Flash was squirming in the seat now. The memory of the ride home from tennis, where he had to spend all his time not focusing on the throbbing, messy penis that was trapped in the chastity cage—that was still trapped in the cage. He squirmed more as he felt himself shift inside that trap.

"Your destination is two-hundred feet on your right."

"We're here, Fleurette," Luna said, reaching one hand over to pet Flash's thigh. She gave him a little squeeze as she pulled up at the house.

Taking a deep breath, Flash opened the door and climbed out of the car. His dress fluttered a little in the breeze as he walked around the vehicle to Luna's window. "When are you—?"

"Just give me a call, sweet-cheeks. You have your phone and spare pads, right?" Luna glanced at the purse Flash was carrying—of course it matched his dress just perfectly, a soft blue to the outfit's pinks.

Flash wasn't sure when Luna had gotten the dress or the purse for him, but he secretly loved all the little gifts she showered him with—even if the bag made him blush. "Yes."

"And you have Rainbow's present?"

"Yes."

"And you'll give me a kiss on the cheek before I go?"

That was something that Flash was more than happy to do. Leaning down, he felt Luna's hand reach behind his neck and pull him closer. His lips found her cheek, the softness of her dark skin making his sensitive lips tingle.

"Good girl. Now, go and have fun."

"Ye—" Flash didn't get to finish. Luna drove off and left him with just one option now. Turning on the heels she'd made sure he was wearing, he walked up the path toward the front door and pressed the doorbell.

He didn't have to wait long before Rainbow tossed the door open. She was wearing a pair of white shorts, knee-length striped white and yellow socks, and an oversize shirt that had #1 Cutie printed on the front of its pink fabric. "Hey, Flash, come in. Oh, uh, do you want me to call you Fleur?"

"W-Whatever you feel comfortable with." Flash hadn't been given the choice about which he preferred before, and now that left him with a complicated decision to make. Did he prefer one and not the other? Flash was his birth name, but Fleurette was—it was his true name. "Actually, Fleur would be better." He could feel himself blushing up a storm as he said it.

"Hey, Fleur, relax. Just us girls here today with no dommes to order us around." Rainbow backed up from the door, giving Flash no excuse now but to enter.

Just us girls. The words echoed in Flash's head as he stepped into the house. It wasn't huge, but the living room looked cozy and he could smell something other than Rainbow's deodorant. It was a heady fragrance and far more feminine than he thought Rainbow would wear. "Does Sour live here too?"

"Hrmm? Oh, yeah, we got a house together when we both realized it was stupid trying to live apart. We just fit together so well that there's no chance anyone else could match up." Rainbow walked over to the couch and flopped down on it like a sack of potatoes. "So, whatcha wanna do? We could put on a movie if you want?"

"Uh, sure. Something cute? Jus-Just as a background. I get nervous when I'm dressed like this without Luna or Celestia around." Flash sat on a spare seat and pulled his dress between his legs as he did.

"Luna or Celestia? Wait, hold up. You're Luna's sub, right?" Rainbow asked, getting up and walking over to the movie collection.

"Y-Yeah, but Celestia is my"—Flash gulped, he wasn't sure how Rainbow would react—"she's my mommy."

Rainbow paused just as she'd reached the expansive Disney collection that took up a good portion of one shelf. "Mommy? How's that work?"

"Well, she tells me—I mean she treats me like her daughter." As he spoke, Flash got more and more defensive. He pulled his legs up and against him and crossed his arms around his knees.

"Daughter, huh?" Glancing back at Flash, Rainbow winked at him. "I bet that must be awesome?"

The question stunned Flash right out of his retreat. He sat there, frozen, trying to process what she meant.

"I mean, you like it, right? Being treated like a cute girl is your deal?" Rainbow asked him. When he nodded, she grinned. "So I bet that must be awesome. I mean, getting treated exactly how you want to be, by two smoking-hot babes."

Flash, without a doubt, couldn't stop blushing all the way to his core at that. It was true just like the sun rises every morning was true. Luna and Celestia, his mistress and his mommy, were the two most beautiful women he'd ever seen, and the way they treated him completed his life in ways he could never have dreamed of.

"Earth to Fleur. Earth to Fleur!"

Shaking his head to clear it of the daydream his life had become, Flash looked at Rainbow. "S-Sorry."

"No sweat, Fleur. So, do you want ye another Lion King"—Rainbow held up a movie case with a bunch of big cats on it and a second with a snowy paradise—"or snow princess has a bad day and needs a hug?"

Looking between the two, Flash pointed to the winter wonderland. "I—I always prefer the ones with princesses."

"You know, Sour's the same. She only gets the animal ones because she likes having things that make her angry." Rainbow opened the case and slipped the disc into the player. "So, Fleur, do you paint your toenails much?"

Flash's eyes snapped down to his feet and the slightly cracked paint on them. It had been a few days since they'd been done, and he'd played tennis in the meantime. "M-Mostly Luna or mommy do it." He blushed a little again at his inability to call Celestia anything but mommy—he also squirmed just a little.

"Well, uh, want to do mine and I'll do yours?" Rainbow asked.

Biting his lip, Flash looked over and saw a nervous expression on Rainbow's face. He tried to figure out what was wrong, what he might have done wrong to make her worried.

"I mean, if you want to? You don't have—"

Flash realized he'd taken too long to reply by overanalyzing her. "I'd like to!"

"Fluttershy used to do mine. I didn't really get why back then, but when Sour sees my nails painted, her smiles are just a little wider, you know?" Rainbow stood up and walked for the hallway. "I'll be back with some stuff."

Left alone, Flash felt himself relax a little. Rainbow hadn't poked fun at him at all for the things he liked to do, even when they'd slipped out on full display. Having trouble holding back a smile, he just relaxed and let it show.

Walking back into the room with a little case of various varnishes, tissues, paper tape, and cleaning products, Rainbow walked over to the couch and sat down on it. "I don't know any easier way to do this than how Fluttershy used to do mine, so—uh—can you come over and lay on the floor with your butt at my feet—between my legs?"

Flash was confused at that, but after a moment of thinking about it he realized how it would give her a good angle to work on his feet. Standing up, he walked over and then sat down, turned, and lifted his legs up.

Rainbow caught Flash's legs, helped turn him so they were both between her knees. "You'll want a cushion. Fluttershy would always give me one because you can get a bad crick in your neck laying like that."

Catching the pillow Rainbow threw to him, Flash put it behind his neck and leaned backward to watch the movie. "Did you do Fluttershy's toenails too?"

"Once. Only once. She told me she'd do her own after that. Sour made me go and do a six-week finishing class to learn how to do it properly."

Feeling something wet on his toes, Flash looked away from the upside-down movie to what Rainbow was doing. She'd stuffed cotton wool between his toes and was starting to wipe at his nails with more of the buds soaked in something that made his nose twitch.

"You went to a finishing school?" Flash asked.

"Yeaaaah. Please don't tell my friends about it. Sour is trying to help me get in touch with my feminine side and all that." Getting one foot clean, Rainbow set it to the side to dry while she started on the other. "Do you have any preferences for these?"

"P-Pink. Cute-pink." The movie was a bit surreal for Flash to watch, though he had a sense that it was like his life before he'd graduated and moved in with Luna and Celestia. There had been a constant and unnerving feeling of wrongness about himself—though not quite as bad as being upside down. "The pinkest pink."

"I've got just the stuff. Trust me, you'll love it."

Relaxing, Flash did the opposite of ignore Rainbow's touching his feet. It was satisfying to have her cleaning and painting his nails. He held as still as he could while she worked on each nail, but had to gently bite his lower lip when she blew on his toes to help dry them.

After feeling his last toenail get painted, Flash figured it was time to break the weighty silence that'd descended. "S-Sour is helping you a lot, huh?"

"I'm not saying it was rough growing up with my parents, they were both kinda awesome, but Mom didn't exactly exude feminine qualities, and neither of them pushed me to do anything I didn't want to. I was such a tomboy that if it wasn't for Rarity, I wouldn't have ever worn a dress." Rainbow sighed loud enough that Flash looked up at her. "We should go visit Rarity. She's been making clothes in her spare time to help pay her way through college."

"I'd like that. Between mommy and Luna, I don't really get out much on my own." It wasn't a huge point of contention, he just had two women who knew exactly what they wanted to do with him. "We could pick some time during a week day?"

"I guess with two teachers as your—your mommy and dommy, you have a bit of time to yourself then?" Rainbow blew the last of Flash's toenails dry so the top-coat would be hard and chip-resistant.

Him saying it was one thing, but having Rainbow call Celestia his mommy made Flash blush and want to curl his toes—he only managed to stop at the last moment before doing so because he could feel the cottonballs still keeping his toes apart. "Yeah. I normally clean the house, but some days I just like to relax and read or play guitar."

"Reading?" Rainbow paused to blow a few more times, but spoke again before Flash had replied. "What do you read, Fleur?"

It's a trap! Would be what Flash would have thought, if he hadn't been the one to even mention reading in the first place. "R-Romance novels, mostly."

"Oooh. Young woman, pining for a man to rescue her, finds Mr. Right when—"

Flash knew exactly the stories Rainbow was thinking of, and it made him laugh. "Nah. There's no Mr. Right. It's using Miss Right, for a start."

Rainbow giggled at that. "Alright, so a young man is—Wait! Wait! Hold on." Carefully holding Flash's feet in place with one hand, Rainbow leaned over to look down at Flash. "You read lesbian romances?"

"Y-Yeah. They're just more—more cuddly to read. I tried hetero stuff, but it always has the guy be so—so rough." Flash didn't for a moment stop to think how much of this intensely personal opinion he was sharing. Rainbow was so like him that she was okay by default to share with.

"Oh, I know. I keep running out of good stuff and every now and again I'll pick up some typical bodice-ripper and—ugh. They're horrible!" Slumping back on the couch, Rainbow blew on Flash's toes a bit more.

Flash's heart was beating fast, but not in fear that his secrets would get out. For the first time in his life someone got him while being on the same level as him. Tilting his head back to watch as an upside-down snowman started dancing, he felt so much joy he could barely hold it in.

Rainbow lifted one of Flash's feet up and straightened his knee so he could see it. "How's this?"

Staring, Flash realized his nails weren't just pink, they were the pinkest pink that had ever pinked. He giggled again and nodded. "They're perfect!"

"I got top of my class at nail-painting. It was tricky at first, but then I realized it was just like when I painted my motorbike." Rainbow stood up from the couch. "Okay, your turn."

"Wait, what?" Caught still staring at his nails, Flash looked up as Rainbow reached down to him. Gingerly taking her hand, she hauled him up and onto the couch.

"Why don't you just do the same for mine? You need a clear coat, then the pink, then the top coat." Rainbow squirmed a little to get in position and offered Flash her feet. "And don't worry, I just took all the polish off mine for the tennis game."

Rainbow's feet, Flash was quick to notice, weren't delicate or dainty. Her toes were cute, sure, but he thought he could see calluses on her heel. "Uh, okay." He brushed one of the calluses without thinking and Rainbow almost jerked her foot out of his grip. "Sorry."

"It's fine. My feet are a bit sensitive right now—Sour has me practicing in high-heels and it's hell on them."

"Have you tried some moisturizer? L-Luna rubs that into my feet after I've been wearing heels and it soothes my feet." Tilting the ball of Rainbow's foot up, Flash looked at her heels. Sure enough, they were mirror images of each other.

"I haven't. I guess it couldn't hurt, but can you do my nails first?"

Remembering how he'd seen Luna and Celestia do his own nails, Flash put a little wad of cotton between each toe. "So the clear first?"

"Yeah. You don't do that yourself?" Rainbow had titled her head back to watch the rest of the movie.

"I don't do my own. Y-Yours will be my first."

"Oh! Well, feel free to be a bit rough with my toes. It's only the back of my feet that are sensitive. Have you ever painted anything delicate before?"

"Uh, I tried painting those little miniature soldiers, but that was ages ago. I also had to do some touch-ups on my car a few times." Flash remembered his car. It had been parked in the driveway for a while now.

It was a little surprise how much talking with Rainbow brought out older memories, but Flash found himself enjoying it—because it gave a contrast to how much better his life was now.

"Forget the car, but those miniatures. Those things need a crazy-steady hand and fine brush work, right?"

"Yeah."

"Perfect. Go with that. What ones did you paint?"

Focused on his task now, Flash carefully painted Rainbow's big toe on her left foot in four broad-brushed swipes. "W-Well, they were meant to be brave warriors."

Rainbow giggled. "You painted them pink, didn't you?"

"I did!" Flash giggled as he worked now, painting another nail. "They were meant to be red, but I painted them pink and used putty to give them long hair."

"My dad was into that stuff and he—Uh, doesn't matter. How are you doing?" Rainbow used her hands to brace herself and crunched her tummy to look at Flash's work. "Wow, perfect."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I mean, you haven't gotten any on my skin and all the nail is covered and perfectly even. You're good at this." Rainbow leaned back and hit the floor with a bit of a thud, though it didn't seem to bother her.

The praise boosted Flash's confidence. He finished off both feet and started to blow on them to dry the undercoat layer off. "Do you want to do some baking after this?"

"You probably don't want me anywhere near a kitchen, Fleur. Like, I can make a salad or a sandwich, but even the finishing school told me to stay clear of any heat source." Rainbow looked away from the movie and up at Flash. "What?" she asked when he gave her a wide smile.

"Then that can be something I teach you."

Shaking her head, Rainbow said, "I promise you, nothing I have any hand in will turn out okay."

It hadn't taken Flash long to paint Rainbow's nails and sally-forth into the kitchen. From there he'd gotten Rainbow to help him mix up a cookie batter and make two batches of chocolate chip cookies. She stared at them, cooling on the rack, terror plain on her face. "Are you sure I didn't mix up the sugar and salt? I did that for my graduation test."

"Relax. You didn't mess it up." The flush of confidence was a little new to Flash. He'd certainly spent plenty of time baking, but he'd never baked with someone else—not even his mommy. "The trick is to taste it before you bake it."

Rainbow stared at him as if he'd just revealed the secrets of witchcraft. "You checked?"

"Of course. It was delicious." Flash was shocked when Rainbow hugged him. Without thinking he put an arm out and around her. "What's up?"

"You are so much better at being a girl than me. It's crazy, I know, but you paint nails like a pro, look amazing in a dress, and can bake!" Slumping down into a chair, Rainbow let out a little whine. "It took me ages to learn how to paint nails. Also, my hips are thinner than yours."

"You've got dresses, right?" Flash asked, feeling concern flood him.

"Well, yeah, but—"

"Then let's go play dress ups. Nails. Make up. Dresses. The works!" Flash reached out and grabbed Rainbow's unresponsive hands and pulled her to her feet. "These need time to cool, anyway."

Rainbow felt so light to Flash. She was easy to pull upright and heading for the hallway. The only problem was he didn't know which was her bedroom. "Which one's yours?"

"Uh, we kinda—Far end, on the left."

Flash had to bite his lower lip to keep from giggling at Rainbow's blush. As he tugged her down the hall, he wondered what it might be that had her flustered. When he reached the room, he saw what the deal was.

At first glance, the room looked reasonably normal for a master bedroom. There was a bed—frankly huge and definitely a king-size—big wardrobes with the doors closed, a pair of dressers, and what looked like a door to an en suite bathroom. But with a little more close inspection he could see where some very discreet eye-bolts were on the bed.

"You don't just sleep in here, huh?" Flash asked, walking into the room. When Rainbow didn't say anything, Flash looked back and saw her blushing. "Rainbow, it's fine. I get it."

"But—"

"I might have a mommy that wants nothing more than to dress me up like a cute girl, but I also have a domme who wants to do far more." Winking, Flash walked past the bed to the closet and opened the double doors. "Oh wow."

His exclamation was due to the large walk-in wardrobe now on display—and all the pretty dresses therein. "This is amazing!" Walking in, Flash ran hands down both sides. "Spring dresses, winter gowns, summer skirts, warm autumn clothes…" Twirling in a circle at the end, he stopped looking back at Rainbow with his hands clasped together. "What's your favorite?"

"I don't—Normally Sour picks things for me to wear." Rainbow blushed and looked to the side, but quickly snapped back to look at Flash. "W-What do you think?"

Spinning again, feeling in heaven, Flash waited for his dress to finally stop trying to spin. He'd spent enough time obsessing over dresses and fashion to know that several dresses were in his size. Knowing he had a women's dress size made him giggle with glee. "I'll only pick something for you if you pick something for me."

"Dress-ups?" Rainbow Dash asked.

Flash Sentry nodded. "Definitely dress-ups. What colors are we starting with?"

Opening her mouth, Rainbow walked over and picked a soft off-white winter gown with edges in yellow. She lifted it off the shelf and held it up toward Flash. "This is—It should suit you, I think."

Looking at the dress, Flash could see the winter colors jumping out at him, particularly given his hair color. "Winter? I think I can work with that." He gazed around in a circle, momentarily overwhelmed by color palettes before he remembered what he needed. Rainbow's skin was already blue, she had vibrant reddish eyes, but he needed something to tame her hair.

Then he spotted it. It was a long dress with a black, swirling pattern over barely realized white. The top was likewise a dark color, but up the left side gray swirls carried over to the sleeve of the shirt and ran down it. "The darkness will tone down your hair, the monochrome will cause your eyes to pop, and your skin will be a great winter backdrop—what little will show, anyway."

Staring at Flash with something akin to amazement on her face, Rainbow said, "How do you know all this stuff?"

"Imagine me, in high school, seeing someone like Rarity wear the most amazing outfits day in and day out, and yearning—aching—to wear them myself? But it wasn't enough." Flash walked past Rainbow in the tight confines of the wardrobe. "Other guys used their phones and stuff to browse porn online, I browsed fashion."

"Remember what I wore nearly every day? It took Rarity two years of sharp comments to get me to stop wearing those bike shorts and skirt. I liked my bike shorts and skirt, buuuut I liked those cool leggings too." Following Flash with the dress she'd chosen, Rainbow followed suit and laid it out on the bed beside the one he'd picked. "Okay, what now?"

"Well, we swap places for a start. That's my dress and this one is yours. Then I'll need to borrow some underthings, because I don't have the chest for that outfit."

Her head snapping around, Rainbow's eyes practically gleamed. "You need help stuffing a bra? Flas—Fleur, I'm your girl on that one. Four years of high school didn't teach me a ton, but getting just the right amount behind an empty bra to make it stand out was one of the bigger parts of it."

Swirling around, Rainbow marched back to the wardrobe, only pausing when Flash giggled girlishly behind her. "Sorry," he said, "that was the most adorable speech ever. Flat chests unite!"

"Flat is fine, but we both need a little help up top with these dresses." Rainbow picked out a skin-tone bra and panties combo for herself (in blue, naturally) and a white set for Flash. "There are some ankle socks in my dresser just there—third drawer down. Bring four."

Giggling again, Flash walked over and located the socks. "How much are we going to need? Size, I mean."

"Not a lot. Sour is realistic when it comes to dresses. She knows I can pack a bit, but too much and things don't look right. Okay, put these on." Rainbow held out the panties and bra to Flash.

"I'm already wearing panties…" Flash breathed a little heavier and he felt his shaft twitch inside his cage—the panties weren't just regulation girls panties, they had lace on them.

"Yeah, but they won't match. Plus, if they're dark, they'll show through the dress. Come on, get them all off and put these on."

The rest of Flash's excuses died in his throat. Gulping, he started to reach up under his dress and then remembered what he was wearing inside his panties. Panic, blushing, anxiety—all symptoms of having to reveal a deep secret to his friend. "I—Uh—That is—I have—"

"What's up, Fleur? Just tell me and we can move past it," Rainbow said.

"I'mwearingpadsinmypantiesbecauseIleak—" The words all tumbled out without a moment's pause between them and only stopped because Flash clamped a hand over his mouth.

Tilting her head to the side, Rainbow asked, "Leaking?"

"Th-The cage."

"Oh! Well, that figures I guess. I know the chastity belt Sour has me wear leaves me a little—excited. It's like knowing that you can't makes thoughts of getting off worse, right?" When Flash barely managed to nod his head, Rainbow nodded to herself. "Right, so you have spare pads or do you need to borrow one?"

It sounded so natural to Flash. He shook his head. "I've got plenty in my purse. Just a sec." He turned and ran, but not because he was scared—it felt unbelievably liberating for someone to find out so many personal things about him and treat them as if they were normal. He grabbed his purse and ran back to the bedroom with a smile that just wouldn't stop—just in time to see Rainbow stepping out of her panties.

The usual alarm that sounds in any straight guy's head at seeing a woman naked went off, but it seemed to stop quickly and didn't ring all that loud. Rainbow was his friend, after all, and he was about to be just as naked. Or almost-naked—she did still have the thin, chrome and rubber chastity belt on.

Walking a little stiffly, he started squirming in his dress to remove it, casting his purse onto the bed for the moment.

"Not even a comment?" Rainbow asked as she pulled her fresh panties on.

"Huh?" Flash was halfway out of the dress with it around his head. "Hold on." By the time he got out, Rainbow had started pulling her bra on. "Sorry."

Tilting her head to the side, Rainbow just shrugged. "You really are such a girl, aren't you Fleur?" When all he did was look at her blankly, Rainbow added, "Well, you know, most guys would freeze, stare, whistle, comment, or at least look away. You just started getting undressed."

The comment hit close to home for what Flash had felt himself as he came in. "Well, yeah."

Rainbow looked about to ask something else, then shook her head. "Like I said, you're such a girl. It's cute."

Being called cute was almost too much. Flash felt himself blush and the chatter completely distracted him from his traitorous hands slipping down his panties—but it didn't stop the smell. He gasped, bit his lip, and turned to run.

Grabbing onto Flash's arm, Rainbow hauled hard to stop Flash from running out the door. "Wait. Bathroom's back there. We have a special bin to toss pads in."

Following the directions, Flash grabbed his panties and ran for the bathroom. After a few minutes with some wipes and a hand-towel, and dealing with all the messy disposables in the appropriate bin, he walked back into the room. That's when something reminded him of the present he was meant to give her.

"Rainbow, I have a present for you." Walking over to the bed, he grabbed his purse and started looking through it.

When Flash pulled out his pads, Rainbow quirked an eyebrow. "That's the present?"

"Huh? Oh! No. This is." He passed her the little chrome key. "Luna said it was a present that Sour had wanted me to give you for—for being so good the other day."

Reaching out a shaking hand, Rainbow took the key from Flash. The way she looked down between her legs at the expensive panties she was wearing over the chastity belt, she knew what the key was for. "I'll take it off later." Turning her full attention back to the key, Rainbow sighed and felt a smile curl at her lips. She walked over to the bedside table and put it down. "Not got much use for it right now, after all, and I'm kinda used to wearing it anyway."

Flash giggled, and when Rainbow looked at him, he held up his hands defensively. "Sorry, I just can't stop thinking about how alike we are. I—I really like wearing my cage."

"It's kinda crazy how alike we are sometimes, huh?" Rainbow closed her eyes for a moment then gave a little nod as she walked away from the key. Then she looked down Flash's body and spotted his cage. Inhaling a deep breath, she struggled to look away. "What's it feel like?"

"Tight. It always feels tight. That's the point, though. It holds tight like that so I—so my clitty can't get big." He blushed while using the same words his mommy had used. "Just thinking about it makes wearing it wor—better."

"Yeah. Yeah I totally get that." Picking up the white panties with lace trim, Rainbow passed them to Flash. "Now get dressed, you perv."

Taking a pad, Flash unwrapped it and spread it open on the end of the bed, then stepped into the panties. "These feel so good. Is that silk?"

"Satin silk, yeah. Sour has particular tastes." Rainbow grabbed a sock. "The trick here is you need to work them under what softness you have. Like this."

Flash watched Rainbow demonstrate, folding and tucking a sock into the bottom of her cup and working it so that what little softness she had on her chest sat atop the cotton. The effect was startling—she had a solid B cup breast. "Wow."

"I know, right? There's something with it, though. Just wedging some cloth in there is great and all, but it can get a bit sweaty—and no one wants that. So…" Walking to the dresser, Rainbow picked up not the can of sports deodorant but the lavender body spray. She got the sock out and sprayed it and its twin down with the can. "Now it won't smell like sweat."

When Rainbow turned around again, both socks were hidden from Flash's view—but she now filled the bra out with a pair of B cups. He stared a moment, trying to work out where the flesh stopped and the sock started.

"What scent do you want? Sour like lavender and cherry, so I have both here."

"Cherry." Flash bit his lower lip a moment, but with the choice made he was freed from thinking about it more. What relaxed any of his remaining anxiety away was how readily Rainbow admitted that she let Sour's tastes dominate her own. It reminded him of his own relationships with his mommy and Luna.

Rainbow sprayed down the second pair of socks with a different can, and the smell of cherries joined lavender in the air. "Here you go. Try it yourself first. Fold them over and try to lift your chest up a bit and get them under you."

First, Flash pulled the bra on and fastened it behind his back. Doing as instructed, he folded the sock and tried to cup his flat chest upward. The soft layer of fat that covered his slight build helped, but even with that the sock didn't have enough to push up. "Uh… help?"

"Here, let me do the first." Stepping up behind Flash, Rainbow reached around him and carefully removed the sock. "Huh, I guess you win on flatness after all. I'll give it my best."

Hyperaware of Rainbow's fake chest pressing into his back, Flash found himself blushing as she peeked over one of his shoulders, folded the sock, and tsked.

"You need to lean forward," Rainbow said.

"F-Forward?" His nerves were back. Doing as instructed, because he trusted Rainbow, Flash felt her trying again. "Oh."

"Perfect. You do have enough, just gotta give it some extra help." Rainbow held up the second sock to Flash. "Do you want to try the other, Fleur?"

The usage of his new name broke the nervousness that had grown in Flash at having Rainbow pressed against him. Taking a deep breath—and getting a rush of cherry-scented air—he nodded. "I'll try. What's the worst that could happen?"

Leaning forward, Flash tried to find the same amount of flesh to cup as Rainbow did, worked the sock under it—and failed. He failed his second and third tries, too, but the fourth saw him manage to get just enough to hide the sock and let him pad out the bra to a small B cup and have what looked like a little cleavage.

Staring down, Flash felt girlish glee rush through him at the sight. Cherries. He realized all he could smell was cherries. Inhaling deeply, he realized that he was going to be associating breasts and cherries probably for the rest of his femboi life.

"Hey, they look pretty good." Rainbow circled around Flash and smirked. "You're going to fill the dress out just right. Come on, let's get these on and do our hair."

Dresses, Flash could only conclude, were for him. Rainbow helped him slip into the gown. It had more weight to it than anything he'd worn before in his life, and under the dress was more dress to support the outer dress. It was dressception—dresses all the way down to his trembling-with-excitement self.

"There," Rainbow said as she secured the zip at the back of Flash's dress. "Oh crap, Fleur, take a look!"

Following Rainbow's gesture to find a full-length mirror, Flash could only stare at the woman wearing the long and pronounced dress. She had quite the figure—modest chest leading down a skinny tummy to the flaring dresses that bespoke of hips. Looking back up, Flash saw his own hair on the woman's head.

The smell of cherries claimed a new moment for him. In his heart, Flash had to agree with Rainbow's surprise—he looked beautiful.

"You still need shoes, makeup, and your hair needs doing, but I think you look awesome." Slipping into her own dress, that Flash had picked for her, she started wiggling and squirming.

Noticing the movement and breaking his gaze from the gorgeous woman in the mirror, Flash was surprised to see Rainbow struggling to get into the dress. "Hold on." He helped where he could, but it took a lot of work to get the outfit on and straight. "What happened?"

"This was something Rarity made for me. I kinda had a growth spurt at the start of college and now"—Rainbow shifted her hips side to side—"I have a little more sway than I did back then."

"What did Rarity end up doing?" Flash asked, helping Rainbow straighten the dress before he zipped her up.

"Fashion school. She's working part-time doing seamstress work. I should take this dress to her and get her to let it out a little."

Watching as Rainbow looked down into her cleavage, Flash saw her nose flare a little. He mimicked her action and had so much of a nose-full of cherries that he swore he could taste them. "We totally should."

"Come on, we need to do our hair next. Have you got any practice with it?" Rainbow walked over to the vanity on the other side of the room and held the chair out for Flash.

Feeling no trace of anxiety, Flash rushed over—and almost tripped on the dress.

"Slow down. Walk with confidence and poise, like the lady you are." Holding out a hand to the stricken boi, Rainbow guided him to the seat. "Now, let's go with basics today. I'm sure if we organize a day with Rarity she'll have soooo much to teach us."

As he sat down, Flash got a face-full of light when Rainbow turned on the lamps around the mirror. "There's not a lot to conceal here, just a little work to highlight your cheek bones and a touch of mascara, I think."

Flash wasn't sure what she meant. While he'd been an avid connoisseur of dresses and floofy outfits, he'd never once done any research on make up. He regretted that now. "I have no idea what you just said."

"Flash, don't worry, this can be your homework." Rainbow started work, beginning with his cheeks and bringing a little lighter color to them.

The process, Flash realized, was multiple steps and involved layering and blending substances together until his already smooth cheeks looked even more so and sported a perpetual—if slight—blush.

"You see, for former tomboys like ourselves, we have to smooth things out. Your cheeks are gorgeous already, but with just a little work they can be awesome. See?" Rainbow stepped back so Flash could see himself in the mirror.

"Wow." With his long hair, Flash realized it was even easier to just assume girl rather than guy in a dress. "What was all that? Write it down for me so I can work out how to do that."

"We can watch some make up tutorials after this if you want. You can figure out what you want to search for from there." Rainbow worked around Flash's eyes next, and told him to close or open them as she needed, brushing things around and in one case almost into his eyes, lashes, and eyelids.

This was a far more visible set of changes. There was no layering, just each part of his eyes getting the attention they craved until, at last, he was left looking at an amazing pair of eyes that were only recognizable as his by the pupil color.

"I went with soft blue. It's a nice inoffensive shade and will match a blue lip-gloss I have."

Flash could only nod at that, too captivated by his own eyes to look away. A moment later, on command, he worked his lips after Rainbow painted something on them. "What was all that? I caught lip-gloss, but what did you do to my eyes?"

"Just a little mascara, some eye-liner, lash-enhancer, and I touched up the blue in your eyebrows a little. I would have plucked them a bit neater, but Rarity will want to yell at me for something, and I can live with that." Gathering up Flash's hair in her hand, Rainbow brought it to the side, then lifted it up, then wrapped it around her wrist a little to keep it out of her view in the mirror. "I'm not sure what to do with your hair. Is there a particular style you like it in? And don't say braids."

"What's wrong with braids?" Flash asked.

"Nothing. Not a single, solitary thing. So long as you're junior high." The way Rainbow said it made it sound like she was quoting someone. "Rarity didn't have to teach me that, but she did anyway."

Flash giggled. It was such a tinkling, light sound that it surprised him to hear it—but also delighted him. "She definitely has a way with words, but I can't doubt her fashion sense."

"Except that weird carousel dress thing she made in our final year," Rainbow said, grabbing a brush and starting on Flash's hair.

A little surprised, Flash watched as Rainbow styled his hair with the brush and used some clips to pin it back and up a little. "You didn't like it?"

"It was a phase, she said. Well, that phase sucked. The thing weighed a ton, she needed two people to help her put it on, and it didn't match her hair at all." With his hair lifted up from his neck, Rainbow fanned it out into a cascade behind him. "Yeah, this works. Now let me get those bangs."

"Bangs?"

Swapping the brush for a comb, Rainbow started to tease the hair of Flash's brow down and forward, getting his face a little frame of blue. "These," she said, "are bangs. And yours need a trim. There's no way I'll do that, though. You'll want to have Rarity talk at you for an hour to decide how they should be before she can argue with a hairdresser for another hour. In the end, they'll do like five little snips and Rarity will claim victory."

The more Rainbow talked, the more Flash was giggling. Hearing her say it, Rarity would spend hours just discussing the most minute detail of any fashion decision. Something he didn't doubt. He sighed, though. "You really think she'll be interested enough to help me?"

"Fleur, she will work wonders. If I know Rarity, and I'm still one of her best friends, she'll pounce on you and not give up until you look ten times better than what I can do. Trust me."

Flash only had to look at the beauty in the mirror to find his reassurance. Staring back at him from under defined, long lashes was his own blue eyes. The rest of the woman there was stunning. The long dress, the slight swell of her bust, and a look of shock that mirrored his feelings perfectly. He couldn't contemplate how this was him. "Y-Yeah. I trust you, Rainbow."

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