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| 1 | >be Garret | |
| 2 | >have one of the greatest creative mothers in the entire world | |
| 3 | >you snuck into her sowing room, where her works resided | |
| 4 | >Mom always glared laser beams through you | |
| 5 | >"Garret, there is only one rule here. Do. Not. Touch. My. Dresses." | |
| 6 | "Yes, mom." | |
| 7 | >for years, you'd looked at the door with fear coursing through your veins | |
| 8 | >tonight, mom was in Canterlot with the rest of her friends discussing important business about trade between Ponyville itself and Itailia | |
| 9 | >what Itailia wanted from Ponyville was beyond you | |
| 10 | >what mattered was that it was just you and these clothes | |
| 11 | >it was time to release Gina from hiding | |
| 12 | >diving in, you shuffle through the clothing in search of everything you've ever wanted | |
| 13 | >you spot a pair of stockings and grin excitedly | |
| 14 | >you toss your clothing away, spare the pair of panties you wore for the occassion, and slip into the silk stockings | |
| 15 | >it feels surreal | |
| 16 | >you slide your hands up your thighs and shudder at the warmth and softness | |
| 17 | >finding one of Rarity's famed dresses, you slide yourself in | |
| 18 | >you locate a mirror and observe yourself | |
| 19 | >turning this way and that, you feel many components are missing | |
| 20 | >you grab the periwinkle lipstick from mom's work station, pursing your lips and applying it as you had seen from the crack in the bathroom door many a time before | |
| 21 | >still, something is missing | |
| 22 | >you snatch up the makeup kit and a brush, now becoming more frantic with your work | |
| 23 | >applying the makeup as best you can, you run to the mirror again, the full picture starting to shape up nicely | |
| 24 | >you brush your hair back gently, putting it in a neat ponytail | |
| 25 | >yeah, this is the real Gina | |
| 26 | >you're posing in the mirror when the door swings open | |
| 27 | >"Goddamnit, Rarity. Always forgetting the simplest shit." | |
| 28 | >looking up from the letter he read, your dad freezes in confusion and shock | |
| 29 | >"...Garret...?" | |
| 30 | "Father." | |
| 31 | >"Uh... where's your mom's purple lipstick?" | |
| 32 | >you hand it to him | |
| 33 | "Periwinkle" | |
| 34 | >he looks at you with worry | |
| 35 | >"Is there something you wanted to tell me?" | |
| 36 | "Get out." |
