Rarity POV
The next day, which is a Sunday, we headed over to my house, aka the famous Carousel Boutique.
Rainbow Dash still looked uncertain about the dare.
Once we arrived, I took her into a separate room, leaving the others outside, waiting.
I said,"Rainbow, stand on that stool over there and I'll measure you."
She obeyed, and the measuring took about five minutes.
Once I got the data, I sat down at my sewing table and started working on Rainbow's clothes.
She leaned against the wall, fiddling with her skirt.
She clearly looked nervous.
As I made her clothes, I chatted casually to her, to try to ease her nerves.
After an hour, her clothes was finished.
I gave the clothes to Rainbow Dash.
"Put these on, they really suit you. It got some of my best work in there." I said.
She nodded, and entered a dressing room. Strange sounds came from it, along with sounds of exasperation.
Fifteen minutes later, the door of the dressing room opened, and Rainbow walked out.
I gasped in wonder. She looked so....so....different, but this style is unique on her, it really suits her, I mean, really.
I exclaimed,"Rainbow Dash! I had absolutely no idea that you could look so beautiful!"
wtf that was fast