A New Kind of Clean

Kieran felt a wave of nausea wash over him. This was so far from his reality, so completely alien.

“Just get it over with,” he muttered to himself, shaking his head as he stepped into the shower, the warm water enveloping him. He adjusted quickly, letting the water wash away the remnants of sleep. The sensation was immediate—the water felt different against his skin, and he could hardly believe how much smoother it felt.

Kieran stood in the bathroom, the steam from the hot water rising around him, creating a thick fog that clung to the walls. He hesitated for a moment, staring at the array of feminine beauty products laid out on the ledge of the shower. This wasn’t just any shower—it was a new world filled with scents and sensations that were entirely foreign to him.

Gone were the familiar bottles of his usual body wash and shampoo, replaced by soft pink and pastel-colored bottles with curvy shapes and flowery labels. A bottle of lavender body wash caught his eye, the scent wafting toward him as he squeezed a dollop into his palm. It was thick and creamy, slipping between his fingers like silk. He hesitated, inhaling the fragrance before lathering it onto his skin.

As the bubbles formed, he couldn’t help but notice how different it felt against his freshly shaved arms and legs. The smoothness of his skin—free from the usual layer of hair—was a strange and unsettling sensation, almost alien. The warmth of the water cascaded over his body, washing away the remnants of his old life, and he felt a pang of dread settle deep within his chest.

As he lathered up his chest, he contemplated the enormity of what was happening. This was real. He was about to become Kiara, and it terrified him.

His thoughts spiraled as he rinsed off the suds. What the hell am I doing? This wasn’t just a game; it was a complete upheaval of his life. He felt exposed and ****, the water washing away the last remnants of Kieran—the boy who had never asked for this, who had never wanted to be anything other than himself.

His eyes flicked downward, and he felt a mix of confusion and anxiety flood through him as he realized how exposed he was. The very idea of standing there, naked and ****, was overwhelming.

Kieran turned his attention to the feminine shampoo, the scent of jasmine and coconut filling the air. He poured some into his palm, and as he massaged it into his scalp, he couldn’t help but reflect on how fucked up his life was about to become. How the hell had he ended up here? This was not how things were supposed to go.

His father was gone, and in his place stood a mountain of expectations that he wasn’t ready to bear. He felt the weight of the world pressing down on him as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair, the hot water swirling around him, drowning out the chaos that was his life.

With one final rinse, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, the chill of the bathroom air hitting his damp skin. Kieran grabbed a towel, drying off quickly, but as he glanced at his reflection in the mirror, he was struck by the sight of his smooth body, the absence of hair a constant reminder of the changes he was about to embrace.

His heart raced as he wrapped the towel around his waist, but the urge to cover himself fully was soon overshadowed by the reality of the situation. He had to face this head-on. With one final glance at the mirror, he took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.

As he stepped into the bedroom, he found Celeste rifling through his things, her back turned to him. “Celeste?” he called out, but she spun around, eyes wide with alarm.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, hands flying to her mouth. “What the hell are you doing? You’re showing your tits, you whore!”

Kieran’s mouth dropped open in shock. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Wrap the towel around your chest, you filthy slut!” she yelled, her voice laced with a mixture of incredulity and amusement.

Kieran blinked, the absurdity of the moment hitting him like a freight train. “Oh my God, Celeste! Stop exaggerating. I can still be Kieran in the bedroom!”

“Do you think the board is going to care if you have a towel around your waist? You need to start thinking like Kiara! You can’t just flop around like a boy anymore,” she snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.

His cheeks flushed with humiliation, but somewhere in the back of his mind, a small part of him understood. This was the reality he had signed up for. “Fine!” he relented, the towel slipping from his grasp as he wrapped it around his chest instead, securing it tightly under his arms.

“There! Was that so hard?” Celeste smirked, her earlier panic replaced with amusement.

Kieran rolled his eyes, feeling utterly defeated. “You’re such a pain.”

“I’m your big sister. It’s literally my job,” she replied, a triumphant grin on her face. “Now, sit down. We have to do your nails.”

He couldn’t help but groan as he sat on the edge of the bed, feeling ridiculous in the towel and acutely aware of the entire transformation process he was undergoing. Celeste moved to the vanity, gathering her supplies with a purpose. “Just trust me,” she said, pulling out a small bottle of nail polish remover, cotton balls, and a few colors.

“Do I really have to do this?” Kieran whined.

“Yes! This is part of the process,” she replied, her tone firm as she reached for his hands. “Now hold still.”

With deft fingers, Celeste began removing the polish from Kieran’s nails, her movements quick and practiced. “You need to have a nice, clean slate for your new look.”

As she started working on his toes, filing and shaping them with delicate precision, Kieran closed his eyes, allowing himself to breathe. For the first time since this whole ordeal began, he felt a sense of calm wash over him.

With each stroke of the file, he realized he was stepping deeper into this transformation. Whether he liked it or not, he was moving closer to becoming Kiara—a new version of himself.

After Celeste finished with his toes, she moved up to his hands, soaking them as well. He watched her work, her hands deft and skilled as she filed and shaped his nails.

“There! Perfect!” she exclaimed as she held up his hand, the light pink polish glistening against his skin. “Now, you’re ready to dazzle.”

Kieran stared at his nails, the subtle color catching the light. Part of him was horrified, but another part felt an odd sense of satisfaction. Maybe—just maybe—he could make this work.

“Okay,” he said slowly, testing the waters. “I can do this.”

“Exactly!” Celeste grinned. “And just think, soon you’ll be dazzling them all as Kiara Laurent.”

As she continued to fuss over him, Kieran found himself embracing the change, ready or not. The journey ahead was going to be long and filled with challenges, but he was determined to face them, one step at a time.

Celeste danced around the bedroom, a whirlwind of energy that seemed almost boundless. Today, she wore a fitted black tank top that clung to her curves and a pair of loose, floral-print shorts that swayed as she moved. The combination made her look effortlessly chic, a stark contrast to Kieran—now Kiara—who was sulking in the corner, still processing the transformation that was taking place around him.

“Okay, Kiara,” Celeste chirped, her excitement palpable as she rummaged through the assortment of clothes she had prepared. “Are you ready for your first outfit?”

Kieran crossed his arms defiantly, a stubborn pout on his lips. “There’s no way I’m wearing any of that girly crap, Celeste.”

“Oh, really? And what exactly do you plan on wearing instead? Your old boy clothes?” She raised an eyebrow, a hint of sarcasm lacing her tone. “Those are long gone, sweetie.”

He glared at her. “I’m not wearing a bra and panties! I’m not a girl!”

Celeste rolled her eyes, unfazed by his protest. “You will be if you want to pull this off, Kiara. You can’t just pretend you’re still Kieran.”

“Watch me!” he shot back, but Celeste was already unfazed.

With a triumphant grin, she held up a delicate white lace bra and matching panties. “Let’s start with these.”

Kieran grimaced, his stomach twisting at the thought. “I can’t wear those!”

“Too bad. You have to,” she said, tossing the items onto the bed. “Get undressed.”

“No!”

Celeste’s expression hardened, and for a moment, he saw the storm brewing in her eyes. “Kieran, if you don’t do this, I’m telling Mom. And you know she won’t take it lightly.”

Kieran scoffed, shaking his head. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

She reached for her phone, and before he could react, she dialed Vivienne’s number, holding the phone to her ear with a sly smile. “Hey, Mom? Can you come up here for a second?”

“Celeste, what are you doing?” Kieran’s voice rose in panic as he lunged for the phone.

“Just waiting for Mom to come see how her little girl is doing,” she teased, but the playful glint in her eyes was replaced with seriousness when Vivienne’s voice came through.

“Is everything alright?” their mother asked, concern lacing her tone.

“Not quite. Kieran’s being a little difficult about getting dressed.”

Kieran’s heart sank as he heard footsteps approaching. “You’re such a snitch!”

Before he could say anything else, the door swung open, and Vivienne entered the room, dressed casually in a fitted gray sweater and black leggings, her hair cascading in soft waves around her shoulders. She looked effortlessly stunning, even in her relaxed attire, and Kieran felt a fresh wave of humiliation wash over him.

“What’s going on?” she asked, looking between them, her expression immediately shifting to one of disapproval as she noted the state of the room.

“Kiara refuses to put on her clothes,” Celeste said, gesturing dramatically at the bed. “I was just trying to get her ready, but she’s being stubborn.”

Vivienne crossed her arms, an eyebrow raised. “Kiara, this is unacceptable.”

“Mom, come on,” he protested. “I’m not wearing any of that! It’s ridiculous!”

Vivienne’s eyes narrowed. “This is about your family, Kiara. Your father’s legacy. You need to accept your new role.”

“Can’t you just tell Celeste to back off?” he pleaded, hoping for a reprieve.

“Actually, I think it’s time for Celeste to go a little harder on you,” Vivienne replied, her tone firm. “You need to understand that this isn’t just a game.”

Kieran stared at her, mouth agape. “You can’t be serious!”

“I am very serious. This is your new life now, Kiara. Embrace it.”

With that, she turned on her heel and left the room, leaving Kieran alone with a grinning Celeste who looked like a cat that had just caught a mouse.

“Now, let’s get started,” she said, clapping her hands together. “First things first—tucking.”

Kieran’s eyes widened in horror. “No! Absolutely not!”

“Don’t be such a baby,” Celeste chided, moving toward him. “You need to learn how to tuck if you’re going to wear these clothes.”

“Why do I even have to tuck?” he demanded, stepping back instinctively. “This is so messed up!”

Celeste crossed her arms, her demeanor shifting from playful to serious. “Because if you don’t, you’ll be bulging out of your cute little dresses, and you’ll look ridiculous. Plus, if you resist this, I’ll make you wear a real bra instead of a training bra. You don’t want that, do you?”

Kieran swallowed hard, the thought of a real bra making him cringe. “That’s not fair!”

“Life’s not fair, Kiara,” Celeste shot back, her eyes narrowing. “So suck it up and let’s get this over with.”

With a deep breath, he relented, stepping closer to her. “Fine, but just this once.”

“Good choice!” Celeste clapped her hands, grabbing a soft, stretchy pair of panties from the bed. “Now, here’s what you need to do.”

She guided him through the process, her voice steady and calm, though Kieran felt an avalanche of embarrassment crashing over him as he attempted to tuck himself away. It felt strange, and the moment was made even more awkward when Celeste leaned in closer to help him, her hands deftly adjusting things to make it work.

Kieran was acutely aware of every sensation, every movement, and his cheeks burned as he felt exposed. This was the last thing he ever imagined doing with his sister, and yet here they were.

“See? Not so bad,” Celeste encouraged, stepping back to examine her handiwork. “Now put on these panties and this training bra.” She handed him the items, her expression teasing. “This is just the beginning of your new wardrobe.”

As he stood there, the training bra and panties in his hands, Kieran felt a swirl of emotions—confusion, humiliation, and an odd sense of inevitability. He knew he was crossing a line, one that he couldn’t uncross, but part of him was beginning to realize that resistance would only make things worse.

With a **** sigh, he accepted the garments and prepared to take the plunge into this new reality, unsure of what lay ahead.

Kieran stood in front of the mirror, his heart racing as he carefully slipped on the delicate pair of panties. He took his time, ensuring that everything was tucked away correctly, trying to follow Celeste’s earlier instructions. The fabric felt strange against his skin—soft and smooth, a far cry from the boxers he was used to wearing. With each movement, he became hyper-aware of how different it all felt, the snugness of the fabric hugging his body in ways he had never experienced before.

“Need any help?” Celeste’s voice cut through his concentration, laced with a playful tease.

“No, I’ve got this!” Kieran snapped, his cheeks heating. He was determined to get this right, even if it felt completely foreign to him. He took a deep breath, adjusting the fit once more before standing up straight.

“Okay, let me see,” she said, stepping closer to inspect his handiwork. “You’ve got to make sure it looks right.”

Kieran turned slightly, revealing the result of his efforts. “How does it look?”

Celeste examined him with a critical eye, her head tilting slightly. “Not bad, actually. Just make sure everything is nice and smooth. You don’t want any bumps showing when you wear your outfits.”

He nodded, trying to suppress the flurry of emotions swirling within him. He felt a mixture of humiliation and vulnerability, but he also felt a strange sense of accomplishment as he stepped into this new identity.

“Now for the training bra,” Celeste instructed, handing it to him with a grin.

Kieran took the bra, the fabric light in his hands. He slipped it over his arms and adjusted it around his chest, feeling the soft material press against his skin. The sensation was strange—both comforting and alien. The gentle pressure was entirely different from anything he had ever worn, and he took a moment to gather his thoughts as he adjusted the straps.

“Perfect!” Celeste said with a smile. “You’re looking great, Kiara!”

Kieran turned to face her, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation. “Can we just skip to the pants and shirt part?”

“Patience! We’re getting there,” she said, rifling through the pile of clothes she had assembled overnight. “For today, I want to take it easy. You don’t want to scare anyone off right away.”

“Scare them off? Who?” Kieran asked, though he had a sinking feeling he already knew the answer.

Celeste paused, tapping her chin as she surveyed the options. “I was thinking we’d go with leggings and a crop top.”

He opened his mouth to complain but quickly shut it again. After all, complaining would only earn him more trouble.

“Trust me, it’s going to look cute,” she insisted, selecting a pair of sleek black leggings that hugged every curve and a light pink crop top that matched the training bra perfectly. “This way, you’ll be comfortable, and we can ease into the whole ‘girl’ thing without overwhelming you.”

Kieran took a deep breath, reminding himself that this was the new reality he had to navigate. “How did you put all this together overnight?” he asked, trying to redirect his thoughts.

“Oh, you know,” Celeste said nonchalantly as she handed him the leggings. “A lot of express shipping, a few favors with some stores, and some of my older stuff.”

He raised an eyebrow, still in disbelief at her resourcefulness. “You’re a magician, Celeste.”

“Something like that!” She grinned as he slipped on the leggings, their fabric stretching snugly against his legs. “Now, the top.”

As Kieran put on the crop top, he couldn’t shake the lingering anxiety that coursed through him. The mirror reflected a version of himself he had never seen before—one that felt oddly familiar yet completely foreign. He could feel Celeste’s gaze on him, her enthusiasm bubbling over, and he couldn’t help but feel a flicker of uncertainty.

“Okay, let’s go!” Celeste declared, practically bouncing on her toes.

Kieran followed her out of the bedroom, his heart racing with each step. They made their way down the hallway, and as they reached the living room, he froze.

There, in the center of the room, was a hairdresser setting up an array of tools—scissors, brushes, and an intimidating-looking box filled with semi-permanent hair extensions. Kieran’s stomach dropped, and he felt a wave of nervousness wash over him.

Celeste noticed his hesitation. “What’s wrong? You’re safe!”

“Safe?” Kieran echoed, his voice a bit strained. “I don’t feel safe. I’m dressed like this in front of someone else!”

Celeste shrugged, an amused smile on her face. “Relax. I signed an NDA, so she’s safe. Nobody’s going to know about you being here, dressed like this.”

Kieran’s eyes darted around the room, feeling exposed and **** as he realized there was no turning back now. The hairdresser was a woman in her thirties, confident and poised, with a warm smile that did little to ease his nerves.

“Alright, let’s get started!” she said cheerfully, turning her attention to Kieran. “We’re going to make you look fabulous!”

Kieran felt a surge of panic. Fabulous? Wasn’t that the opposite of what he wanted? But as the hairdresser approached with a brush in hand, he **** himself to sit in the chair.

Celeste leaned in close, her excitement palpable. “We’re putting in semi-permanent hair extensions, then we’ll cut and style it accordingly. And we’re going to do false lashes too! You’re going to look amazing!”

Kieran gripped the armrests of the chair, his heart pounding. He wanted to protest, to push back against the overwhelming sensation of it all, but a part of him—the part that had been slowly thawing under Celeste’s relentless positivity—was beginning to warm to the idea.

This was happening, whether he liked it or not.

“Okay,” he said softly, surprising himself. “Let’s do it.”

As he settled into the chair, he felt a mix of fear and curiosity. This was the first step into a new life, and though he was terrified of what lay ahead, he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe—just maybe—it would lead to something beautiful.

But for now, the transformation had only just begun.