Regain your sense.

You slap yourself to regain your senses. You shouldn't have gone so far and decided to wear a dress. This is wrong in so many ways.

You grab her underwear and toss it out into the hallway. "Hey, Rachel, your underwear is in the hallway," you scream to her. "Thank you, I was looking for that," she replies.

You bite your lip and can't help but imagine what it feels like. The softness, the silk... but you stop yourself from delving deeper.

With that out of the way, now you have to face another challenge: the goth outfit. You first take out the skirt and slip it between your legs. You never considered how a girl feels when wearing a skirt.

How **** their ass is, how it hangs out there in the open for anyone to see.

Here you are, feeling the same way a girl would...

It doesn't help that your legs look like a girl's too. Your sister kept nagging you about shaving your body to fit the look of a girl. It got to the point where you had enough and just shaved.

You then grab the crop top hoodie and slip it on. You realize how tight it feels, how the long sleeves hug your arms, and how **** your stomach feels.

It's just out there in the open too. You can feel the slight breeze hitting your skin. It's a weird experience, but you're not uncomfortable. And then there are the fishnet stockings. Oh God, the fishnet stockings.

You can't believe you're doing this, but you are. You slowly start to slip on the fishnet stocking onto your leg, feeling it slowly go up. It sends shivers throughout your skin.

You really don't want to look in the mirror to see your final look. It's already too much for you. But curiosity killed the cat...

You bite your lip and turn around to face the mirror. There stands a cute goth girl staring back at you. You let out a gasp and cup your hand to your mouth. The goth girl in the room does the same.

This can't be... this shouldn't be. You didn't expect to look exactly like a girl. You stand there for a solid minute, processing what you're looking at.

You thought you would look more manly, like a guy wearing female clothes that stands out. But these results... you didn't know you were that feminine.

Your mind tells you no, yet your body tells you yes. You can't help but turn around to examine yourself. The wig hair looks natural on you, as if you've grown out your own hair.

You're in disbelief at what you're seeing. This can't be you, but it is. This is your body, and that girl in the mirror is you.

"Hey, Ash, are you okay in there?" Your sister stops her sentence as she walks in and looks at your outfit. "This isn't right," you say to her, still in disbelief.

"This isn't right? Have you looked at yourself? It's like you're meant to be a goth girl," she says, stepping closer and touching your skirt.

"It should be worn by a girl, not a guy," you say seriously. She then grabs your head and makes you look at the mirror.

"How can you say that when you look like that?" she says, frustrated with your own denial.

There you are in the mirror, the cute goth girl in the room. Before you can refute that fact, she grabs your hand and leads you outside. "Come on now, we can't be having second thoughts right now. You're going to be late for school."