Spending a whole day in Luna's care had revitalized Flash. He danced around the house all the following day, cleaning and cooking, swishing his skirts and singing aloud to the music he was playing.

With both the sisters missing during the day, he'd taken a little time to catch up on trying a recipe or two that he'd seen—such that when the front door opened to admit Celestia, the house was filled to the brim with the smell of baked cookies.

"Fleur, what have you been up to?" When Celestia entered the kitchen, it was in time to see Flash lifting another tray of cookies from the oven.

Looking back at his mommy, Flash shared a big smile with her. "There isn't enough house to spend all day cleaning it, so I did a little baking."

Gravitating toward the cake that was sitting to one side on the bench, Celestia seemed barely able to drag her eyes from the delicious treats to settle them on Flash. "Luna had to call a rain-check on tonight, so it will be just us two."

The news drew a little sigh from Flash.

"You two had a lot of fun yesterday, didn't you?" Celestia, apparently, hadn't missed the wistful note. When Flash nodded, she smiled so brightly it was like having the sun dawn in the kitchen. "I'm glad to hear that. Have you picked something out to wear for tonight?"

"I was going to wear my favorite dress. The one that matches both your colors and Luna's?"

"The warm, summer tones? Oh, I like that one. You don't mind if I have a piece of that ca—" Celestia drew her hand back from where it had been reaching toward the cake, right before Flash and tried to shoo her away. "But—"

"Here. I made one especially for you, Mommy." Flash lifted the lid on a tray he'd kept aside to reveal the one iced cupcake with cream and jelly inside it that he'd baked for Celestia.

Seeing the treat, Celestia wrapped her arms around Flash and pulled him into a tight hug—though this mostly had the effect of pushing his face into her cleavage, since she was wearing flats and Flash had heeled pumps on.

Not that Flash was going to complain. Celestia's cleavage was expansive, warm, and welcoming. Tilting his head up to look at her past her breasts, he asked, "We can have the cake when we're home from dinner."

Celestia kissed Flash on his nose (that barely extended out of the top of her cleavage). "Then I will devour your little present and we can get ready to leave."

Released from his excursion to Celestia's bust, Flash only blushed moderately as he got back to slipping the cookies into the big cookie jar he'd purchased for this exact purpose. With the four trays of cookies, and making allowance for the one tray cooling, he almost filled the jar halfway.

Getting dressed, now that Flash had spent more than a little time doing so properly himself, was both more straightforward and less so. Dressing as a guy, he could pull on jeans and a shirt over whatever boxers he happened to have on, throw some socks on, sneakers, and he was as dressed as he'd needed to be.

Now, though, Flash had an entire series of tasks to prepare him for putting anything at all on, to say nothing of selecting the right underwear for what dress and shirt he wanted. Being soft colors, he selected a skin tone bra and panties, his favorite soft yellow skirt, and a pale blue shirt. It would play well with Luna's darker tones (if she'd been attending) and Celestia's normally bright palette.

With his longer hair, he decided something to lift it up all around but with a small spill down the center of his back would be good. He made it so. Pulling his panties on after a quick shower, making sure he had a pad in them, Flash turned his attention to his chest. With good eating (mostly his practice with baking) he'd put on a little extra softness. It wasn't much, and was unnoticeable except at his chest.

He knew it was wishful thinking. It still took the same amount of padding to fill his cups, but he was sure that when Luna had clutched and squeezed his chest, there was more there. The memory of that amazing day still resonated, and so the rest of his preparations went by with him humming a tune he couldn't remember.

The skirt swished first around his soles at first but, with the addition of a pair of high heels, the hem raised to a little below his ankles. His top was a cute camisole that showed off his bra straps and the hint of cleavage he'd managed to cultivate. It was chiffon silk, and he needed something to go over it, he thought, so he would have a jacket to take off in the restaurant.

Looking in his closet, he saw the one thing that would be perfect. It reminded him of his high school jackets he'd sometimes worn, but this was cut for a woman, not a boy. A light and soft leather that, when he pulled it over his shoulders, didn't simply hang—it pulled inward.

He made his way over to his vanity unit and first tied his hair back with a loose band before starting on his makeup. He wanted to look and feel like a woman, and that meant he had some work to do. Foundation, some gloss on his lips, a hint of color for his cheeks, and the wonderful deep blue eye shadow that worked so well with his hair. A few more bits and pieces, and he was happy with his look. The woman in the mirror definitely helped with that.

Last of all was his hair, which took a little work to manage, but in short order he had the temporary hair band out and was pinning and securing his hair up before letting it tumble down his back. Briefly, he wondered when he should start to get it cut. Did he want waist-length? He'd heard from Rainbow that it could be hard to take care of, but it wasn't like his mommy or dommy wouldn't let him have more time to primp himself.

But that was something for another day—another night. Standing up, Flash turned in place and the woman in the mirror wasn't Flash Sentry, she was Fleurette. It was such a wonderfully affirming thing to have a name like that for such a look.

Walking to the door, he felt more comfortable in his heels than ever—and almost walked into Celestia. "S-Sorry!"

The look his mommy bestowed upon him was pure bliss. Flash blushed and couldn't help himself than to turn slightly.

"Fleur, you look amazing! Is this what you and Rainbow were shopping for a few days ago?" Celestia stepped back and then held her finger out and twirled it in a circle. When Flash obediently spun, Celestia let out a little gasp and pulled her phone from her pocket. "Luna is going to be so jealous she couldn't make it—but she wouldn't let me hear the end of it if I didn't show her this."

Flash was obliged to do a few poses, not wanting to disappoint his mommy. Turning this way and that, he even brought one manicured hand up to touch his chin with a single slim finger. Celestia's phone devoured him and rendered every innocent (and less than innocent) image to its memory card.

"Now to pick the best four—which you've made very difficult, Fleur—and send them to her."

Leaving Celestia to her mammoth task, Flash walked down the hallway to the living room to await his mommy's readiness. Each step made him aware anew how much the heels forced his gait into one that made his hips sway.

He didn't have long to wait, and this time (without the distraction of her camera) Flash took more notice of what Celestia was wearing. A short burnished bronze skirt that made her long legs seem even more so, a white button-up shirt, and stockings stretched all the way from her calf-boots to sights unseen. "You look so scrumptious I might eat you if we have to wait any longer. Come on."

Blushing a little, Flash took a step toward the door and then gasped. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. "I forgot my purse!" His mommy's giggles chased him down the hall and back to his room.

There was an important choice to be made. When Flash had first started acquiring a proper wardrobe, he'd been limited to only one purse. Biting his lip, Flash looked around the gaggle of style and color he had now. He had three blue purses, but he wanted the dark one to match his eye shadow.

Slipping his wallet into the purse, he added his lip gloss, a brush, some spare hair clips, a hair tie in case it all went to Tartarus, and finally his phone. Then he paused, added his pads, some tissues, and a little pack of wipes too. Finally, with his accouterments in order, Flash made his way back to the front of the house. "Sorry, I need to find the right one and then I had to—"

Celestia put a finger to Flash's lips and smiled down at him. "It's perfectly alright, Fleur. You're acting like I don't sometimes spend an hour picking out my makeup and purse." She kissed him on the forehead, giggled at the red mark her lips had left, then used a tissue to clean Flash's forehead.

Holding still was almost impossible, what with Flash practically vibrating with boish energy. He waited for Celestia to clean her lipstick from his forehead and followed her outside. The evening was a little cool, but Flash's cheeks were still flushed enough that he didn't feel it.

Celestia sat down in her seat beside him, and reached across to check his seat belt. "All buckled in?"

Squirming a little, Flash nods. "Yes, Mommy."

The tone was light as they drove to the restaurant. Celestia parked the car and they both got out. It was only a short walk, but each step reminded Flash of how much his gait had changed for wearing heels.

The inside of the restaurant was neat and quiet, and the maitre d' efficient at escorting "the two lovely ladies" to a table.

Carefully folding his legs, Flash sat exactly as a lady should and set his purse on a spare chair beside him.

Settled and watching Flash, Celestia asked, "Now that we're both comfortable, Fleur, what did you think about Steph? I admit I was a little worried the physical connection without any emotional backing would put you off."

The forthright question blindsided Flash. He had to focus on his feelings regarding the guy and what it meant in the context of that night. "You told him about me, I could tell. He knew my safe word and you were there with me. Steph was fun because he was adult about what he wanted and he respected me enough to make sure I was okay with it." Picking up the carafe of water on the table, Flash poured himself a glass and took a sip. "Plus he was so hunky."

"I was starting to wonder if my little Fleur only had a thing for girls. It's good to be open about this." Celestia blinked in surprise and then stood up. "You'll have to excuse me. I need to visit the little girl's room."

Flash, and probably every other man in the room watched Celestia as she walked. Though most of them would have been drooling at the raw sexual energy she put out—or so Flash thought—but his love was not that shallow.

It was as Flash was looking back to the menu before him that something in his peripheral registered as familiar. Looking up at the sea of diners in the room, he tried to figure out who it was he'd seen. He was still looking when Celestia returned and took her seat.

A waitress must have been lying in wait, since she chose that time to approach the table. "May I take you ladies' orders now, or perhaps assist in selecting the perfect meal?"

She was so smooth and self-assured that she had Flash wondering how she'd gotten that intrusive-but-not-really balance so perfect.

"We'll have the rocket salad entree each. I'll have the salmon main—actually, we both will. And a coffee and ice cream dessert each. A glass of the house white for myself and lemonade for my daughter." The superior look Celestia wore made Flash wonder something. Something he didn't ask until the waiter left with their order.

"Was something wrong?" Flash finally asked.

"They seem more focused on heavy meals. Not that I don't appreciate something thick and beefy, Fleurette, but sometimes a lady wants something lighter."

"Like Steph?" Flash asked, a tiny grin betraying his amusement.

"He is a heavy meal indeed. Lots of beef." Celestia laughed at that. "What about you, Fleurette? You had your eye on someone back in high school, wasn't it Thunderbass?"

Closing his eyes, Flash tried his honest best not to squirm at all, but he failed. "It was a one-sided crush, but I was so into him." The words slipped out, but Flash was glad he said them. They needed to come out so he could admit his feelings. "It's—"

The salads and drinks arrived. Flash got to sip his lemonade while picking away at the salad. He looked at his glass after sipping from it and noticed a lipstick mark on it. For a fraction of a moment he considered that it was dirty from some girl sipping from it—then he realized some girl was him.

Celestia paused for a moment, then asked, "Were there any girls you liked?"

Flash snorted. "Two, remember? I had the best and worst taste. Ponies, both times. One an outlaw and the other a princess." Despite how his efforts to find love among the fairer sex had never eventuated, Flash still had a special spot in his heart devoted to each of them. He sighed.

"With how things turned out, I wouldn't say any of that was 'worst taste', just bad timing. So, out of the three, how would you rate each?" Given she'd been the one asking the questions, Celestia was further through her salad, though Flash had drunk more of his lemonade.

It actually caused Flash to stop eating and pause. "That's a tough one. Twilight is an amazing person. She had this bookish-but-tough vibe." Realizing he wouldn't finish the food before dessert arrived, he ate some more before continuing. "Then Sunset. I mean, when she was bad, she was bad," he said, using emphasis and a smirk to show what bad he meant. "But, when she was good…" Closing his eyes, Flash pictured Sunset Shimmer saving his world's Twilight Sparkle from being overcome by magic. "… she was amazing."

"She's still doing her world-saving thing, when she's not causing social upheaval with her art." Her salad now a memory, Celestia sipped her wine. "And what about Thunderbass?"

Pondering his high school unrequited love, Flash sighed. "He was the best friend I could ever have asked for. Whenever I needed help, he'd be the first to offer me a hand. Didn't matter how bad the situation was. I guess he wasn't interdimensionally-awesome, but he made up for that with being there."

"Scores, then?"

Finding his plate empty, Flash took a long sip of his lemonade. "They're all eleven out of ten."

"And, what about me?"

Flash tried not to panic. He trusted his mommy not to freak out if he gave "the wrong answer". Besides, he had the perfect answer. "Twelve. In your own way, you're top of your field too."

"So why not eleven? Where does my extra one come from?" Pausing their conversation while a waiter came and took their empty plates and glasses, Celestia said, "Refills on the wine and a lemonade, please."

Waiting for their drinks to be refilled, Flash found himself humming one of the songs his high school band had played. It made him smile to remember the bassline they'd written for it, it let Thunderbass show off his skills.

"Here you go. Your main course will be coming soon." The waitress set the drinks before them and slipped away again before she could intrude further.

When Flash didn't immediately continue, Celestia pouted. "Please?"

"The extra one comes from us being together and you making me part of your life." He delivered his best smile to her. "I think I can see our food coming."

"Two salmon en croute with sauteed broccolini and spinach with a cream sauce."

Flash's eyes widened at the spectacular dish. He knew, from what research he'd done on meals to prepare for the sisters, that such was a complex recipe but that the combination would work. The smell alone filled him with desire to try making it himself. "Thank you."

"Thank you," Celestia said, admiring her plate.

When the waitress left, there seemed to be little time for talk. Both of them made appreciative sounds of gastronomical bliss as they dismantled the fish and vegetables, stopping only to take sips of their drinks.

Neither was able to say a word after the course. The waitress bustled over and retrieved their plates. "Would you like your dessert now or would you like to wait a little while? I could bring you coffee?"

"That would be nice. Also, please do delay that dessert course—I think we're both still appreciating that salmon." Looking over at Flash, Celestia raised an eyebrow.

Unsure what to say, Flash said, "Huh?"

"What type of coffee would you like?" Celestia asked.

"Our chef makes a wonderful hot chocolate, if you two ladies would prefer that?"

"Given how much her eyes dilated at the mention of that, I believe two of those would suit us wonderfully." When the waitress was gone, Celestia asked Flash, "Describe him for me."

"Who? Thunderbass?" At Celestia's nod, Flash closed his eyes to better see his memories. "Lighter blue hair than mine, but with a streak down the middle. His voice was soft and a bit nervous." Picturing Thunderbass in his head, Flash shivered a little. "And he always smiled. Always."

It was a little half-truth. Being close friends, Flash had seen how Thunderbass interacted with his girlfriends. Assertive would be an understatement. Thunderbass had been in control of every moment Flash'd seen him with a girl. It was always Thunderbass making the moves, deciding things, and even ordering food.

Just thinking of the way he'd take control had Flash squeezing his legs together as his mind dared to insert him in the role of Thunderbass' girlfriend. Gropes, slaps, kisses that would leave him panting for more—it was enough to make Flash feel his cage's tightness for the first time that evening.

Waiting until after their drinks arrived, Celestia changed the topic. "A question, but if you could have a man do anything with you—Steph for example—what would you like the most?"

Flash couldn't answer. His earlier fantasy about being Thunderbass' girlfriend made him blush too much and he knew he'd stammer if he opened his mouth. He hid behind his cup and shook his head. A sip of the chocolate disrupted his panic, though, and he finally said, "What he did, when he told me to do things"—Flash took a deep breath—"was nice. It wasn't far enough, though. I like to imagine being held from behind, pushed around a little, m-maybe even made to do things."

At some point Flash had looked down into his cup but, when he finished his most lurid fantasy, he looked up to see Celestia smiling at him. He fumbled for what to say.

"Now that's something I can get behind. I know you and Luna enjoy a little bit of that together, but there is just something special about having a man do it, isn't there?" Celestia asked.

To hear his mommy say it sent a thrill through Flash. He blushed up a storm and managed to nod while sipping more of the chocolate.

"I arranged for a day spent with Rainbow and her new friend. Not tomorrow, but the day after. You'll be free?"

Flash nodded more, then mentally shook himself to get out of that mindset. "Of course. Where will we be going—or will they be coming over?"

"Well, after talking with Miss Sweet, it seems both Rainbow and yourself need some new outfits. I arranged for us to spend the day with an expert seamstress and fashionista to help correct that."

"R-Rarity?" Flash asked. "But she doesn't have her own shop yet."

"Yes and no. She got a small funding opportunity and is running a popup boutique for a month. Technically we'll be her first day, which will mean we'll be helping her smooth things out. You won't be the only two getting in on this. Luna and myself will be getting our measurements taken for some outfits we'll be ordering." Celestia didn't stop talking when their desserts arrived; she simply nodded to the waitress.

"Trust me, Fleurette, it'll be a wonderful day for all of us."

With a day's notice, Flash spent his time working hard to make sure the house was extra clean. He mopped, cleaned the oven, went over all the couches with a vacuum, and even did four big loads of laundry (one was clothes, the rest were their linen) so that having a day off didn't mean he'd be behind.

Flash had dinner ready for Luna and Celestia when they both got home from work, though it wasn't as fancy as the restaurant meal. When the day was at an end and he was about to climb into bed, his phone beeped with a message.

Picking up his phone, he stretched out and yawned. All day he'd been pushing back his fantasies in order to get his work done, but now he hadn't a single excuse to not indulge a little.

Thunderbass. The name made him squirm on the bed a little as he imagined all the things a man like him would get up to with a woman. A woman like Fleur.

He continued squirming and giggled on the bed, imagining Thunderbass pulling Fleur into a hug and kissing her neck. He got so carried away in the fantasy that he forgot about his phone for a few minutes as he indulged in flights of fancy. When he came back to his senses, he checked the screen.

It was from Rainbow Dash. "Hey, uh, I don't know if we're meant to talk about it, but Sour just told me we're all going out tomorrow."

"Dresses. Mommy said we're going to see Rarity about dresses and hang out," Flash sent back.

"NGL, that sounds like the girliest thing ever."

"😆 You are a girl, Rainbow."

"Yeah yeah. Don't rub it in, Fleur. 😅" Before Flash could reply, Rainbow also sent, "I need to go to sleep sometime. I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay. Good night!"

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