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// 3. Clothes 
// Story: Normal is Relative. 
// by Bananaroni 
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   Upon hearing new clothes, a smile creeps on your face. Close were a necessity to ponies, but every human did wear them. Most were old and clad in dirt and sweat, smelling unbearable. As was true with yours. Was, is the key word, as you can't seem to find them anywhere...
   You follow the white unicorn to a back room. It's dark, even with her shining a light from her horn. You never understood magic, and find it scary, honestly. The weakest of unicorns can defeat the strongest of man. That is probably one of the reasons why humans have never fought bak against their unjust treatment. They do outnumber ponies by a sizable margin.
   "Darling, would you happen to know your clothing size?" The unicorn named Rarity asked as she shuffled through racks of humanoid clothing.
   You never really cared to look.  Most at shelters were given some that were deliberately large so they fit, no matter what. This went double for you, as you are extremely short in size. You answer with, "No, Miss Rarity. I have never cared to look."
   She giggles, for some odd reason. "Darling, there is no need to use 'Miss'. Rarity is perfectly fine."
   "Yes M- Rarity." You reply. She smiles warmly. She grabs What looked like a suit and a pair of black pants and moves to leave the room. You quickly move out of the way to let her pass and follow suit. She leads you to the main area and handed you the articles of clothing. "Try those on, darling." she says. You grab the clothes and stare at her, biting your lower lip. "What's th- oh, right! Sorry darling! I'll turn around." and she did.
   Humans are know for being notoriously modest in showing themselves. You are no different. Most ponies scowl humans for doing such, as ponies never wear anything. But what surprises you is that this pony very so willingly gave you your privacy. 
   Well, relatively. She was right there.
   You quickly drop the towel and pit the clothes on. Perfect fit. You say that to Rarity, who was still looking away, and she whips around and prospect you in your new attire. Which is a simple suit and dress pants. "You look wonderful in them! Perfect on you!" she almost squee's with delight. "Oh! Now we need to do your hair! It's simply horrible!"
   You could agree with that statement. It was uneven and horribly long. About to your shoulder. And your physic would add to the illusion of your sexuality. Not that you genuinely cared, honestly. 
   She practically drags you put the Boutique and through the town, ending up in what you suppose is a barber shop.
   Correct you were as a heavy-set unicorn stallion with a two-tone brown mane and fur greeted you as you entered. Well, not really you. It was Rarity. "Ah! Rarity! Back so soon, ey?" he said in a deep voice.
   "No, not me today. It's for this mess," she playfully rubbed your hair, making it more of a mess then it already is. "I trust you can do humans?"
   "Ey, I can!" He levitated a pair of scissors and a comb within his horns glow. "Come now, young one. Let's cut your hair!"
   You were not very fond of the idea. You disliked magic, and now having it control a pair of sharp scissors by your face, well. Let's just say you thought you could still get a nice women. If humans were ever completely freed. And you want to keep it that way. Not messed up by a strange barber.
   But, you had no choice as you followed him and sat of a comfy chair. "Any way you want it cut?" he asked, presumably to you. You're not sure if you should answer, and thankfully, Rarity does for you. 
   "Just anyway you think looks good."
   He nodded as he drew his utensils closer. You close your eyes in fear as he works away.
   Through your cowering, you are not sure how long it took. But the end result was a non-distorted human face and a short, shaggy, stylish and hip haircut. Rarity so generously paid and she looks at you. "Oh, don't you just look darling! You are almost ready to be given to Twilight!"
   "Almost, Rarity?" You question, making sure not to use miss, as she requested.
   "Yes. Almost!"
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   You arrived to the boutique with her after idle conversation. Which was weird, considering humans weren't normally talked to, as a posed to talked at. The rest of the day was boring, to say the least. The last highlight was when Rarity gave you a pair of shiny dress shoes to wear. Though big, they were amazing to have. New shoes. NEW shoes. This is a luxury little humans had! What made you so lucky to be here as a posed to anywhere else?
   You sat across from Rarity, idly staring off at her cat, Opal. You found if fascinating, this feline creature. So full of grace with every step. It always fell feet- first, you noticed. It was hard for you to keep your eyes off.
   Then you heard sniffling. 
   From right across you.
   Rarity, who was reading a book, was crying. Crying! 'Did I don't something?' you ask yourself. "Miss Rarity, are you alright?" you ask in a tone of worry.
   When she looks up to you, she is smiling. Not frowning. "Oh, it's just the ending of this book gets me every time!" was her answer.
   You sigh, knowing that she is alright. But questions arise in your head. "Miss Rarity, you say 'Every time I read this.' Have you read it before?"
   "Indeed," She answered. "Multiple times."
   "If I could ask you a question."
   "Go ahead, darling."
   "Why do you cry when you know how the story ends?" you asked. If was bugging you a bit.
   But she didn't answer. Just stared a bit, looking like she was in thought.
   But she was different, somehow. She didn't wear her smile and she stood (sat) stiff. 
   'Did I break Rarity?'