Just wear the goth outfit.

You set the underwear aside, deciding against wearing it, and let out a sigh of relief. The thought of your sister laughing at you for wearing her lingerie dissuades you from going down that path. However, you find yourself still staring at it, your hand lingering on the soft material. You can't help but imagine how it would feel against your skin, hugging your curves and accentuating your shape. The idea of the bra adds an extra layer of allure.

Shaking your head to clear your thoughts, you turn your attention to the goth outfit on the bed. Starting with the black skirt, you raise it to your leg, realizing how **** you feel underneath. It doesn't help that your sister goaded you into shaving everything, taunting, "Bet you won't. No balls." Well, you took the challenge and now you're feeling the effects. The air feels incredibly sensitive against your hairless legs, even reaching up and brushing against your exposed rear.

You slip on the crop top hoodie, feeling the pressure of the bra against your chest and the fabric teasing your sensitive nipples. With your hand gliding through the snug hoodie, you're acutely aware of your stomach being on display. It's hairless, and once again, the slightest breeze sends shivers across your skin.

Nervously smiling, you grab the fishnet stockings and slide them over your leg. The delicate touch of the stockings against your sensitive skin sends a tingling sensation through your body. You repeat the process with the second stocking.

Gazing at your fishnet-clad legs in the mirror, you can't help but utter to yourself, "Isn't this kinky?" You bite your lip, feeling a gulp rise in your throat as your heart quickens its pace. You haven't had an honest look at yourself in the mirror, especially not with this entire get-up. You've been trying your best to avoid confronting how you may look.

But now, you want to push yourself further. You want to explore the depths of your femininity. Taking a deep breath, you face the mirror. A goth girl stares back at you, with black lipstick, fake freckles, and a pale complexion that enhances the whiteness of her skin. Her eyes pop with long lashes and black eyeshadow.

You can't help but burst into manic laughter as you scrutinize your reflection. You make a goofy face, and she mirrors it. You try a sad expression, and she matches it. Then, a provocative thought crosses your mind, and you contort your face into a lewd expression, raising your eyes and sticking out your tongue. However, you immediately stop and cover your mouth with your hand, shocked by your own audacity.

"I would totally fuck myself," you exclaim aloud, but something strange happens. "Wait, why am I speaking in this tone of voice?" Your own voice sounds feminine, but more tomboyish than high-pitched girl.

Before you can ponder further, your sister walks into the room, interrupting her sentence as she notices you. You smile at her and jokingly remark, "So when do I get a pair of fake breasts? I want to be the big tiddy goth gf everyone desires."

She chuckles and scrutinizes your appearance. "You wish you had big mommy milkers like me. But in all seriousness, you look really goth. I thought it would be much worse."

Her gaze falls upon her underwear on your bed, and she playfully grabs it. "What are you, the panty thief?" she teases, looking at you.

You respond sarcastically, "No, I'm the gingerbread man."

She feigns surprise, waving her hand dramatically near her face as if encountering a celebrity. "Omg the gingerbread man?! I’m a big fan, can you please wear my underwear!" She says in an obnoxious high pitched voice.

"As much as you love to wear your sexy underwear. That will be a no," you say in a fake deep voice.

She grabbed your hand and lead you outside. "Come on girlfriend. We gotta like uh get you totes to school before you super duper late." She is in a clearly fake white girl accent.