Sandbar looked down at the tile floor of the school as he sat on the bench outside of Headmare Starlight's office. He still wasn't absolutely sure that the last two days weren't a dream. He had spent all of Sunday afternoon and evening role playing with Gallus in his bedroom, followed one of the soundest nights of sleep he could ever remember, and lastly, a morning bath today before heading into school. He hadn't taken up the offer his mom and dad made him yesterday, but he figured it was only a matter of time before his inner foal and Gallus pushed him to go through with it.

His thoughts were interrupted by the door to Starlight's door opening, and the Headmare stepped halfway out into the hall.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Sandbar. Please come in." Starlight smiled at him as she turned back into her office.

Sandbar fought back a blush, as this was the first time he had seen Starlight since her demonstration in class last week. But he had mentally prepared himself for this meeting as best he could. He got up from the bench, and walked into her office, coming up to the pair of chairs in front of her desk and taking a seat in the left one.

"Now, what can I do for you this afternoon, Sandbar?" Starlight asked.

"First off, I wanted you to know that our dorm room is going to be unoccupied soon. Gallus is moving in with me and my parents, for the foreseeable future. We're gonna start cleaning it and packing tonight, and we'll most likely be out of there by the end of the week." Sandbar told her.

"That's great news, Sandbar. I'll make a note that it'll be open to the incoming class this fall. Was there anything else?" Starlight asked, taking a quill and quickly making a note of the soon-to-be availability of Dormitory 6A.

"Yes. There is." Sandbar said, before digging into his saddlebag. He took out his small twine-tied bag of bits, counted out five bits as they clinked onto the Headmare's oak desk, and slid them toward her.

"For the supplies that Trixie gave us. And before you object, I have to insist you take them. I... I wanted to thank you, Headmare. For allowing yourself to be the demonstration for class last week. Because of that, I discovered a piece of myself that I didn't even know existed, and... And for a bit I was terrified to indulge in that new discovery. But thanks to Gallus' forwardness, I'm gonna be able to explore that side of myself at home, with the support of him, and my mom and dad. So, who knows, maybe we'll run into each other in the back of Silly Filly." Sandbar said, with a blush and slight smile.

"I doubt that," Starlight began, eyeing the bits on her desk, and half-considered sliding them back to him before she decided against it, pulling them towards her and putting them into her top drawer. "If only because Soothing only takes guests back there one at a time. But I appreciate the sentiment. I hope you know how lucky you are, Sandbar, to have loved ones who let you openly explore those new sides of yourself."

"Do I ever. Honestly, half my mind still can't believe it. Right now I'm wondering if it'll ever wear off, if this will ever feel 'normal', you know?"

"In my experience, it will always feel special. So, I won't keep you. Let me know when you're entirely out of that dorm room, and you can turn your key in."

"So, you ready?" Gallus asked him.

Sandbar stood in the center of his bedroom, clean diaper snugly taped around his waist, and pacifier in his mouth. The infantile scent of foal powder still hung around his nostrils. He shifted his legs slightly, hearing his diaper crinkle as he stared at the closed bedroom door Gallus was standing next to, waiting for the colt to be ready to open it. The griffon noticed the hesitation in his expression.

"Come on, birthday boy. You look adorable, and it's about time they saw that too. They got you all this stuff for your birthday, and now it's time to embrace their offer."

It had been three weeks since he had walked into his half-transformed bedroom, and in that time, he had kept the role play confined to the bedroom. But Gallus had told him that he was pretty sure that his mom and dad had made them the house-wide role play offer because they were also somewhat curious about what their son was like in this headspace.

Sandbar took a deep breath around his pacifier, and gave Gallus a determined nod. With a smile, Gallus slowly opened the bedroom door, and waited for the pony to come up to him, and together, they walked out into the hallway. With butterflies in his stomach, Sandbar walked beside his boyfriend to the living room, where his mom sat, his two year-old sister in her lap.

"There's my baby birthday boy. Well, don't you look cute." High Tide told him, as he suckled on his pacifier and blushed in response.

"Come on, let's go to the kitchen." She said, getting up and beckoning them to join her as they walked over into the kitchen.

On the dining room table was a cake with two numbered candles, a one and seven, waiting to be lit. But Sandbar's gaze was on the cake for barely a moment, before he spotted the adult-size polished wood high chair, right next to his sister's considerably smaller one. It was barely higher than an ordinary chair, but with the feed tray in place, he doubted he was going to be able to get out of it on his own.

"We figured one more surprise was in order once Gallus told us he'd be able to convince you to bring this out of your bedroom by your birthday." High Tide said.

With Gallus nudging him forward, Sandbar stepped forward as his dad removed the tray, letting him climb into it. When the tray was put back in place, he was indeed securely in the chair. He and Gallus watched as Beachcomber lit a match and started to light the candles.

"Wait wait," Gallus interrupted, right after he had lit the number one candle. With a single claw, Gallus reached forward and plucked the unlit seven candle up out of the cake with a smirk.

"What? It's much more appropriate, don't you think?"

Author's Note

Figured there was really no reason to keep my faithful readers waiting.

I sincerely hope you enjoyed this kinky tale, and a sequel of sorts is already in the making.

Thanks for reading!

Love,
Miles