I had woken up in an unfamiliar bed, it isn't my room. For a moment, I had thought I was outdoors. If not for the fact I'm in a bed and the wall on the other end of the discussion? There is a night stand. On it, I found two items of clothing, passing for the suit of clothes I was supposed to, or expected to wear. I found a skirt and a top, both are tight fitting and pink, but with a silver lining on the edge of the smooth and elastic fabric, not feeling like any cloth Rarity ever presented to me. She had made all the suits I ever wore.
I slowly picked up the skirt, slipping into it, pushing a hoof through at the time, right and left, even if I found the entrance enough, the exit was feeling fairly tight for my hooves to fit. Yet, I managed to pull the garment up, only to realise it had included the panties into the design.
Then I picked up the final garment, completing the suit, a top, pulling it down to cover the top of my chest, including my jigglies, such as I had come out of the gate.
The fit almost too exact, I had managed to slip into each of the garments. They now fit me snugly, almost as if they desired for me to forget I was actually wearing them? That did feel strange to me.
Looking down I could clearly see the mark on my flanks, they're still there, the group of yellow and blue balloons. Then I noticed, they're on both of the garments as well. I guess that would make them mine, at least for as long as I stay here?
Only now, the light in the room, clearly much more luminous. I can clearly see every detail, nothing is hidden. There is very little to see. The bed and the night stand, what else to look for. Nothing had been entered into the room, and nothing had been taken away.
There is the one thing that had also changed since I came here, I realised as I hear the rumble of my tummy. I need something to eat, a breakfast that is.
I walked towards the door, now feeling fairly comfortable in myself, walking on my hind hooves. They had proven to be straight to the point, purposefully, allowing me to walk with unexpected ease. As I came close to the door of my room, the doors slid aside, granting me entrance to the hall outside.
Looking back, I noticed something, the door had apparently changed, I could clearly read my name under the face that now clearly is mine. It reads 'Pinkie Pie', then it reads 'Laughter', under.
For as long as I'm here, this would be my room. Looking right and left, the door to the room where the gate is, is closed, not that I desired tog go there right now. I could see the blanc wall before me. The colours, seems to be identical here as well. I imagine that's the general colour scheme, throughout the building?
Turning the other side, I simply walked towards what soon proved to be the entrance of the kitchen. Or rather, it is the dining room. Tables lined up, to the right and left. Chairs grouped in pairs, on both sides of the tables, for all I could see.
In the middle of the room, I found what was to pass for the central table, on which all the food making up a breakfast buffet had been placed.
In a way, it felt as if it had been a hotel, and I had become their honoured guest. How many others are here at this time, I had no idea, but I see none of them, so I could as well have been alone. Or, they're just sleeping right now, unless they've all already eaten?