Getting changed

You lean against the door, your breath coming in short, excited gasps. You can still smell Caitlyn's perfume on the robe. You have a plan, and you're going to follow it through.

You strip out of your own pajamas. You fold them neatly and place them on the counter, your bare skin prickling in the cool air of the bathroom.

Slowly, you slip into Caitlyn's lacy black bra and thong, the cool fabric against your skin sending shivers down your spine. The bra cups fit snugly around your chest, holding them in place as you move. The thong hugs the curves of your buttocks and the smooth skin of your lower back, the thin strip of lace disappearing beneath the swell of your hips.

Next, you pull on your mother's satin and lace robe, letting the delicate fabric pool around your waist.

You look in the mirror, your breath catching in your throat as you take in your reflection. The satin robe drapes over your curves, the material smooth and silky against your skin. The neckline plunges low, revealing more of your cleavage than you're used to seeing. The lace trim adorns your collarbone, drawing attention to your chest.