Not too feminine

You stand in front of your new wardrobe, staring at the clothes your sister **** you to buy. Everything feels so foreign, so... feminine. You try to pick something less revealing, something that won’t scream about your newfound "femininity." Your eyes land on a pair of simple black leggings and a gray t-shirt with a modest neckline. It’s not too revealing, but it’s also not overly masculine. You hope your sister won’t be too angry.

You start with the underwear. You put on one of the new padded bras your sister so carefully picked out. It fits snugly around your chest, accentuating the curves you now have thanks to the silicone inserts. Next, you slip on a pair of simple black bikini panties—feminine, but not as revealing as some of the other options in your wardrobe. You feel the soft fabric hugging your body, reminding you just how far you’ve gone.

Then you pull on the leggings. They cling tightly to your legs, highlighting every line. You feel the fabric pressing slightly against your crotch, a constant reminder that you can no longer let your guard down. The t-shirt you chose is slightly loose, but it still accentuates your new figure. You look in the mirror and see someone who looks more like a teenage girl than a guy. It’s both terrifying and... strangely arousing.

You head downstairs, where your sister is already waiting for you. Her eyes narrow immediately as she takes in your outfit. "Are you serious?" Her voice is cold and sharp. "You think you can just wear something like that and it’ll be fine? Did you forget who’s in charge here?"

You try to say something, but she’s already grabbing your arm and dragging you back to your room. "Take it all off. Now." Her voice leaves no room for argument. You obediently start removing the t-shirt and leggings, feeling your face flush with shame. She stands nearby, arms crossed, watching your every move.

"You’re lucky I’m not making you wear something even more humiliating right now," she says as you’re left in just your underwear. "But you’re still going to get what you deserve."

She opens your wardrobe and starts rummaging through it, picking out something for you. After a few minutes, she pulls out a short pink pleated skirt and a tight crop top with a deep neckline. "This will be perfect," she says with a sarcastic smile. "Put it on."

You know there’s no point in resisting, so you obediently slip on the skirt and top. The skirt barely covers your thighs, and the top accentuates your "chest." You feel your body becoming more feminine with each passing day, and it terrifies you.

"Now, shoes," she says, pulling out a pair of pink ballet flats with little bows. You slip them on, feeling your feet become even more delicate. "And don’t forget the makeup," she adds, handing you lipstick and mascara. You apply them, trying not to think about how you look.

When you’re done, she looks you up and down. "Well, now you look like a proper girl," she says with a satisfied smile. "But don’t think this is over. We’ve got a long day ahead of us."