..” I ponder; “then I can start putting on the clothes for a new day, so that I can go out and have my breakfast and see my friends!” I conclude.
I pull my panties down, slipping them of; kicking them up, only to place them onto the top of the pile. There, finally; now I can start to put my clothes on.
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With the uniform on, I close the door to the wardrobe, before I turn and walk over to the door out of my bed room. (Of course; now the squeaking noises are back with a vengeance, but I don’t mind since I enjoy hearing them.)
As I am reaching the door, I am lifting up my right hand; extending the palm onto the plaque, spreading my fingers wide. I feel the slippery and warm, rubbery surface under the palm of my hand.
While I am opening the door, to my living room; I feel the glossy black rubber sticking to the palm of my hand, almost as if it had been a genuinely warm handshake greeting me.
The door is sliding up, before me; before I am pulling my hand back and walk out the door, ending up in my living room.
“Good morning, Megumi!” Rarity is exclaiming, as she is greeting me.
“Good morning, Rarity, I respond in kind, as I greet my Chaperone.
“I take it, you slept well!” she inquires.
“Yes, Rarity; thank you for asking, I did indeed sleep very well, all night!” I respond.
“It warms my heart, to hear that..” she responds, now looking at me.
“What is it, Rarity?” I inquire.
“I believe you forgot, to take these ears of..” she responds, as she is taking a step forwards; “would have been embarrassing, to show yourself; still wearing a part of your pajamas?” she inquires, as she is pulling the ears off of my head.
“Oh, yes..” I respond; “thank you for noticing, Rarity!” I conclude.
She is pocketing the ears, smiling at me; happy, she could help me avoid the embarrassment I would otherwise have suffered.
“I assume, you are hungry; ready to have your breakfast and see your new friend?” she inquires.
“Yes, Rarity!” I respond.
With that, she is walking up to the door; opening it as I am following her out to my cloaking room. I slip my shoes on, before she is opening the door out of my suite; I eagerly follow her out, before the door is sliding shut behind me.
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