Girl time

"I...haven't picked out a name."

She looked at you questioningly. Oh, God did you say the wrong thing? Were you supposed to have a name already? "Well we can't call you Jack now can we?" You looked to your aunt for help. "Can we call you Zoe for now?"

Zoe? "Sure." You faked a smile as she hugged you again.

"Come on, let's get you dressed!" She turned and ran up the stairs.

"I am, aren't I?"

"No, silly." She called back already at the top of the stairs. "Girl clothes."

Katy grabbed your hand at the bottom of the stairs, "Go on sweetie, I need to talk to Zoe for a minute."

"Okay!" She practically skipped into her room.

"I really appreciate you doing this. If you're really good I'll show you how much I appreciate it later, okay?" Did she mean what you were thinking? No way she meant that, right? You nod anyway, despite your confusion. "Good, now you two girls go have fun. Just keep being enthusiastic."

You weren't sure how you would feel about being called a girl, but it was certainly more preferable than walking into your cousin's room and seeing flower painted purple walls and matching bedspread covered with different outfits. "I didn't know what your style was so I grabbed a few."

"Great." You smiled in faux excitement. "I don't really know what kind of girl I am either."

"Well, we'll find out together. Come on." She stood expectantly.

"Come on, what?"

"Strip silly."

"I don't know."

"Hey, it's just us girls right? You haven't got anything I haven't seen before." She laughed, and you pretended to join in. You never really liked being naked in front of people. Let alone girls.

"Right." Taking off your shirt was easy enough, you were pretty happy about your flat stomach, especially when compared to your parents large bellies. The harder part was stripping off your pants and underwear, exposing your tiny penis to your cousin. You quickly covered up with your hands, remembering you were supposed to be a girl you covered your flat chest too.

"You don't even have panties?"

"Uh..no. I'm afraid to buy them." You lied.

"Don't worry, you can have a pair of mine and we'll get you some later."

"A pair of yours?"

"Well, yeah, I'm not gonna have you free ballin' in my clothes." she laughed. She turned to her dresser before handing you a pink thong and a purple french cut panties. "Which do prefer?"