A half hour passed before the door opened. "Happy, Sweetie Belle?" asked Diamond. "I came. Now, what was so important that you had to bother me?" "Oh, you'll see?" "And when are you going to tell me what happened to your face? You look hideous." Sweetie's ears drooped. "I do not," she whined.

"You know, Miss Tiara... it's rude to say things like that," Rarity said, stepping into the room with a tray of tea.

Diamond looked at her. "Ugh. You, too? Well... At least YOUR face is healed... somewhat..."

"Is there something wrong with me?" Rarity asked, setting the tray down on the small coffee table. "Tea?"

Diamond eyed the tea and trotted over to it. "Yeah. Your face is... just... ugh. What'd you do? Take a knife to it?"

Rarity smiled and slid the foal a cup of tea. The foal raised an eyebrow, not understanding why her insults were having no effect. She then took the cup of tea and sipped it.

Rarity smiled wider. "Tell me... What do you know of fashion?"

"Fashion?" asked Diamond. "I know what looks pretty if that's what you mean."

"Oh, tell me... What do you think pretty is?"

"Shimmering dresses and shining tiaras."

"Hmmmm... I'll keep that in mind."

"You could use a tiara or a dress. It may help with your face."

"And what's wrong with our faces?"

"Yours has scars and Sweetie's has cuts. Any normal pony can see you're not beautiful."

Rarity's eye twitched. "No... You're the one who's not beautiful... But I'll fix that soon," she said, tapping the table.

The foal suddenly fell to the floor, dropping the tea cup. "Wh... What's happening to me? Why can't I move?"

Rarity smiled as she picked up the filly, setting her up like a doll on the table. "It's a little something in the tea dearie. A little something to help one relax... Though you'll be like this for a month with the dose I gave you."

The foal gasped as Sweetie Belle trotted over to her. "Time to make her pretty, sis?"

"Yes."

"Oh, goodie," said the foal, clapping her hooves together.

"Wh-What are you going to do to me?" whimpered Tiara.

"Well, my dear little sister gave me an idea... What if I had a living doll? A personal little model?" Rarity said, picking up her knife and laying the filly on her back.

"Wh-What's the knife for?" whimpered Tiara, wide-eyed in fear. "Please... I-I'm sorry for what I said before... Just, let me go!"

"But, you're my doll now. And you need to look the part," Rarity said, making a cut down ether side of the foal's mouth just like Sweetie's.

Diamond screamed in pain. "Stop! It hurts!"

Sweetie giggled. "Only at first. You'll get used to it."

"That's right," Rarity said, patting her sister's head as she started cutting a big heart into Diamond's chest.

"NOOOOO!!!!" wailed the foal. "Please!!! LET ME GO-O-O-O!!!"

"Oh, shhh shhh," the mare said, finishing her work.

Diamond began openly sobbing. "Please... My daddy's going to kill you..."

"Your daddy is one of my costumers... I wonder if I can make him beautiful."

"N-NO! NOT DADDY!"

"Awww, don't want daddy here?"

"I-I don't want you h-hurting him."

"Then, you'll be a good doll?"

Diamond gasped and sniffled. "Y-Yes..."

"Then, how about a smile?"

"A s-smile?" whimpered the foal. "I c-can't s-smile now... Not like this..."

"Oh, well. Let's take this off your head," the mare said, pulling the tira off Diamond's head.

"N-Not that..."

"Don't worry. I have a few better ones upstairs. For now, we need to redo that... Uck mane of yours," Rarity said as she sat the filly up and began brushing her mane out straight.

"H-Hey! S-Stop that!"

Slowly, the mare worked Diamond's mane into a set of little filly pig tails. "Oh oh oh, it's so cute!"

Diamond could feel wetness on her stomach and whimpered. "Could you... at least... c-clean me?"

"Clean you?"

"I have... b-blood on me... It's so wet... Please?"

"Oh, Sweetie? Would you be a dear and clean her up?"

"Sure," said Belle. "Um... In the bathroom?"

Rarity levitated a wet rag over to the fillies. "Here."

Sweetie took it in her hoof and began washing Diamond, who closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of being cleaned.

Rarity saw this. "Oh, does my doll like being washed?"

Tiara opened her eyes. "Y... Yes..."

"Then maybe I'll have you bathed later on..."

Tiara tried to hide a smile but failed as Rarity picked her up.

"Oh, we are going to get along great. You love cleaning don't you?"

"I... I-I love to be... cleaned..."

"Oh... You like it when others clean you, do you?"

The foal looked away. "Y... Yes..."

"Well, now I know a good punishment if you say anything rude."

"Wh... Wh-What?"

"I'll let you sit without being cleaned for a few days... May even gag you so you're like a real doll," Rarity said, setting the filly on her back

Diamond gasped. "N-NO! I-I'll be good..."

"Good. Now, I'm gonna set you on my bed. Take a nap while I make you a nice dress, okay, Dolly?" asked Rarity, speaking as if she was talking to a baby as she trotted up the stairs.

"O-Okay..."

The mare set the filly down and pulled the covers over her. She then went downstairs to her sister.

"Sweetie... I need to go get diapers for our new doll. The muscle relaxer may have worked on all her body..." Rarity said as she got on a sun dress and left.

"Okay, sis. Hurry back," Sweetie called after her.