Original Description:
Advertising campaign
It’s been almost a month since this adventure started and, in spite of myself, I’m starting to enjoy being treated like a princess. Everyone is nice to me, gives me little compliments here and there, pays attention to me… in short, all the things I could only dream of as a stallion. It’s not fair, males also like to be complimented and to be taken care of! Maybe I should take that initiative and treat my male companions like they treat me? I would probably get some pretty unexpected reactions.
Speaking of unexpected reactions, hardly any of the ponies seemed to pay attention to the fact that I’ve been wearing a brand new dress for the past few days. I’ve gotten my share of compliments of course, but none of them seemed to think that this is abnormal behavior for me. I hope at least my secret admirer understood my answer. By the way, I haven’t heard from him since. I’m a little worried, I hope I haven’t done something he doesn’t like? Or maybe he is too busy right now to send me a letter…
After all, it’s pretty hectic at the theater, we’re starting to advertise our new production and everyone is working hard to get a full house for the opening night in about six weeks. It seems so far and so close at the same time…
Rehearsals are going well, everyone knows their lines by heart and everyone is giving it their all. Even Golden seems more involved than usual. In fact, about him, he seems wiser and more serious than before.
As the main couple, we have a lot of scenes together. In the beginning he was having fun reminding me that I was “the female” and he was “the male” by making many sexist remarks about me. I sincerely pity the mares who are treated like that on a daily basis, it’s just annoying. But fortunately for me, he seems to have gotten tired of it. I wonder why I have to keep this princess role if he can’t find anything to amuse from me anymore. Anyway, I’m not going to say anything, I wouldn’t want to give him any ideas.
Interesting subject, the kissing scene. I was waiting for it every time with a lot of apriori preparing myself to have my lips savagely raped. But, strangely, he never went to the end, contenting himself with touching them. Does he hope to make me languish or something like that? In any case it suits me, even if on the big day he has to go through with it.
And since the beginning you must be wondering why I’m dressed as a maid. Well, it’s another idea from Brown Hooves to draw attention to our play and its atypical casting.
She managed to secure a partnership with a rather famous “maid cafe” in Manehattan and, to promote the play, she had the good idea to have me work there for a week with the great suggestion to introduce myself as a stud to my clients and talk about our play between two cups of tea… Quite frankly, I don’t feel good about this idea. But on the other hooves, being a week away from Golden is a real boon for me. And then, the maid’s uniform makes me look pretty good, maybe I’ll have some success finally?