You sit at your kitchen table, a notepad in front of you with a pencil in hand. At the top of the page reads "Second date ideas:" And the rest is blank.

Running your hands through your hair, you check the clock. It's been half an hour. Goddamnit, Anon. THIS SHOULD NOT BE HARD.

Everything was great last time. The two of you laughed, teased each other, told jokes. It turns out she even likes puns. Things, honestly are punderful. You find your head swimming with thoughts of her gorgeous ice-blue eyes, her soothing voice, the way her fur feels, the scent of her hair...

Oh god, does this mean you're weird? You must be weird. You shouldn't be thinking of a mare like this after only one date. On the other hand, she might be thinking of you like this too, having this very same crisis. If that's the case, maybe it won't be so bad. On the other hand, she won't be thinking of you like that for long IF YOU CAN'T THINK OF A GODDAMN DATE IDEA!

You throw the pencil against the paper and lean back in your chair. A knock at the door breaks you from your train of thought. Shaking your head, you remain in your seat. You could totally just sit here, and just not answer. Not answering is always an option.

In total silence, you sit at your kitchen table, waiting. There's another three knocks at the door, and then you hear an attempt to turn your locked doorknob. Come on, Fluttershy. Just go home. Hasn't this gone on long enough? Can't this chapter of your life finally close and move onto something newer and more exciting? The world around you is moving, and Fluttershy keeps trying to desperately pull you back to the past.

With another three knocks, you sigh and rise to your feet. Striding over to the door, you unlock the door and open it wide. Except, you're caught completely off guard. Standing in front of you is most certainly a yellow pegasus with long pink hair and cyan eyes, but this is not Fluttershy. This is a stallion.

"Uhm, hi Anon."

"Uh. Hi."

"D-don't you recognize me?" asks the gentle, male voice.

"Fluttershy?"

"Kind of. I changed my gender."

"You changed your gender?" you ask.

"It's rude to repeat people, Anon."

"Sorry, I'm just shocked that, out of all the things you've tried, that this didn't come up earlier."

"Have you ever doubted yourself so much that you aren't sure what you're doing with your life any more?" he says.

"What?"

"What?"

An awkward silence falls between you and Flutterstallion.

"I'm not gay."

"Not even a little bit?" he asks.

"Nah. Not even bi."

"Huh. Well, I suppose that takes care of that."

"Yeah," you say.

Another silence falls between you two.

"Are we not going to address how you managed this transformation in less than 24 hours?" you ask.

"Oh, it was a spell Twilight did for me," he says.

"And she didn't find that weird at all?"

"You'd be surprised at the things Twilight has to deal with on a daily basis," he replies.

"I don't think I want to know," you say.

Butterscotch nods, then kicks the ground.

"So, um. I saw you with a mare yesterday," he says.

A sort of lump falls in the pit of your stomach.

"Oh, yeah. Uh. Redheart. She's cool."

Butterscotch nods, then looks to the floor.

"Are you two... you know. A couple?"

"What? Uh. No!" you say reflexively. "I think we're just friends, now. I don't know. Wait. Actually. This is none of your business. Go home."

You stand back and slam the door in her face. His face. Whatever.

Taking a deep breath, you sit back down at your table. Well, Fluttershy knows about Redheart. What does that mean? Is she going to change? Is she going to back off now? Who knows. You suppose that you'll only know when tomorrow comes.