Today's Horoscope (Libra): Somebody close to you might be sharing something they're not supposed to when you're not looking.
Afternoon
Flash sure has been acting weird since he came downstairs...
I wonder...
Rarity's ready to take my measurements. I knock on her door.
"Come in, Twilight!" she calls.
I walk in. Rarity is dabbing some kind of lotion on her face. "What's that?" I ask.
"Oh, just an astringent," she says. "I came down with a sudden case of feeling like my pores were all clogged, has that ever happened to you?"
"Not really." I smell spearmint. A lot of it. There's a container of mints on the desk. I guess even a girl as glamorous as Rarity has to worry about her breath sometimes.
Rarity scrubs at her face with a pad for a minute, then tosses it in the wastepaper basket and rubs her hands down with hand sanitizer. She turns a bright smile on me. "Alright now, darling...I need you to undress."
"Undress?" I take a step back. "Umm...why—"
"I'm going to be taking very exact measurements," Rarity says.
I suppose that makes sense...
I strip down to my underwear, blushing.
Rarity shakes her head. "All the way, Twilight."
"Wh-what?"
"I need to measure everything, darling."
What kind of perverted costume is she planning to make me wear? "Umm..."
"You trust me, don't you?"
I sigh. "Of course I do...I think..."
"I'm going to make you and Flash the best costumes I possibly can," Rarity says. "You're absolutely going to love them! But if it's going to fit just right, you need to cooperate here."
I sigh and remove my bra. "Umm...panties too?" I ask.
"Panties too," Rarity says.
I really hope nobody barges in here...
I finish undressing, laying my bra and panties on the bed where I can get at them quickly. Rarity picks up her measuring tape and advances on me. "Now then! Let us begin, shall we?"
I can't help but notice that the lotion she used on her face has a very strong, fragrant smell. And a bite of alcohol...
It's impossible to fight down the heat building in my face as Rarity measures every inch of my body. She takes the measurements I was expecting—height, bust, waist, hips, and so forth...
"Uhh...Rarity?"
"Yes?"
"Wh-what are you d—why are you measuring me THERE?!"
"It's complicated, darling. Do trust your tailor!"
"Are you just messing with me now? Ack! That's cold! Don't...hey! AAAHHH!"