“A-are you sure I look OK?” You say to your friend Moondancer as you nervously cross your front hooves, captivated by the feeling of the soft silky socks you were wearing as part of your outfit.
>”Hon, you look absolutely goooorgeous!” Moony almost squeals as she tries to restrain her enthusiasm.
>Moondancer was always an effervescent one.
>You remember when you first met her, you were both new to the Canterlot Conservatory, young foals just having left the house, and now attending the most prestigious boarding school in Equestria.
>You came from a family of minor, rather impoverished nobility and only got into the school due to your family name whereas Moondancer was the daughter of a fabulously wealthy Chicacolt business pony, rumored to have mob connections which were never quite proven, but certainly refused to abate.
>Your squeaky introduction to the class was met with the usual bored expressions on the face of all but one little unicorn with the bright red mane.
>At recess you had been confronted with an endlessly chattering hyper little filly who prompted you to join her little friend group when she saw your lack of sociability.
>From that point on, you; Four Step, a teal coated blond maned unicorn filly who loved dancing; Royal Ribbon, a pink wannabe actor and of course, your best friend of all time, Moondancer were nigh inseparable.
>Though you were the only colt in the group, you spent as much time with them as possible, even sneaking out of the dorms at night to hideout in Moondancer’s room for slumber parties.
>You even spent as much time in the summer as possible with Moondancer.
>Your home situation was frigid, your mother was a vicious pony, spiteful and cruel, making home life nigh unbearable for you, and you only had to see her during holidays and over the summer; your dad, alone with her in your house, turned to drink, and became increasingly absent, hanging out with his ex-guard buddies as much as possible
>When confronted with that, or seemingly endless vacations to exotic locales with Moondancer and her wonderful and very generous parents, there was little to decide.
>Unfortunately for you, you began to become more and more distant from your male peers; while they learned to play hoofball and pretended to be action heroes, you put on fashion shows and held tea parties with your little friend group.
>You held the same girlish fantasies as your friends, and were for all intents and purposes, one of the girls. Thus when, one by one, the girls in your group began to ask you out, or attempt to “practice kissing” with you, you were understandably upset.
>As the years went by, you realized it wasn’t a simple case of friendship getting in the way of possible attraction, you were as into colts as the rest of your fillyfriends.
>You also became more self-conscious. Every little voice crack, every clumsy movement, even (Celestia forbid) your fist boner was not only a new discovery for yourself, but an icicle of terror in your heart.
>You feared yourself, the others were growing to be gorgeous mares, and any sign of budding masculinity in yourself scared the daylights out of you.
>You knew you were a stallion (at least that’s what you kept telling yourself), but even the knowledge that some stallions were into feminine colts was not enough for you.
>You wanted to, no, you HAD to be pretty, more than anything you had a deep seated need to feel loved and valued, and no matter what you did, you only felt such feelings when you looked like a filly.
>You were already shockingly feminine for a colt as it was, but it was never enough; you remember the night you tearfully begged on your belly, clutching Moondancer’s hooves for anything you could use to change your body to look like hers.
>You had heard of others who were able to do it, and you needed that for yourself. Yet Moondancer’s father, for all his generosity was a simple earth pony by origin, and her mother a unicorn of limited magical means.
>Still, Moondancer’s father had some “favors” he called in that gave you the means to live your dreams.
>Magical pills that you began to take at age twelve, granted you the figure you had always felt you needed, makeup and clothes made you beautiful, your confidence soared, and, best of all, your folks were too wrapped up in their own issues to care.
>You weren’t some dumb colt from a backwards house, you were a beautiful filly who was, in the words of Moondancer’s dad “My other daughter I never had.”
>Your idyllic life continued for years, until one fateful day, only about a week ago, when the stallion of your dreams, Shining Armor asked you to go to the senior prom with him.
>Unfortunately, he thought you were a mare, since Moondancer’s father used his influence to make you his daughter’s roommate and you had very little contact with the guys, allowing them to forget you ever were a colt.
>The prom was coming up fast and you only had a few days to prepare; right now, at Moondancer’s with her and your two friends Four Step and Royal Ribbon in the middle of a tea party.