//------------------------------// // Alone: 1 // Story: Enter Gemini // by Kentavritsa //------------------------------// . Of course, I have Twilight in the room, but as a tiny Pony; she can never grow up to be a Sister, let alone one I could play with. I want a sister, one I can go out with, sharing anything and everything with. I can hear the sounds of Octavia's Cello, as if it had been on the radio; since I am wearing my head-set, the once I had originally designed for Twilight Sparkle the first day. She had appeared on my table, then promptly established Twilight Town. I had enjoyed her company, just as I had enjoyed the company of her friends; who later moved into her village, one by one. Twilight Town may still be small, but at least it is a home for Twilight. I talk to Twilight every day, she is always there; even if she had established a number of activities and hobbies of her own. I could not blame her, she needs something to do, aside from keeping me company. What a friend would I be; if I had been expecting her to be waiting for me, every instant of the day? None, no friend at all. While I had a few other friends, aside from Twilight; just as I had been making a few, mostly with and even for her on the few occasions. Maybe I should have been proud? Of course, then the glaring issue is staring me in the face. I am looking up, reminded of the issue. It is my birthday, in but a few days. "If you want a friend, the best way is to be one yourself!" Twilight had told me, and I know she is right; "If I want a gift, maybe I had to give one first?" I ponder; "But how do I do it and what do I give?" I ponder, while I had known it all along. She had told me, already; but it had not occurred to me, exactly how and what to make out of it. I had seen several sketches of dolls and Mecha's already. Just that none of these would give me, what I had in mind; even if I knew, she loves her Mecha's. Just as I know Neko still loves her Hitomi very dearly. How could I blame her? "If you want a sister; who is she, and what do you want her to look like?" Pinkie had interrupted me, as I browse the files I have on my Stylus. "A Sister, of course.." I mumble. With that, I notice a file appearing on the screen, before I notice it is starting to render. "This should be just about right?" Pinkie exclaims. "She will need a wardrobe, so she can go out in public; but I guess you have a few on file, Darling!" Rarity intones, snickering with a wide grin spreading over her muzzle. "Thank you.." I respond. "Ping!" is heard, as the render is completed. A new Mecha is lying on my bed, looking almost exactly like me; but clearly having all the characteristics of Twilight Sparkle, in a Human form. Empty, the Mecha is still unconscious; unmoving and unresponsive. "Let me help you, May!" Twilight exclaims; as she is teleporting over to the Mecha, who opens her mouth to permit Twilight to step in. Twilight quietly steps in, and the Mecha is closing her mouth; Twilight finds herself teleported from within the mouth and right into the head of the Mecha who stirs to life. "Huh, this does feel weird; but still eerily familiar, in a comforting manner I just can not quite put a hoof onto!" she points out. The next moment, Twilight is sitting up in my bed; turning and slipping her bare feet out of my bed, sitting up in a fluid motion. With a thump, of her feet hitting the floor; she is standing up, scanning the room in bemused recognition. "May, could I borrow some of your clothes; assuming they will fit me, in this form!" she puts forth. "By all means, please do!" I merely confirm, generously; and why not, she is after all my friend. "Thank you, May!" she responds, as she is walking over to the wardrobe. She is opening the doors to the wardrobe, with practiced ease; scanning the content, before she is choosing what to wear. After a moment, she is extracting a pair of black cotton panties; stepping into them, pulling them up with one fluid motion only to afford the garment a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. "Surprisingly comfortable.." she observes, enjoying the close fit based on the similar built. Now, she is extracting a brassiere; pulling it down over her head, affording it a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice. Since I had matching underwear on one hanger, it had been only too easy to pick out the matching top. Well, why not? Why would I enjoy spending time on searching for the top or brassiere, to match the brassiere or panties? It is easier, to just hang them and store them together in this manner. "Black underwear goes well with your complexion.." Rarity observes, as she is looking at Twilight in the newly put on underwear; "Maybe a deep blue would go well over these?" she then adds. "Thank you, Rarity!" Twilight responds. The next moment, she is extracting a mini-skirt, in a deep, bright blue; stepping right into it, pulling it all the way up. From there, she is affording the skirt a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice; in order to achieve that ever elusive perfect fit. Largely, because it feels better. Ill fitting clothes are not comfortable, after all; but rather distracting, and quite uncomfortable to the effect. Twilight now extracts a matching short cropped Blouse top; slipping her right hand through the sleeve, before she is slipping the left hand through the other. Once she is comfortable with the fit; she is buttoning it all the way up under her chin. "Quite fetching, Darling!" Rarity exclaims; "These are perfectly you!" she adds, as if it had been an afterthought. "While I never was much into wearing clothes, as a Pony; but I don't mind to be presentable, and enjoy to wear these!" she responds, with a snicker. "I had not expected to feel the clothes, on my body; while in this Mecha, but now I realize it had been intended for me to appear fully Human!" Twilight now realize, in stunned chock. "Since I know what you like, I will not make you wear dresses or gowns in an informal setting; but a pair of knee-length socks should still be right for you, Twilight!" Rarity points out; "Even if you don't need to wear these, while indoors!" she continues. With that, Twilight is extracting a pair of matching black stockings; slipping her feet into them, right and left. "Would you mind, following me out on an Antiquing adventure, May!" Twilight inquires. "Should be most interesting, checking out a few stores selling old and use books and other curious nick-nacks!" I respond. "Thank you, May!" she responds. With that, I am following her out to the cloaking room. I notice her choosing a pair of brand new blue high heels Rarity had rendered for her for this occasion. True to Rarity, the shoes are fitting her perfectly. Once I wear a matching pair, I open the door and step right out; Twilight in tow, closing the door behind herself. --- --- --- Next chapter: Antiquing