"Hey Rarity?"

"Yes?"

"It's Anon. I need a quick favor from you."

She was willing to hear me out if I went and paid her a visit at the shop after hours, while at the same time stopping for a pumpkin spice latte for her at Sugar Cube Corner. Pinkie Pie knew what to put in it, so I didn't have to ask. All I needed was my jacket and wallet and I was already on my way, with my grandparents almost doubling over from the daily alcohol. Fall was in full motion (if it wasn't already) around that time, which made things obviously a bit chillier at sunset. The traffic had died down some, but there were people walking around and trying for some last minute shopping as the shops closed their doors for the day. Rarity was waiting for me outside of the shop, waiting for me to get inside so she can lock the shop behind us. Her hair was frazzled, the red glasses were on, so that was a massive red flag to stay out of her way or you will seriously get fucked up.

"Hello, Anon," Rarity said as she had to unlock the door. I made my way inside the closed shop. It was getting late, so I had to ask why on a school day she was going to lock herself inside the same shop she had just spent hours working at.

"Have to ship out a entry for a fashion contest by tomorrow. I have the keys to the shop, and I'm allowed here after dark. Also helps when there isn't a costumer... being everywhere," she said as rushed herself back to work. She didn't even had the time for a hug, as she was already in the back slaving away. The back room was white, hot, and muggy, with the metallic industrial fan in the back aimed towards the ceiling, Her giant clipboard had the latest design: It looked like her best one yet. It was a blue-ish long curve dress with rhinestones all over, the edges were outlined with a transparent, black frill.

"And a matching purse!" she rejoiced as she placed over the shoulder of the mannequin holding the dress, completing the set. The slip-on shoes were also blue with rhinestones

Oh yea, this one is a winner.

After taking off the dress, labeling the box with a "Fragile" stamp in every available spot, the last thing it needed was a shipping label. After that: it was on the register counter, ready to be shipped out first thing when the shop opened up.

"Thanks for hanging out with me while I finished up, it makes the time fly. So what did you need, Anon?" Rarity said as she took off her glasses and unbuttoned a few on her blouse, allowing the breeze to trickle down her shirt. I bit of her bra peeked through so it was a welcoming sight to a beautiful woman.

"I want to order a custom dress?"

"Really? I've never done a drag dress before," she said with a smirk.

"Funny. My little sister's birthday is coming up and..."

"Say no more, I'll do it."

"Really?"

"It's a win-win,Anon. you get your dress, It counts as my sales goals, I get a cut of the money, and it will be a great addition to my portfolio."

Rarity went to the register and pulled the order form. My mom managed to send my sister's measurements in a text she sent earlier, so at least that was taken care of.

"OOOOOH! She is so beautiful!" Rarity screamed when she saw the picture of her on my phone.

"And as soft as a cactus if she doesn't like you," I replied.

"Oh hush, girls are always rough around the edges when they are young. Now, you have to pay half up front and the other half when i'm finished. 250 dollars."

"Isn't that the full price for a dress?"

"Yes it is," She said as she snatched the money out of my hand and began to count it. "The second half will be more... fun."

"You know, I could pay the rest right now..."

"I seriously doubt you will want to since I'm in the time of the month. Anyway, If you're eager to start repaying: clothes off."

I was hoping for something a bit more fun when she asked me to remove my clothes. Instead, I ended up being her live mannequin. Her boss asked her to make the business suit as a favor for a friend: who happened to own a multinational, so perfection to the clothes wasn't a fashion statement: It had the potential to make or break multi-million dollar business deals.

"Very smashing," She said as the finishing touches were in place, mostly the legit, actual silver stubs and the rose in the breast pocket. She stood next to me as we both observed the final product in the mirror. It was a charcoal suit, with a blue checkerboard undershirt. The tie was a navy blue and the shoes were custom made. Everything but the buttons, the shoes, and the stubs and small metal accessories were all made by hand.

Damn, I looked tight as fuck.

"You both have the same body size, so I thought why not?"

"Glad I can help Rarity, I never wore a suit worth this much before."

She walked to the table in the back of the room and had a hat in her hand. It wasn't any other that thou...

Oh god.

"Lastly, we need a accessory, so a nice fedora..."

"No."

"I like a gentleman with a nice fedora. It's very classy."

I couldn't stop laughing. "Ok..... M'lady."

"How about a trilby?"

That made me laugh even harder.

"I think we are fine without a hat."

"If you say so. Oh! one last thing...." she said while blushing

"Yea?"

"Well, he asked for a full suit, so that includes... Socks and underwear."

"Oh."

Oh...

Oh!

Author's Notes:

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