The Gift
I had been given a new phone, the other day; and everything from the old one had been migrated over to the new one. Everything, but the old software and the apps I had gathered up until now, that is.
“You will not need the old software and apps!” my mother had explained.
I doubted her then, and I still doubt her.
Yesterday; I had thought it was nothing more than a regular old phone, but now I am about to learn just how wrong the assumption had been.
I was given a wristwatch, right along with the phone, but thought little to nothing of it. Who is wearing one of these old relics these days?
I have a phone, and the phone knows the time, end of story. Wrong.
I had placed the phone on my nightstand, when I went to bed; but, I had just left the watch on my wrist.
“Good morning, Dear!” Rarity exclaims, as my wake-up call.
She is punctual and proper, just the way I like it. Maybe this is why I had fallen in love with Rarity in the first place.
“Good morning!” I respond, almost as if it had still been my mother trying to wake me up.
She had been the one responsible for waking me up in the morning, for as long as I could possibly remember.
“Would you care to initialize my Hologram, my dear?” Rarity inquires.
“Yes, Rarity; thanks for reminding me!” I respond.
I turn on the reading lamp by my bed and fold the quilt towards the wall; before I slide my feet out from under the quilt and sit up.
For a moment, I scan the room, enjoying the simple white with Rarity’s three diamonds. This is how all my bed linen looks, the sheet, the quilt and the pillow. Simple and discreet to the point. Who would suspect what it stands for, unless they knew Rarity intimately?
Of course; I wear nothing but a pair of white cotton panties and a matching top in bed. Why bother wearing anything more? I am not cold and I am most certainly alone.
My bed stands up against the wall, with the door on the right. I have the wardrobe on the foot end of the room.
When I was younger, I had been tempted by the pretty wallpapers available, now I had a more spartan motif; barely hinting towards the depths hidden beneath. Of course, back then, they did not have Rarity, the way she is no.
The desk I sit behind, when I study, is on the other side on the room, on the beech-wood laid floor.
“If we sneak out, they will not know we have left the room; maybe I can get enough time, to initiate you, Rarity!” I offer.
“Thank you, dear; that would be fabulous!” she responds.
In just the panties and the top, I slip out of my room; sneaking off, to the holographic projector in the living room.
Since the door is closed behind me, I slip down my panties and pull the top up over my head; initiating the scan, in order to make my Rarity look like me. She is Rarity, of course; but she could be adjusted to conform to my measurements. This is one of the advantages, or the latest holographic characters and projectors. With the old tech, I would have to make all the adjustments manually.
At first; I had chosen to have her in her fully human form; but changed my mind, adjusting her for the anthropomorphic variety instead.
When I switched; she sprout her unicorn horn and her feet turn into hooves.
Of course; Rarity is silicon white, but with the mark of her three blue diamonds on her flank. Even if it technically is her thigh; but it is apparently referred to, as her flank nonetheless.
I also love the stylish, deep purple, curly mane and tail.
For a moment; I look into her large, deep, soulful blue eyes. First now; I notice that she has no makeup on. She does not wear any fake or artificial eye-lashes either. I choose to make her natural lashes look, just as the artificial once used to look; then I adjust the hue of her mane, to make it more shiny and lustrous than it used to be. I could as well enjoy giving her that little extra.
Maybe I should have been more careful; this is after all Rarity, who is generous enough to give me what I give her the impression that I would like or enjoy.
What will she think of me; when I gave her the anthropomorphic form, over the regular human form I had initially opted for her? I will learn, soon enough.
“Since she is my size; I could let her borrow my clothes!” I ponder.
On an impulse; I make her nipples a bit larger. I give her; Crystal clear, semi square, inch long nails, starting from just after the final joint of the finger. A highly sensitive touch pad,; from the final joint and all the way up under the nail and a smooth suction cup covering the palm of her hand.
“I think it is time, for us to go back to the room; where we can dress up for the day, so we can enjoy the breakfast!” I suggest.
“Of course, dear!” she responds; following me, just a single step behind.
“Do you have a top and panties in deep purple? Otherwise, I guess I could make due with plain black!” she points out, once we are safely within the confines of my room.
After a moment of going through my underwear, I find the colour she had asked for. Seems a close enough match; or, at least I hope so. I hand her the top and panties; while I slip into a pair of identical panties and top
I think we will go with a skirt, today!” I point out; picking out a pair, offering her one as I slip into the other one.
The final item, for her to wear; the matching blouse. I still put on a pair of short socks. Naturally; I have feet, and she does not. Then again, I love the look of her hooves. I can’t say that I mind the jolly noises from her walking around, either.
“She clearly wish, she had hooves just as mine; going by how she is always grinning at me and stealing a sneak peek when she thinks, I do not see it!” Rarity considers.
“I just need to sketch it up, so I can make her look as adorable as she wishes she did!” Rarity ponders, as she is drawing up the first sketch in her mind.