Obey

“Yes Aunty.” You said, tossing the bag with all your belongings on the pink bed. The bathroom isn’t much better, a single sink next to a full makeup vanity, and a small shower/tub combo. You take off your clothes, noticing a laundry shoot decide to toss them down to be cleaned before you hop in the shower. All the soaps and shampoos are extremely feminine, smelling heavily of luscious fruits. When you finish, you feel extra fresh, if a little girly. You try to shake off that though, saying any one would surrounded by the obnoxious level of girly girl things… till you walk out to your room, wrapped only in a pink towel, to see your clothes missing.

Left out on your bed was pink satin pajama pants, a matching crop top, and white satin underwear with a pink lining, that are small enough to pass as panties. She’s joking right? You don’t see your clothes, only your bag in a corner, open with all clothing and shoes removed. You don’t want to confront your aunt in only a towel, but don’t want to put on this… it’s not entirely women’s clothes, but it’s certainly close. Or you could just go to bed naked, and deal with the weirdness in the morning. There’s also a wardrobe, but you can tell at a glance nothing in there looks like yours either