Just wear the dress.

You grab the underwear and set it aside on the bed, letting out a sigh of relief as you decide against wearing it. You imagine how much your sister would laugh if she knew you wore her lingerie.

But still... you can't help but consider it. You're still looking at it right now, touching the soft material one last time, envisioning how it would feel on your body.

Hugging your shape and curves, the way it would caress your skin, especially with the bra completing the ensemble.

You shake your head to clear your thoughts, then grab the dress from the bed and put it on. As you do, you feel the openness around your rear. The wind brushes against your legs, and your buttocks are exposed.

It doesn't help that your sister goaded you into shaving everything. She said, "Bet you won't. No balls." And you ended up doing it.

You gulp as your heart starts racing. You haven't honestly looked at yourself in the mirror, especially in this complete get-up. You've been avoiding seeing how you actually look.

But you wanted to push yourself, to see how far you could go to embrace your femininity. Gathering your courage, you turn to the mirror. There, a girl looks back at you.

She seems entirely unfamiliar yet strangely familiar at the same time. You reach out your hand to the mirror, and she does the same. Your heart quickens as you smile.

It's you.

A beautiful girl in the mirror, wearing a sundress and cherry-stained lipstick. She has blush on her cheeks, giving her a lighter complexion. Her eyes are accentuated by long lashes and eyeshadow.

You start laughing uncontrollably as you examine yourself in the mirror. You make a goofy face, and she mirrors it. You make a sad face, and she does the same.

A naughty thought crosses your mind. You make a provocative face, raising your eyes and sticking out your tongue. You see it and immediately stop, covering your mouth with your hand.

"I would totally seduce myself..." you say out loud. Then something strange happens. "Wait, why did I speak in that tone of voice?" Your own voice sounds feminine, but it's more of a tomboyish tone than a high-pitched girly voice.

"Not to interrupt your fantasy session," your sister interrupts as she walks into the room. You look at her and smile. "So, do I look pretty in this dress or does it make me look fat?" you say jokingly.

"Fat, 100%, but seriously, you're totally rocking that dress. I thought it was going to look a lot worse," she says, checking you out.

She notices her underwear on your bed and grabs it. "What are you, the panty thief?" she says, looking at you.

"No, I'm the gingerbread man," you reply sarcastically.

She lets out a fake gasp and waves her hand near her face, as if she's meeting a famous person and about to faint. "Oh my gosh, the gingerbread man?! I'm such a big fan! Can you please wear my underwear?" she exclaims in an obnoxious high-pitched voice.

"As much as you'd love me to wear your sexy underwear, that's gonna be a hard no. Please consult my lawyer," you respond in a fake deep voice.

She pouts playfully, and the two of you burst into laughter.

She takes hold of your hand and leads you outside. "Come on, girlfriend. We gotta, like, get you to school before you're super-duper late," she says, putting on a clearly fake white girl accent.