It was a moment of weakness, as she was regularly by herself no matter where she went, but she’d taken to heart the remarks from her friends, Rarity included of perhaps trying something a little more… feminine for apparel. She’d worn armor, dress shirts, jackets, slacks, and everything else that was far from being ladylike. They’d chastised her, they prodded at her for dressing like a colt time and time again. She played it off, laughing about their remarks alongside them.
 
While it did make them stop whenever it happened, sometimes they bordered on being insulting, and it sometimes bothered immensely with how far they took it. Her moment of weakness and of being left alone once again saw her head to Canterlot, peruse the various shopping outlets in the main district, and introduce herself to a shopkeeper who ran a lingerie shop. She was kind, helpful even in finding out which would be perfect for her. There were a few awkward moments, as well as Latch making a fool of herself, but the shopkeeper was patient, laughing alongside her whenever it was silly, and assisting wherever she could.
 
In the end, Latch had found what she’d wanted, something a little more ladylike - while she never did behave it, it remained in her roots and as a part of who she was. In her rented room, Latch set down the paper bag maintaining her articles she’d acquired. One by one she brought out the small, packaged set of lingerie she’d acquired; white, and not too frilly to her tastes.
 
Stripping out of her clothing and setting it aside, Latch breathed out a soft sigh as she felt the cool air of the building touch her body. Her perky breasts left rocking with every sway and step, Latch sat down on the side of her bed, twiddling her thumbs idly to herself. She had second thoughts about the idea, but she wanted to see what it was like to wear such clothing on her own, just this once. Starting with the panties provided, the fabric feeling silken and comforting, she guided her hooves through and pulled the fabric up, riding it against her privates a little for a firm fit.
 
Next, Latch guided her hooves in, one by one into the white garters provided, pulling them up to her thighs, letting the clips dangle loosely against her body. Similarly, she’d slipped the garter belt on, tugging it up to her waistline with a huff. Guiding the clips to their respective attachment points, tightening them against her thighs, Latch stood up briefly, finding the fabric to stretch ever so slightly, but not tear at her motions.
 
Sitting back down on the bed, smiling to herself, Latch grabbed the second last piece of her outfit. Slipping her arms in and guiding the straps over her shoulders and around her back, Latch felt at ease wearing the outfit. As she was about to turn, grabbing the elbow length gloves that came with, Latch gasped, hugging her arms across her breasts as she saw a familiar face standing. A red-colored stallion stood motionlessly, quiet, but curious in the sight he was bearing witness to.
 
Latch didn’t know how long he’d been standing there, but that didn’t matter. He was intruding, and it made her grit her teeth in anger. “Beamer, get out!” She cried, then watching the stallion stammer and close the door.
 
“I- uh, sorry Latch… just wanted to know if you wanted~~…” With the stare he was getting from the Mare sitting in the modestly sized bedroom, he knew he had to leave. Closing the door behind himself, he cleared his throat on the other side. “‘I made some dinner’ was what I was going to say, Latch! Don’t let your food get too cold, okay?” Beamer said from the other side of the door.
 
Blushing, Latch looked down to herself, still having her arms wrapped tightly over her breasts. With a sigh, deflating at the invasion of privacy she’d gotten, she shook her head. So much for doing this on her own…
 
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Another story, but in a different view of Latch. Hope you enjoy.