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// Equestrian Morning: 2 
// Story: Over-Night Dress-Up 
// by Ponyess 
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	I had seen the images.  I knew what the changes would be, on the visual side.  I had red the text on how to use the product, so I had a fair idea, as to what was to happen.  Or so I thought.  You never knew?

I had just woken up, I'm still in my bed, nothing had changed about it.  How would I expect that to happen?  Would someone enter my room, during the night.

I think the room is largely intact, just the way it was the other day.  Just as my muzzle, and the panties and top I'm wearing is largely unchanged, for all I could say.

The one thing sticking out is my hooves, I knew I have large sucker-cup hooves.  I just can't deny it, I feel the effect enough not to deny them.

Ofhorse I know it is Saturday morning.  The clock is eight sharp, for all I could read.  It all made perfect sense.  With that final confirmation, I slipped the quilt off of my body.  I could clearly see the top, on the top of my chest, just the way I knew it would be.  I had put effort into putting the top on, the previous night.

The twin cups, covering most of my orb-like jigglies, though I could clearly see my nibbles now, large as they are.  I guess it felt a bit on the unexpected side, but I had merely woken up, so that tracks.  The one difference, the top isn't just the flat and lifeless rubber it had been the day before, it is now a fluid glistering, slippery and sleek finish.  Even if my nibbles did feel rough to the texture, which only teased me further.

Looking down, I could clearly see the same changes to my panties.  Just that instead of nibbles, my mound had grown fairly generous with the orchid on the top, looking inviting, by what I could see.  I imagine I could actually reach it, and slip my finger in, just for the teaser of a test.  I let the notion slip for me.

At this point, I sat up, looking down at what had passed for my feet.  In their place, my legs now end in a pair of the largest hooves I ever saw.  I knew them to be sucker-cups.  Consisting of a rubbery substance, both elastic and firm on the front, giving me unsurpassed traction, almost anywhere I was to set hoof.  I guess it did excite me a bit.

Curiously, the colour and hue of my hooves match the colour of my panties and top.  I guess it had been expected.  Just the same, my mane and tail matches the colour depicted in the package of the muzzle I had chosen to put on.  Neon yellow, if I recall correctly?  A similar vibrant and florescent as the panties I'm wearing.  I had chosen these, because I enjoy them.

For a mare of five feet in height, I could clearly see my now six inches wide hooves to be generous enough.  I had chosen the gel, after some consideration.  I had decided to enjoy myself, and by Celestia, I will.

Thinking back, I did recall a warning, not to use the hoof gel on all fours, all by myself, since it would leave me stranded, in case I wanted to go back, to who and what I had been.