Since I had finally gotten into my bed room, it is time to find what they had promised. There it is, the garments I had hoped to find.
Once I had started to look into what I had been given, I found the selection fairly generous. What was a small chock, is that I had been given not just the general girl assortment of the lingerie. They came in the full rainbow spectrum, all vibrant, clear colours, from the red to the purple. I had ended up choosing the metallic bloody red panties. Since I had been a girl in the first place, I chose the mare verity, rather than the stallion, or neutral. Even if I had found the fourth kind available, just as well. I had picked the matching top, a firm B-Cup, from what I could see.
I couldn't miss the few details. Once I had slipped the panties on, my mounds had grown considerably larger, feeling generous, but very inviting. I momentarily pondered if I needed to take them off, if I was to please myself? Of course, by the same token, my hips are considerably wider and more pronounced, while I wear the panties. Maybe I should have reacted with shock, but I was surprisingly pleased.
The chosen top gave me the B-Cup I had felt the most comfortable with, just firm, with a twist of jiggle to it. My nibbles do feel larger than I had dared to expect, but I guess I could get used to this too.
Of course, these are all in a somewhat equine style, just as I had been promised. It's an Equestrian style village, and the cottages do feel as if they had put some effort into it.
Once I had found myself comfortable with the garments, the lingerie, I figured I could as well try the next step. The stockings, that is. I had found them a fair skin tone, actually matching nicely, they came in the same rainbow spectrum, so I chose the red once.
Momentarily looking down at what I had found, before I chose to hold the right one in my bare hands. I hold the stocking, as if it had been lingerie, matching any I could have been wearing at home, in which case it would have been made out of Nylon, naturally. It is what these kinds of stockings always were made out of, after all. Now I just carefully lifted my foot, carefully inserting it and sliding it down, what should have been very delicate fabric? It would have, had I been at my home. Now I soon felt my foot sliding down to the end of the garment, carefully touching and covering the skin, from the top of my thigh, and all the way down my foot, even between my toes, to my surprise.
Slipping the other stocking on, in the same manner, only to get the same result, before I tentatively stand up, but now I realised, I'm standing on my toes, or rather, my hooves, the hind hooves, in a somewhat equine manner, or pose, which surprised me initially, before it all sank in. I guess I had gotten used to it.
From here, the next step was as obvious, as it was unavoidable? I picked up the gloves. Only momentarily looking down to see what would pass for a pair of equine hooves, maybe this is what they actually do look like, they had been looking larger then expected, but then, I guess it is how they actually do look? I picked the right glove in my left hand, slipping my hand in, feeling it slipping into place, my fingers soon encompassed by the soft embrace of the material the glove had been made out of. Then repeating the process. That's when I could see the change. A full set of hooves, all more or less identical, short of the one detail, fore hooves are smaller than hind hooves, after all.
Now, this is when I left the wardrobe, happy with myself.