>The next morning started unlike any other.
> You wake up on the couch with a soft push from Fluttershy. With a groan you roll over and cover your face with the quilt she gave you. She then lifts the bottom of the quilt and flaps her wings at you. The sudden cold wind is always a shocker. You will never get used to it.
>You reach out and pull her to you, laughing. This morning was different than the rest, however. She kissed you on the cheek and broke away from your stunned grasp. She giggled at you and floated into the kitchen.
>You come to your senses and grin. She's getting more comfortable and bolder towards you. 
>Instead of folding up the quilt, you lay it over the back of the couch and across the cushions. It looks better this way rather than folded up on the end of the couch.
>You work you half-asleep body into the kitchen. Fluttershy has set out a plate of waffles with an apple on the side. 
"Ooh-ho-ho Fluttershy!"
>You can barely contain your excitement. You take your seat at the table. Fluttershy sets her own plate down and takes her seat as well.
>You dig into your gourmet meal with a ferocity like no other. Fluttershy is an amazing chef. Perhaps she should think about opening her own restaurant? Oh wait... Animals and shyness. Got it.

>You finish your breakfast and go to put your plate in the sink. You wash your hands and wipe your mouth off in the sink. Too much syrup. You are now an utter mess. You go outside to prepare a bath, kissing Fluttershy on top of the head on the way out.
>You get the brilliant idea to use a bed sheet as a screen so you don't have to worry about exposing yourself in the open like you have been the last few days.
>The animals need to be fed and a general clean up of their areas needs to be done also.
>After you finish your chores, you meet with Fluttershy on the couch.

>"It's called the Carousel Boutique." Fluttershy tells you.
"What's it look like."
>"A large clothing store with a carnival carousel on top."
>Well that was helpful, if not obvious. Your starting to get the hang of the pony lingo in the sense that everything is to be taken literally.
"So how can I find it?"
>"Just go into the middle of town. The town hall will be there. Around the back is a river. The boutique is on the opposite side."
"Got it."
>You both get up and walk to the door.
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"So, quick recap. Just follow this road, take a left, and Ponyville should be right there?"
>"Yes."
"And the Carousel Boutique is across the river from the town hall?"
>"Correct."
"Well then," You grab Fluttershy in a hug. "I guess I'll be on my way."
>Fluttershy gives you a wave goodbye and watches you from her doorstep until you disappear from sight.

>This whole situation wasn't turning out so bad after all. Not Rarity, Fluttershy, or the walk to Ponyville. Everything. It was actually for the best.
>You were better off in Equestria than you were on Earth. You have been given a home to sleep, food, the cutest little pony you have ever seen, and now, free clothes!
>Now all you had to do is figure out how to compensate Rarity for the clothing she was about to make for you. You were not going to sit idly by. Even if you had to subtley pay her back without her knowing.
>The town limits are coming into view. You guess it's been about 20 minutes since you left, so Fluttershy's cottage is roughly a mile out of town. Not bad considering the almost total isolation out there.
>You enter the the town limits and immediately take note of the busy market. Ponies everywhere. You have seen unicorns and pegasi already, the only thing you haven't seen yet are normal ponies. And it looks like they are just that, normal ponies. No wings or horns, but it looks like some serious strength as there are a few hauling around overloaded carts.
>This is definitely turning out to be a great place to live.
>"What in Equestria is THAT!?"
>Ah crap...
--
>You stop in your tracks. Everypony in the market had also stopped what they were doing and turned to look at you. Their expressions were mixed of fear, curiosity, and everything in between. You have a feeling this day isn't gonna turn out quite as you hoped.
>You continue your walk, hands in your pockets, to Rarity's boutique. You stare at the ground a few feet in front of you to try to avoid the stares from the other ponies. It's not working.
>They'll come around eventually. You're an alien in their world. After all, from what you've seen from Fluttershy and Rarity, hopefully they all turn out as kind and generous.
>That thought is immediately shot as you are hit in the back of the head. You reach up and place your hand where you were just hit. Somepony had thrown an egg at you. You turn around to see 3 fillys laughing and running around the corner. Okay this day is officially about to suck.
>You wipe off as much as the egg as you could and walk to Rarity's. So much for the warm welcome.
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>You're standing in front of a tall, pink and purple building. A large carousel piece about halfway up with two pony silohuettes as the riding ponies. Alrighty then.
"If this isn't the place I'm gonna be super pissed."
>You walk through the front door. The door bell jingles and alerts the pony in another room.
>"Comiiing!" She sang.
>"Welcome to the Carousel Bouti- Anonymous!"
>She ran up and gave you a hug. It's only polite to return it.
"Hello Rarity. Should we get started then?"
>"Oh yes, of course darling! I've had so many ideas of what you could wear that would look absolutely smashing!"
"Do I get a say in the matter?"
>"Oh... Why yes, of course darling!"
>Her voice sounds like disappointment and annoyance but disguised by excitement. She is really passionate about this. Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say.
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>Rarity lead you into the next room. There were ponyquins, bolts of cloth, and all sorts of tailoring tools. You got a quick look at one of the dresses on a nearby ponyquin. Just a quick peek, but it looks like Rarity is quite the seamstress.
>"Now darling, would you kindly remove those... er..."
"Rags?"
>You knew what she was thinking. At least shes polite enough not to put it point blank like that.
>"Yes... um... Sorry."
"It's true after all. These ragged things need to go. I'm grateful you're giving me the opportunity."
>She perks up a little.
>"Why it's the least I could do for such a well-mannered gentlecolt as yourself."
>There's that flirty personality again.
"I truly appreciate it. I really do."
>"Yes yes. Now please strip down and stand on the steps over there"
>She points her hoof to a 3-tiered step against the wall.
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>You strip down to your boxers and neatly fold your clothes up.
>Rarity... wait... what? Her horn glows and the stack of clothes levitates to an end table nearby.
"What the hell?"
>"Hm?"
>Rarity looks over to you with a puzzled look.
"What the hell just happened?"
>"What do you mean? I just put your clothes on the table. Why did I do something wrong?"
>She had a look of absolute confusion and the slightest bit of fear.
"No you didn't. They just flew through the air! I saw it with my own eyes."
>Rarity's face relaxed with a sigh of relief. For a minute there she thought she did something horribly wrong.
>"Yes darling, that was me. Now if you wouldn't mind tak-"
"How did you do that? Are you a psychic or something?"
>"Magic darling."
"Say what now?"
>"Magic. All unicorns are magic. You didn't know that?"
"Uh... no. No I did not."
>It was really hard to believe. You were asking questions at a mile a minute.
>"Darling please, I will just get you in touch with my friend Twilight. She can tell you all you need to know. Now can we please get down to business?"
"Oh... Right... Sorry..."
--
>You are standing on the steps as Rarity walks up.
>"Please remove that article of clothing from your waist."
>She's talking about your boxers. The last piece of clothing you have on. Like hell your taking them off. You don't even like being naked with Fluttershy around, why would you make and exception for Rarity?
"Yeah about that... I'd rather not."
>"You simply must or we can't get a proper measurement. Your bottoms would be too large."
>You know that's actually not that bad. Skin tight trousers would suck way too much to be worn.
"It's considered indecent to expose ourselves like that. And it's actually more comfortable and stylish to wear slightly baggish clothing."
>Rarity scoffed at the idea of loose and stylish clothing. To her it almost seemed a little savage. But she relents.
>She levitates several strings of measuring tape to you body. She measured you arms and legs, your biceps, thighs, waist, chest. You name it. Even the crown of your head. You saw this as a little pointless. You hated hats.
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>The entire time you were discussing human fashion. Why were your sleeves cut on your top? What is the benefit of loose clothing? Why do you wear those large, brutish things on your feet?
>You don't know much about fashion, but you prefered t-shirts because they kept you cooler than long sleeves. The loose clothing was also cooler and didn't feel as constricting as tight clothing would. You wear your boots because your feet are soft and easily harmed.
>She seemed shocked more about the fact that footwear was almost a necessity than anything else. She also got increasingly excited because it was a new outlet to try out her skills on.
>She asked you a question about how you would like your trousers. You don't know how to respond.
"Can you bring my jeans over here quick? I'll show you."
>She levitated your jeans over and unfolded them so they were laid out. She kept them between you and off to the side so she can see what you were pointing at.
"Pockets are a must. The waist should be loose and have loops for the belt to go."
>"What is the belt made of?"
"Black leather would be nice. Do you know what zippers are?
>"Of course, darling. What kind of seamstress would I be if I didn't?"
"Sorry. Just making sure."
>You continue going about showing her the seams, stitches, how loose the legs should be... 
>She was shocked at how much thought and work went into a simple pair of clothing. You were also shocked at how much you knew about pants. And all you did was wear them.
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>"What is this material anyways?"
>Rarity was feeling you pant legs with her hoof. She was intrigued about this strange cloth.
"It's called denim. I really don't know what its made of. I think it's just really, really, tightly woven cotton."
>Rarity studies the fabric for a minute before she speaks again.
>"You know, I think I remember some of the settler ponies in Appleloosa wearing something like this."
>Alright then. That should take care of alot of the questions she might have if she has seen it before.

>You move on to the shirt and shoes. The t-shirt was reletively simple. Sleeves slightly past your biceps, waist down to about crotch level, and loose.
>While you do enjoy your boots, you're fairly certain your hiking days were over. Time to move on to a good pair of walking and running shoes.
>You trace your footprint on a sheet of paper so she can get an idea of the size and shape of your foot. You explain the difference between the two.
>That actually begs the question if she could make you a pair of socks. After a brief description she whole-heartedly agrees.
>Next you argue back and forth about the actual colors and patterns of your clothing.
>You were perfectly happy having plain clothing. Grey shirts and blue jeans. It was cheap, simple, and didn't attract too much attention to you. Well on Earth anyways. Ponies here notice you no matter what. Maybe you should invest in some camoflauge cargo pants?
--
>Rarity wasn't hearing any of it. She wanted you to have a white undershirt with a cobalt jacket and gold trim. Matching trousers of course.
>There was no way in hell you were allowing that. You were not trying to draw any more attention to yourself than you already have.
>She then insisted on a white, gem-encrusted jacket. Again you denied her. She furiously resisted and tried to persuade you with various other gem-socketed items.
>What is with her obsession with gems? You remember the gem tattoo on her flank. Her tattoo must symbolize her love of jewelery as Fluttershy's butterfly tattoo is her love of nature and animals.
>Of course! That makes perfect sense. You also recall the verious ponyfolk around town having their flanks tattooed as well. Except for the children that is but most children on Earth don't have any either. The same rules must apply here.
>You toss around ideas of black with skull and bones for a design. Rarity describes it as savage and disgusting.
>"I think you would look amazing with colorful flowers on your top."
"Yeah that's not happening."
>An awkward silence takes over for a few minutes before she finally speaks up.
>"How about we just stick to neutral colors."
"Yes I would like that very much."
>In your head you were screaming in frustration. This conversation could've been solved a LONG time ago instead of you two wasting your time bickering about what you would look best in.
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>Holy crap look at the time! Have you really been discussing clothes for 3 hours? Never in your life would you imagine that would ever happen.
>She allows you to step down and get dressed.
>You place your order with Rarity at the counter.
>So now that begs the question: How are you gonna pay for all of this!
>"I will not accept a single bit Anonymous! I told you I will make them for you and by Celestia, I intend to do so. Free of charge!"
>Holy crap this is the coolest pony you have ever met. Even if it seems like a bit much, she is willing to give you free clothes?
"You are awfully generous ma'am."
>"Why of course darling! Hasn't Fluttershy told you about us yet?"
>You don't understand what she means by 'us' but that's irrelevant right now.
"Yes she did but I thought I would tell you in person."
>"Well that's very kind of you sir."
>We're back to using formalities it seems.
>"Now please come back sometime in the next week or two. I'm positive you will be thoroughly satisfied with my work."
"I look forward to it."
>And with that you bow your head and step outside, only to be hit with a waterfall from a raincloud hovering over the door.
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"Son of a bitch..." You growl to yourself.
>Your clothes are completely soaked through. Your shirt sticks to your skin but you can always take that off. Your more pissed about the fact that you now have to walk home with soaked boots and jeans. This is not going to be a good time.
>You turn look up and scan the sky quick and see a cyan pegasus racing away and laughing. They leave behind a rainbow trail in the air. You can easily track them if you wanted to, but it's best to leave it alone. Don't need to cause a scene.
>You begin to work your way home.
"Oh my god this sucks so hard..."
>You jeans were heavy with all the extra water weight. They clung to your legs and restricted your movement. Your boots felt like you were walking through a sloshy mud puddle with every step.
>You decide to take your boots off. It's just gonna hurt more with them on than off. You also have to let them sit out to dry for the next day or two.
>You were just on the outskirts of Ponyville and still had a good mile to go before you got back to Fluttershy's.
"God damn it..." You mutter to yourself.
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>You finally make it home and throw open the front door. The door slams against the wall, frightening all the animals in the living room. You even startled yourself with loud noise.
>Fluttershy hears the commotion and quickly flys into the living room. She sees you are soaked through and through with an angry look on your face.
>"What in Equestria happened Anon!"
>She flutters over with a towel and wraps you in it.
"It turns out the ponyfolk on Ponyville aren't very welcoming of strangers."
>"What? Who told you that? How did you think of that?"
"Well first I was hit in the back of the head with an egg on my way to- Rarity!"
>You had forgotten about the egg when you went into Rarity's boutique. She must have been disgusted but at least she was gracious enough not to mention it.
>"Rarity did that?"
>Fluttershy looked absolutely shocked.
"No, no. Nevermind. And as I was leaving the boutique I was hit with a small rain storm by a rainbow pegasus."
>Fluttershy's face turned down into a scowl.
>"Rainbow Dash..."
"What? You know this pony?"
>"She's a prankster. Sometimes she takes it a little far. You should've seen her at Nightmare Night a few years ago. She can be quite a meanie. She has a griffon friend who's even worse."
>Griffon huh? A mean one at that. Probably something you should stay clear of.
"Well I can't say I appreciate her 'pranks' very much, but at least it's out of good fun instead of malice. Although I'm not really having fun."
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>Fluttershy was growing agitated.
>"Oh, that Rainbow Dash can just get on my nerves sometimes. Seeing you like this just gets me so frustrated, I just want to scream. *Deep breath in*
>Oh crap. You duck your head and cover your ears with your hands.
>Fluttershy lets out the most adorable little squeek you have ever heard.
>If that's what she's like when she screams, you wanna see what she does when she gets angry enough to punch something. Er, kick.
>Fluttershy sees you covering your ears and cowering in front of her.
>"Oh Anon! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!"
>Her eyes teared up and she covered her face with her mane.
>Before she can begin to cry, you quickly embrace her in a hug. Your cold, wet clothes making her "Eep".
>You laugh at her again and she raises on her hind legs to put her head in your chest.
>"If this ever happens again, please tell me. I don't want you think everypony is that bad."
"I don't. You and Rarity have proven otherwise. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to change and throw these in the dryer."
>You release Fluttershy and let out one more laugh.
>Her fur and mane were stuck in a wet, pointy tuft from where they had been against your soaked shirt.
>You pick her up piggy back style and make a quick run around the house before going inside to change.