The outfit was a long, flowing dress with a barely covered chest section and matching high white heels, like the one Marilyn Monroe wore. Applejack went pale and almost bolted for the door right then, until she remembered her nakedness.
Where is my costume anyway?” Just as she asked that, the wardrobe doors opened up enough to show a white cloth covering a mannequin. “Good, I got some work to do at the farm today and Granny’ll be angry if she thinks I’m slacking. 2 hours maybe?” she was a little disappointed her friend wasn’t as excited to be here as she was most girls would be delighted to try on an official Rarity design, she told herself. I just need you to try the dress on and then get yourself ready for the camera. “Yes Applejack, we’ll be finished that much faster. “That means we’ll done quicker, right?” Applejack asked nervously as her friend told her to start stripping down and moved to the wardrobe doors to get the clothes. “OK, you’ll be glad to know that you are exactly the right size, I won’t even need to make adjustments to your outfit.” Rarity told her, snapping her back to the dressing room. very Rarity-ish but not Applejack-ish she thought to herself. She didn’t mind helping out in a photo-shoot, if it was moving the lights or cameras or something, or she would have loved to be using one of those giant fans to make wind! But being a model was not her idea of a good time, especially for Rarity’s designs that were usually girly and ‘unique’. All you managed to do in those 30 seconds was make a mess, and now you have to follow through.”.Īpplejack let out a defeated sigh and let the young fashionista take her measurements, trying to find some way out of the situation that wouldn’t make her best friend upset. You said you could eat that whole apple in 30 seconds or you’d do whatever I ask for a day. “Yes Applejack, I need an emergency model for this photo-shoot and there’s no one I know as absolutely perfect for it as you! You should be honoured to be a part of my art.” Rarity replied, giving Applejack a quick once over with the tape measure and not really paying attention to the girl’s complaints, only looking up briefly into her eyes to remind her “Besides, you lost our little wager yesterday.
“Rarity, are you really gonna make me do this?” Applejack asked her friend as she led her into the dressing room.
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