“So how is school?” Molly Coddle asked, her concern for her son carrying well over the phone. “It’s been a while since we last spoke, and last time you said you wanted to come home because nobody likes you. Are you still having problems?”

Button laughed, toying idly with the phone cord. “N-nah, Mom, I’m fine now,” he stuttered, momentarily lapsing into the feminine voice Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara insisted he use while dressed en femme. “I’ve even made some friends that helped me with a bully problem!”

He of course had no intention of explaining to his mother the nature of his friendship. It was awkward just thinking about the questions his mother might ask if he mentioned that both of his friends were women, never mind how he met them. Explaining the new ‘hobby’ the two had introduced him to was completely out of the question, even if it would be fun to hear her reaction.

“So Button, are you still obsessing over your video games, or have you picked up a new interest?” the mental image of his mother asked, eager to catch up with him.

“Nah, video games are boring, Mom. I’d rather dress like a woman and let my friends screw me with strap-ons,” Button imagined back, eying a bag atop of his dresser. “If I take all my pills, and do everything they ask, they’ll sometimes let me eat them out!”

“... weekend?” his mother’s voice cut through his musings.

He realized that he completely ignored what his mother was saying in favor of shockingly candid thoughts. Before he met Diamond and Silver, he’d never once thought of speaking to his mother that way. Where had any of that come from, anyways? “Sorry Mom, I was a bit distracted. Could you repeat that?”

“I said that I was going to be in Canterlot at the end of the month and was wondering if you wanted to spend some time catching up that weekend,” she said in a disappointed tone. “You’re playing your Joy Boy right now, aren’t you?”

“Sorry, I’m just thinking about my plans for later this afternoon,” Button admitted, allowing his thoughts to drift. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon had invited him to their dorm room to meet a ‘very special friend’, so he wanted to stop by a hair salon before showing up. By the sound of it, they’d finally set him up with a date. “I’m pretty sure I’m free that weekend, so I’d love to catch up with you then.”

Molly didn’t respond immediately, and when she did, she sounded off. “I see.”

Had he said the wrong thing? Oh! It had to be the ‘I’d love to.’ That’s definitely far too feminine and outside what she was used to hearing from him. He’d been doing that a lot lately—just talking and then suddenly getting a weird look from someone for his choice in wording. Try as he might though, it was becoming harder and harder to speak like a guy with Diamond Tiara drilling him on femininity.

“I guess I’ll see you then. Does Pony Joe’s sound good to you?”

Nodding, Button strode over to the phone’s receiver. “Sure thing, Mom,” he answered, trying to expedite the conversation. “Gotta jet. The guys are waiting for me, and I need to get showered.”

Unceremoniously, he dropped the handset back on the receiver. Normally, he wouldn’t behave that way, but he really did need to hurry. Not only did he need to get showered, but he also needed to find a bathroom outside the men’s dorm to get changed in before hitting the hair stylist’s for his appointment.

Diamond Tiara always got cross with him if he showed up without makeup—or worse, not in the prearranged outfit. As exciting as it was to be taken shopping with a vibe tucked firmly away in his bottom, it wasn’t all that fun. They put a stopper in his urethra and made him wear a pad in his panties in case of leakage. There was a lot of it that day, and he was pretty sure the pegasus beside him on the bus on the way back could smell it on him. She just gave him this disgusted look and muttered something about sluttiness. The embarrassment that day was more than enough to ensure there were no repeat performances.

Shuddering at the memory, Button shucked his shorts into the hamper before making his way into the ensuite bathroom. After meeting the ladies and getting into that whole scene, he was rather thankful that he’d been placed on his own. It’d certainly be a lot harder to hide his habit if he couldn’t just leave things lying in plain sight. No more panties and training bras mixed in with his regular underwear, no leaving bottles of Equestradiol on the corner of the sink.

Remembering the pills, Button paused in front of the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. In the months since agreeing to be Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara’s toy and beginning a regimen of the pills and a special body-lotion, he’d noticed his body changing. His face had become softer and less angular, and his eyelashes had thickened quite a bit. What had once been simply a messy long mane was now well kept and silky, although he reckoned it was less about the pills there, and more about the care he put into it. He often got called pretty-boy because of it, but that didn’t bother him.

Then of course, there was his chest. After the first month or two, he’d noticed it had become incredibly soft and tender. The nipples had grown especially sensitive, and the flesh below was definitely beginning to swell. There was no mistaking what was happening there; he was growing breasts.

Of course, Button was no moron; he knew exactly what was happening. The pills Diamond had given him were hormones, and the longer he took them, the more feminine his body would become. It probably wasn’t the most legal thing, this part of their arrangement. So long as he continued to be their toy, they would continue to make him their girl. Sure, eventually he’d have to come out about the hormones and be placed in the women’s dorm—the dorms were not co-ed, and the school felt it safer for transitioning women to live with the rest of the female population than risk incidents—once he reached a certain point. He’d cross that line when it came to it.

After popping a few pills in his mouth and washing it down with a glass of water, he climbed into the shower and began scrubbing his coat and conditioning it. He honestly thought he was getting the better part of the deal here—what with the way they kept him supplied with clothes, personal hygiene products and hormones—and couldn’t for the life of him figure out what they got out of it beyond having somebody they could assert dominance over and be pleasured by. It was a bit unnerving not knowing their motive, but... he couldn’t deny that he’d started enjoying himself a long time ago.

In a way, he thought as he shampooed his mane, they’ve done me a lot of good. While he still indulged in the odd session of gaming, he found it much easier to focus on other things now. The routines regimens and practices instilled upon him by his beautiful benefactors had allowed him to focus on more important things; like his appearance, schoolwork, mannerisms, and so-on, leaving what was once an obsession as little more than a pastime. In just over a month, his grades had gone from barely passing to mediocre and a month after that, he even found himself getting ahead of the class. It was almost as though Silver Spoon was grooming him to be a better, smarter pony.

“I still don’t understand why they’re doing this, though,” he whispered to himself as he rinsed the suds from his body. Button shook his head gently as he wrapped his mane up in a towel and began patting himself dry. He took extra care not to muss up his coat, because it made applying the body lotion so much easier. “I’m sure it doesn’t matter. They were unpleasant when they were younger, but ponies change. It was a strange way to get into helping me, but what’s important is that they are helping me.”

The cafe that Button had chosen to get changed in was such a busy little place that the baristas scarcely noticed you if you weren’t a regular, and the customers weren’t interested in anything but themselves. Just to prove it, Silver Spoon had once accidentally spilled her cappuccino on him in order to create an excuse for him to get changed in a public place. Nobody noticed a thing, even when a guy with a bag walked into the handicapped bathroom and a girl walked out. Since then, he’d changed there no less than five times without being caught.

Just as he had in the past, he slipped in the entrance nearest the bathrooms. Button made certain nobody around had noticed him and sauntered straight for the handicap-unisex restroom. The room was unoccupied, to his great relief, so he stepped in and slid the door’s lock into closed position.

Wasting no time, he stepped up to the sink, dropping his garment bag beside him. Just as casually as they’d gone on before he stepped out of his dorm room, so too did they come off, discarded irreverently around his hooves until he was in nothing but panties. Should it bother me that I so carelessly discard my masculinity like clothes in favor of pleasure? he wondered, watching himself in the mirror. He glanced at his panties, pink silk this time, and felt a twinge in his cock as he struck a pose that deliberately hid the minute bulge. Is it wrong that seeing myself like this turns me on?

He leaned down, picking up the bag from the floor and placing it on the countertop before him. Upon opening it, something Diamond Tiara once said to him came to mind. “If you’re going to wear tight clothing or a skirt that someone can see up, you have to learn how to tuck,” she had said while cradling his panty-ensconced groin in one hand. “It’s not hard at all; let me show you.”

Acting on the memory of her careful, if not teasing, instruction, he pulled the panties half-way down his thighs and very gingerly placed his left hand over his groin. With his index and ring fingers, he pressed up on his testicles, forcing them gently back into the cavity they’d descended from during puberty. With his testicles out of the way, he had room to work with his penis. Pressing his dick down and behind him by his middle finger, he was free to reach behind with his other hand to lightly pull it back until his glans was nearly an inch away from his own buttocks.

That done, he clenched his legs shut, pulled his panties back up, and looked again at himself in the mirror. Gone was the slight bulge of his shamefully small dick. Instead, the loose skin of his sack had bulged around his tucked cock, providing a slight cameltoe to be accentuated by his panties, whose just-right tightness held everything firmly in place. It wouldn’t hold up to any vigorous activity, but for casual appearances it would be fine. There was no longer a runty, nineteen-year-old crossdresser in the mirror, but the cute, underdeveloped young mare often seen accompanying Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon while off campus.

Next, Button pulled a skirt from the garment bag. It was a crimson affair with highways of black intersecting every so often. Normally, he’d have thought such a color clashed with his coat, but he trusted the girls in their ability to pick an outfit that suited him.

After the skirt was on, there was a padded bra and a long, collarless white button-up blouse waiting for him. He wasted no time putting on the bra, and decided not to tuck the blouse into the skirt. He thought it was cuter if the blouse flowed over the skirt like a layered dress. With the way the hem was ruffled, it almost felt right to have it this way. It definitely cut a far more feminine figure than before.

The next article of clothing actually had him momentarily perplexed. It was a jacket, but it seemed almost too small for an adult. In fact, until he actually tried putting it on, he thought this was a joke. But no, it was a greyish-red button-down midriff jacket. The sleeves didn’t feel quite right going all the way down his arm, so on a whim, he rolled the sleeves up to form a cuff just above his elbows.

It looks good, but there’s something missing, he thought. Rooting through the bag once more, Button found a pair of black-rimmed glasses, the pink purse he always wore en femme, and gartered thigh-highs to go with the pair of converse sneakers he wore in. Once everything was on, the girl in the mirror looked like the stereotypical geek chick. Totally my type.

Before he could do up his mane, strike any poses, or adjust his tail beneath the skirt, there came a loud rap on the door. The voice of an elderly stallion soon followed. “Hello? Is there someone in there? I have other customers that need this room too, you know.”

Oh crap, Button thought as a squeak of alarm escaped his throat. What do I do? Glancing around in panic, he realized his guy clothes were still all over the floor. “J-just a minute!” he stammered, scrambling to shove all his belongings back into the bag. Zipping it up and tossing it over his shoulder, he ran over to the tap to wet his hands, and dried them with a paper towel before noisily depositing it in the bin. Without further ado, he pulled the door open to face the room’s next occupant. “S-sorry, sir, I j-just—”

The large stallion, graying and wheelchair bound, squinted at Button through thick lensed glasses. Even in the chair, he was still at eye-level with the crossdressed pony. “You don’t look handicapped, young lady,” he said in a stern tone. “When a young mare like yourself is hiding in the handicapped restroom, it’s either something naughty, something illegal—” Button began to blush and glance nervously back into the bathroom. “—or something embarrassing.” When Button could only sputter, the old fellow grumbled and impatiently thumbed his ID badge. “Well, spit it out, young lady, or I’ll ban you from my shop.”

“P-please don’t make me say it!” Button squeaked girlishly. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he ducked behind his loose mane. Of all the times to get caught. “It’s gross; you’ll think I’m disgusting.”

The stallion’s glower softened at the fear in Button’s voice. “Easy little lady, I’m sure it isn’t that bad,” he said with a kind-hearted smile. “I’m a father; I’ve seen both my daughters born and supported them through their first estruses. Hell, since the accident that put me in this chair, I have to wear adult diapers for the rest of my life.”

“I-I... have urinary incontinence,” he squeaked, trying to wipe the tears from his cheeks. “I thought I had an accident but I wanted privacy. Nobody else knows, and I was meeting my friends nearby, so I came in here so I could make sure I could clean up if I had to.”

The last of the stallion’s ire melted away. “Ah jeez, girl.” He pivoted his chair and began to turn his back. “Get your face cleaned up and get out of here. Just make sure you buy something.”

“And he let you off just like that?” Silver Spoon asked, slapping her thigh and giggling like a fool. “I knew Third Mug was a softy, but I didn’t think he was gullible. I might have to remember that the next time Diamond and I feel adventurous.”

A few hours, a lightening and styling, and a trip after nearly being caught, Button was sitting on the floor in Diamond Tiara’s dorm room sipping a glass of cola while recounting what had happened. “I swear I almost believed I had bladder problems,” he replied with a girlish laugh. “I was so sure he was going to call the cops that I almost did have an accident!”

Across from him, Diamond snorted. “You certainly seem to work well under pressure,” she said, stirring her own cola idly with a straw. “I seem to recall that you almost had us fooled when we all first got involved.” She began looking thoughtfully at Button and smiled. “Just think, if we didn’t have a phone, you never would have gotten to have all this fun, and we wouldn’t have gotten such a fun little toy.”

His smile fell upon hearing her comment. It didn’t bother him at all being referred to as their toy; it was obvious that it was at best a friends with benefits scenario between the three of them, even if their motive was unclear to him. That this had blossomed from blackmail hadn’t bothered him in the slightest either. What got to him was the reminder that if it weren’t for Snips and Snails tossing his Joy Boy into a women’s restroom, he’d still be barely getting by. Too focused on his video games to properly socialize, he never would have gotten close to dating a girl; now he had kinky sex with two beautiful women on a fairly regular basis.

“I’ll take being your sissy toy over being that wimpy nerd any day,” he answered resolutely after a moment’s pause. “If not for everything you’ve done for me, I’d still be the loser everybody else still sees me as. Now, I have the confidence to stand up to a pony like the owner of the cafe. You taught me how to work hard to improve myself.” With a teary smile, he added, “Instead of just sitting at home playing games, I’m actually studying hard to put my love of them to good use. The d-pad on my hips won’t just be a mark of indolence anymore.”

Button leaned forward and pulled Diamond and Silver Spoon into a hug. “You girls are the best thing that ever happened to me. I’d do anything for you.”

His hostesses pulled away after the hug lingered for too long and exchanged a look. “Anything?” Diamond asked, seemingly unsure of what she’d just heard. At his nod, she grinned at Silver. “Well, you already know we had planned on introducing you to another of our special friends today—”

“After all, you almost seemed like you were getting bored of the strap-on the last time we played,” Silver Spoon interjected.

“—but there’s no reason we can’t make this extra exciting,” Diamond continued. “You know how I always have my camera phone out during our little sessions, right?”

Button swallowed hard as his eyes darted between the two women in front of him. Unsure of where this was going, he nodded. “Yeah...”

“I was going to leave this as a surprise for when we had a complete box set marking your full transition from sissy colt to dickmare, but we’ve been selling the videos on a very niche pay-site online,” she said with an almost wicked glint in her eyes. “Ponies pay top bit to see you get dominated by us. The videos have singularly funded your entire less-than-legal hormone therapy, your wardrobe, and even allowed us to purchase more professional equipment.”

The color left his face as he stared at her. I’m a porn star? he thought, unsure of what that meant to him. Hundreds, if not thousands of ponies clop off to me? The thought of some stranger stopping him in the street and telling them they loved his videos kinda scared him. Someone could recognize me, tell my mom, or even Principal Celestia. I’d be expelled, disowned, or worse! “You mean strangers on the net know my face?”

“Oh, not at all!” Silver Spoon said almost too quickly. “We always blur out faces and cutie marks before we post them and voices are always distorted. Besides getting expelled if we were caught, it’d be dangerous if some creep recognized any of us in the streets, even here in Canterlot.”

That was a relief. If ponies knew he was effectively an amateur porn actor, there was some doubt as to whether he could get by normally again. More, this was all anonymous. They could film him with a stallion—the curiosity had crossed his mind more than once—and none of his classmates would find out and call him a fag or anything like that. Suddenly, being someone else’s sexual fantasy didn’t squick him out nearly as much. As if in agreement, he felt his penis stir within the silken embrace of his knickers.

“So what we’re asking,” Diamond concluded, “is whether or not you’d allow your first encounter with a pony other than the two of us to be filmed in high definition for all to see.” A surprisingly sentimental look crossed her face, and her pink-furred cheeks flushed red. “A mare’s first time should be special, and what we gave you was kinda coerced, even if you liked it in the end. At the very least, we’d like to give you the chance at some privacy.”

Privacy would be nice, reasoned his mind as he watched Silver Spoon fidget with her hair. This first time with a stranger will be, if nothing else uncomfortable. Having them there would feel a little weirder, especially if they just filmed it and didn’t get involved.

Picking up the forgotten glass of cola, he sipped eagerly at the sweet beverage to bide his time. They were definitely turning a tidy profit off this if they could afford to splurge and spoil him so, and he did find all of this strangely exciting, even with the irreversible and admittedly non-consensual changes being made to his body. It didn’t matter if this had only been for their own twisted sexual enjoyment; they were giving him a chance to be something more than he had been. Was it right to deny them the ability to continue make this all reality?

“If it’s just me and them, then yes, the camera can stay,” he said after the silence had grown uncomfortable. Both mares sighed in relief. “But I do want an unedited copy, and whatever you’re advertising me as, I want that name changed to Dee for the d-pad on my flank. Also, once the profits from the videos allow it, I’d like a cut too.”

Diamond Tiara flinched as though she’d just been slapped. “What?” she blurted out. “After all we’ve given you? Ungrateful—”

To Button’s surprise, the silver mare across from him came to his defense before he could explain himself. “Let’s hear him out before we leap to conclusions.” She stared at Diamond until the pink vixen relented and nodded. “I’m curious too, Button. Why would you want a cut in addition to the hormones?”

He smiled and tugged gently on the hem of his blouse. “I’m going to need to buy a completely new wardrobe eventually,” he said. “It won’t be long until I have to come out as a transmare and be moved into the girls’ dorm. Just look at me after three months!” His hand traced up his hip and side, crossing his chest and up his to face. “I don’t know if these hormones are magically enhanced or what, but if I look like a really boyish girl after three months, how will I look in another three? Six? A year? Besides, if I’m your toy, the hormones are just equipment maintenance, right?”

The two mares shared a look and blinked. “I don’t get it, Silver,” Diamond muttered. “How does being trained as our sissy toy make him so... charismatic?” She cast a worried glance at Button. “He was such a wimp!”

“Self-confidence? Hope?” Silver shrugged. “Do you think maybe we’ve created a monster?”

Button smiled. “I can still hear you both.” He imitated Silver Spoon’s own shrug, noting that in his forward-leaning position, the action pressed together the two pads on his chest. In who knew how long, that could very well be real flesh instead of silicone inserts. “Besides, I didn’t say right now. Your fathers are both successful business ponies, so you know how conditional that offer really is.”

“Fine,” they both said in unison. Then Silver added, “What say we set up the cameras and call in your new friend, hmm?” Her smile broadened and a perverse twinkle filled her eyes. “She’s so eager to meet her new playmate.”

Author's Notes:

Explanation time!

As some of you may remember, a number of months ago, I wrote a story [which, if you haven't read it yet, you are probably horribly confused]. In that story, Button Mash was rather forcefully introduced to crossdressing, female dominance, and pegging. Now, because this event was coerced with a hint of blackmail, it is not unlikely that he could have suffered some sort of psychological trauma.

That's where a Blouse Unbuttoned comes in. This is a take at one of the extreme directions his life could have taken. Rather than explain the issues of his psyche, however, it would be easier to let you form your own opinions of his issues.

Pre-reading by Bakmah Genesis, and Kaidan.
Edited by ReFro