Flutterguy NN Ch 3

>"All right darling, let me take your measurements."

>Rarity grabs a measuring tape from the table

>"Could you lift your arms over your head?"

>you raise your arms and extend them all the way towards the ceiling

>Rarity wraps the measuring tape around your chest

>she looks at the tape, nods, and and unwraps the tape from your chest

>she then crouches down, her head on level with your crotch

>you see her cleavage and stare for a second

How shameful of me

>you turn away as you try to clear your mind of any dirty thoughts

>she was about a c-cup, and they were perky tits

>you shake your head, trying to rid yourself of such perverse thoughts

>you only noticed that she was taking you hip measurement when she finally stood up

>"I'll need you to put this on."

>you turn to Rarity, and see a red speedo in the palm of her hand

"You want me... to wear that?"

>"Well I need to see how you would look bare, so strip down so you can wear this."

>undressing in front of a girl

>especially Rarity

>"Don't worry, I'll look away while I prepare my things."

>you grab the small article of clothing from her hand

>Rarity walks back to the table with the sewing machine

>you walk to a corner, facing the edge

>you take off your shirt and look back at Rarity, who now is wearing her designer glasses

>"It's only me darling, I won't peek."

>you kick off your shoes

>you unzip your pants and grab the sides, pushing it down

>you crouch down and hold your pants while lifting your legs one by one through the openings

>you look behind you again and see Rarity staring at your backside

>"Oops. Sorry. Do hurry."

>she turns away as you do too

>you take off your boxers the same way you did with your pants

>feels chilly down there

>you quickly slip on the speedo and face Rarity

>"Great, now that you're dressed, why don't you step on the stage."

>you walk towards the raised platform, and step on top

>you unconsciously rub your upper arm with your hand

>"You have such a nice form"

>Rarity inspects your body and... your physical assets

>makes you somewhat uncomfortable, but she's your friend

>"I have the perfect outfit for you darling."

>Rarity walks towards a mannequin, but you didn't quite see the outfit it had on

>Rarity comes on stage with you, outfit in hand

>"Raise your hands, dear."

>you comply, and your vision is obscured by fabric sliding down your torso

>you feel Rarity wrap something around your waist

>after she moves away, you look down to inspect your clothing

>is that... a skirt

>is it a dress?

"Rarity, are these, girl clothes?"

>"It's a school uniform for a girl that a client requested for. Said it was for 'cosplay' It was an interesting request and from what I gathered online, I came up with that design."

"Yes, but if it's female clothing, why did you ask me?"

>"Because the girls were either busy, or don't want to model for me. And you were the closest to a female figure that I had available, it actually looks rather good on you. You look very cute, I could understand the appeal."

>you thought Rarity needed a make model

>but you're actually more suited for female modeling than guy modeling

>I mean, you don't come off as a manly kind of guy

>wait did she just call you cute

>no one has ever complimented you like that

>but thats a compliment a man should never get

>but it makes you happy for some reason

>this is so confusing, embarrassing, and nice at the same time

>Rarity gets out her digital camera and starts snapping pics of you of your effeminate beauty

>"My you could get paid in some countries for doing stuff like this."

>the surge of so many thoughts and feelings is getting to you

http://i.imgur.com/GfJ5RnZ.jpg

"Rarity, can I go now?"

"Not yet darling. YES! That natural blush is a perfect touch! You're so convincing. I feel as if I could almost pounce on you right now!"

>Rarity continues taking pictures of you

>this is embarrassing, Rarity is making me feel uncomfortable by continuously photographing me with that creepy smile and lustful eyes

>after what seems like an hour, Rarity is finally satisfied

"Alright darling, I think I have more than enough pictures."

>Thank goodness

>"You can actually keep the dress dear."

"What about your client?"

>"Oh don't worry about that dear, I could always make another one."

>there was a sly smile from Rarity

>that smile she gives to acquaintances when she lies about her true intentions

>Rainbow Dash or Pinkie Pie wouldn't notice something that subtle, but you've known Rarity for a while

>what she really wanted, you don't know

>Oh my look at the time, it's getting late. I think you must leave now."

>Rarity takes hold of your shoulders from behind, and starts pushing you downstairs towards her door.

"Oh Rarity, I forgot m-"

SLAAAAAAAM!

"my clothes"

>you hear the lock shift into lock position

>you heard Rarity say something about happy time,

 but the door muffled her voice

>more importantly, you have to walk home looking like that

>fastest speedwalk in my life

>I could've sworn people were staring

>they must have thought I was a school girl

>got home before dark

>I don't think I'll be going to Rarity's house for while