The First Day Of Many

Kieran was ripped from sleep by the unmistakable sound of chaos.

The sharp clatter of hangers, the rustling of fabric, the high-pitched hum of someone in an annoyingly good mood—it was a whirlwind of noise that shattered whatever lingering dreams he might have had. He groaned, burying his face deeper into the pillow, hoping, praying, that if he ignored it long enough, it would go away.

It didn’t.

“Oh, come on, sleeping beauty,” Celeste’s voice rang out, far too loud for this early in the morning. “Rise and shine! Big day ahead!”

Kieran gritted his teeth. “Get. Out.” His voice was muffled against the pillow, but the venom in it was clear.

Celeste either didn’t hear it or chose to ignore it entirely.

“Wow, somebody’s cranky.” He could hear her rummaging through his closet, the occasional thump of something hitting the floor. “You should be thanking me, you know. While you were sleeping like a lazy brat, I was hard at work making sure you had everything you need for your transformation.”

Kieran groaned louder, throwing an arm over his head. “I will literally kill you.”

Celeste gasped, mocking offense. “Is that any way to talk to your big sister? I’ll have you know I’m in charge of this whole operation, little sis.”

His eye twitched. “Don’t. Call. Me. That.”

Celeste, unbothered, spun on her heel and flopped onto the edge of his bed. “Too bad, because Mom put me in charge of all the hands-on stuff while she handles the bigger picture. Which means, lucky for you, I am your personal fairy godmother from hell.” She beamed. “Isn’t that just fantastic?”

Kieran finally lifted his head, eyes bleary and narrowed. “What the hell gives you the authority to do anything?”

Celeste grinned. “Mom did.”

He stared at her, horrified.

She crossed her arms, looking entirely too pleased with herself. “Mom’s too busy making sure this whole Kiara thing actually works on the corporate level, so she gave me full control over, well… you.” She gestured vaguely at his half-asleep, miserable form. “I get to handle all the fun stuff—your wardrobe, your mannerisms, your whole presentation.” She leaned in, smirking. “Basically, turning my little brother into my perfect little sister.”

Kieran could actually feel his soul leaving his body.

“I hate you.”

Celeste rolled her eyes. “You’ll get over it. Now, up.” She yanked his blanket off with absolutely no mercy.

Kieran let out a string of curses, curling into himself to escape the sudden chill. “You’re a fucking menace.”

“And you have five seconds to get your ass out of bed before I dump a bucket of ice water on you.”

He cracked an eye open, scanning her face.

She wasn’t bluffing.

With the weight of complete and utter defeat pressing down on him, Kieran exhaled through his nose, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and sat up. He didn’t look at Celeste as he stood and trudged toward the ensuite bathroom, the sleep still heavy in his limbs, his head already pounding with the reality of what today meant.

Celeste, ever the nuisance, followed behind him, flouncing around his room like a goddamn tornado.

“By the way,” she called out as he stepped into the bathroom, “I got rid of all your boy clothes. Hope you don’t mind!”

Kieran stopped mid-step, his hand tightening around the bathroom doorframe.

Slowly, he turned his head. “You what?”

Celeste gave him an innocent smile. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. I did you a favor.”

His voice was eerily calm. “A favor?”

“Yeah! You wouldn’t need them anyway, and honestly, some of those hoodies were atrocious. I have taste, Kiki, and I refuse to let you walk around looking like an underpaid tech bro.”

“First of all, never fucking call me Kiki again, or I swear to God—”

She waved him off. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just hurry up and get ready. We have so much to do today!”

Kieran grumbled something violent under his breath but turned back into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him with more **** than necessary. He gripped the edges of the sink, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His face was still lined with exhaustion, his dark hair a complete mess, and the weight of what was happening settled into his chest like a boulder.

This was real.

Celeste wasn’t just fucking with him. The plan was already in motion.

And now he was at the mercy of his goddamn sister.

Fantastic.

With a heavy sigh, he reached for his toothbrush and started his morning routine, tuning out the muffled sounds of Celeste wrecking his room. He didn’t care. He was past caring. Resistance was futile. He had already lost this battle.

By the time he finished brushing his teeth, he opened the door only to find Celeste right there, practically vibrating with excitement.

“Jesus fuck, Celeste—”

She grabbed him by the shoulders, grinning so wide it was almost terrifying.

“I cannot tell you how excited I am for this,” she said, her voice dripping with glee. “Like, actually, I haven't had this much fun in ages. You’re going to be so pretty.”

Kieran gave her the deadest stare imaginable. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Of course I am!” She clapped her hands together. “You’re my new little sister! I get to mold you into perfection! I get to give you the makeover of a lifetime! Oh my God, Kiki, this is so much better than playing dress-up with dolls.”

Kieran was already regretting every life choice that had led him to this moment.

Celeste, however, was already yanking him toward the closet. “Now, let’s get started, shall we?”

He sighed, closing his eyes.

This was going to be a long day.

The morning light streamed into the penthouse, casting soft shadows that danced across the sleek surfaces of Kieran’s room. It was a stark contrast to the whirlwind of anxiety that had settled in his stomach. Kieran stood in front of the mirror, his heart racing as he faced the inevitable. The impending transformation loomed before him like a dark cloud, heavy and suffocating.

Celeste stood behind him, her arms crossed, an almost manic excitement radiating from her. “Okay, are you ready for this?” she chirped, her eyes sparkling.

Kieran swallowed hard, stealing a glance at the array of beauty products scattered across his vanity. There were waxing kits, creams, razors, and more—all tools of the trade that now seemed like instruments of ****. He felt a wave of nausea roll through him. “As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

“Great! Let’s get started.” She clapped her hands together, practically bouncing on her heels.

“Wait, hold on a second.” Kieran held up a hand, feeling his cheeks heat up. “I need to… you know, undress.”

Celeste raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk creeping onto her face. “Oh, come on. It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before.”

“Yeah, but that was when we were kids! I’m not exactly a kid anymore, Celeste!”

She shrugged, the smirk deepening. “It’s just us, Kiki. You have to get used to this if you want to be my perfect little sister.”

His mouth twisted into a grimace, but he knew she was right. There was no escaping this awkward moment, and if he wanted to pull off this whole Kiara thing, he needed to let go of his modesty. Reluctantly, he turned his back to her and peeled off his t-shirt, letting it drop to the floor. He hesitated for a moment, then pulled down his pajama pants, leaving himself bare.

Kieran felt his face burn as he turned back around to face her. Celeste’s expression was a mixture of excitement and mischievousness, and he could see the wheels turning in her mind as she tried to suppress a laugh.

“Okay, first things first.” She stepped closer, brandishing a razor and shaving cream like a knight with a sword. “We’re starting with your arms and legs. You’ve got quite the forest going on.”

Kieran’s mouth fell open in shock. “You can’t be serious!”

“Dead serious!” Celeste grinned as she squirted a generous amount of shaving cream into her palm and began to work it into a lather. “It’s just hair, Kieran. It’s going to come off and grow back. Just relax.”

“Easier said than done,” he mumbled, shifting uncomfortably.

“Come on, it’s not like I’m going to judge you,” she said, her voice light. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

Kieran watched as she stepped closer, her demeanor shifting from playful to focused. He could see the determination in her eyes as she expertly lathered the shaving cream onto his arms, the coolness of the cream contrasting sharply with the heat of his embarrassment.

“Okay, here we go,” she said, glancing up at him. “Just breathe.”

He nodded, forcing himself to stay still as she glided the razor along his forearm, the sound of the blade against his skin filling the otherwise quiet room. It felt strange—almost surreal—as she expertly removed the fine hair in smooth strokes. He could hardly believe that this was his new reality.

“There! See? Not so bad, right?” Celeste grinned, wiping the razor on a towel.

Kieran let out a shaky breath, glancing at his now-smooth arm. “It’s just… weird.”

“Get used to it, sis,” she said cheerfully, moving to his other arm. “You’re going to look fabulous. Trust me.”

The process continued, with Celeste meticulously removing hair from his arms and legs. The cool cream and sharp razor felt foreign against his skin, and Kieran couldn’t shake the sense of vulnerability creeping in. Still, he pushed through the discomfort, reminding himself that this was all part of the plan.

“Okay, legs next.” Celeste stepped back, gesturing for him to lift one foot onto the edge of the tub.

He did so hesitantly, and she wasted no time in applying the shaving cream to his lower leg. “This part’s going to tickle,” she warned, and before he could respond, she started gliding the razor along his calf.

Kieran stifled a laugh, the sensation sending an unexpected shiver up his spine. “Okay, that is kind of ticklish.”

“I told you!” Celeste chuckled. “You’re doing great. Just keep your foot steady.”

After what felt like an eternity, they moved on to his thighs, and Kieran could feel a mix of embarrassment and anxiety flooding through him. The intimacy of the moment made him acutely aware of the boundaries they were crossing.

“Alright, we’re almost done with this part,” Celeste said, working with surprising efficiency. “Next is your chest and underarms.”

Kieran took a deep breath, realizing that he had very little choice in the matter. “Okay, let’s get it over with,” he muttered, bracing himself as he lifted his arms.

Celeste squirted more shaving cream onto her palm, her demeanor unyielding as she applied it to his underarms, her fingers moving quickly but gently. He winced slightly as she moved the razor, the sensation strange but not entirely uncomfortable.

“See? This is easy!” she said, glancing up with that trademark grin. “Now, just your chest.”

“Are you serious?” He shot her a look of horror. “You want me to shave my chest?”

“Uh, yes? It’s part of the whole transformation thing. We can’t have you looking like a bear, Kiara!”

With a heavy sigh, he surrendered. “Fine, let’s just get it over with.”

As Celeste applied the cream to his chest, he felt a mix of dread and anticipation. She carefully navigated around his collarbones and down toward his stomach, the razor gliding smoothly against his skin. He could feel her focus, the precision with which she was working.

“Almost done,” she said, her tone encouraging.

When she finished, Kieran let out a long, relieved breath. “Thank God that’s over.”

As Celeste prepared to tackle the next area, Kieran felt a knot of anxiety form in his stomach. “Okay, what’s next?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Celeste’s grin widened. “Now we’re going to take care of… down there.” She gestured vaguely toward his groin, her excitement palpable. “Don’t worry; I’ll be gentle.”

“Are you serious?” Kieran’s eyes widened, and he instinctively took a step back. “I thought we were just doing arms, legs, and whatever!”

Celeste rolled her eyes, unfazed by his hesitation. “Kiki, it’s all part of the transformation! You can’t just leave that area untouched. We need to make sure you’re smooth all over!”

He groaned, feeling his face flush with embarrassment. “This is too much.”

“Oh, stop being such a baby! I promise it won’t be that bad.” She picked up a small tub of shaving cream, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “Trust me, I’ll walk you through it.”

Kieran reluctantly nodded, steeling himself for what was about to happen. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath to center himself. “Fine. Let’s just get it over with.”

“Good choice!” Celeste beamed, and he could hear the cap snap off the shaving cream as she squeezed a dollop into her palm.

“Okay, so you need to lift your legs a little,” she instructed, her voice becoming all business. Kieran felt a surge of anxiety as he complied, awkwardly positioning himself as she approached.

Celeste spread the cream over the area with surprisingly gentle strokes, and Kieran flinched slightly at the coolness against his skin. “Just relax. It’s just hair,” she said, working quickly but carefully. “I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.”

“Easier said than done,” he muttered, gripping the edge of the counter.

“Okay, here we go.” She took the razor, her movements focused, and began gliding it over the sensitive skin. Kieran’s heart raced as he felt the blade move—there was something incredibly **** about being exposed like this, especially with his sister handling such an intimate task.

“Does it feel weird?” Celeste asked, glancing up at him.

Kieran’s cheeks burned with humiliation. “You could say that.”

She chuckled lightly, but her eyes remained intent on her work. “You’re doing great, Kiki! Just keep breathing.”

Kieran squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to block out the situation. The razor’s smooth glide contrasted sharply with the bizarre intimacy of the moment, and he felt his pulse quicken. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“Just think of it as part of the process! It’ll all be worth it in the end.”

“Worth it?” Kieran echoed incredulously, trying to focus on anything other than the fact that his sister was shaving his genitals. “What if I end up regretting this?”

“You won’t! Trust me. You’ll look amazing.”

Kieran **** a deep breath, feeling the tension in his body as Celeste continued her work. He could hear the faint sound of the razor against his skin, each stroke making him acutely aware of how **** he truly was. “This is so awkward.”

“I know! But you’re handling it like a champ!” Celeste’s enthusiasm was unwavering. “We’re almost done. Just a little more!”

With each careful stroke, Kieran felt a mix of embarrassment and **** acceptance. There was no going back now—this was his new reality, and the awkwardness of the moment would soon become a memory.

When Celeste finished, she stepped back to admire her handiwork, a grin plastered across her face. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Kieran shook his head, still reeling from the experience. “It was absolutely horrible.”

“Just wait until you see the final result!” she said cheerfully, and despite everything, a small part of him couldn’t help but feel a flicker of excitement.

Celeste chuckled as she wiped the razor clean and set it aside. “You did great! Now, let’s move on to the next part.”

He raised an eyebrow. “There’s more?”

“Duh! Your eyebrows need a little love too.”

Kieran blinked. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope! Just a little shaping. I won’t do anything drastic—promise.” She grabbed a pair of tweezers and a small brush. “It’s time for your first beauty lesson, little sis.”

He groaned, falling back against the wall. “Why is this happening to me?”

“Because it’s for your own good!” Celeste laughed, starting to groom his eyebrows with a steady hand. “Just trust me. You’re going to thank me later.”

Kieran felt her fingers dance lightly over his brow, and as strange as it felt, he couldn’t help but feel a tiny spark of excitement at the thought of looking different—of being Kiara. It was a strange mix of dread and anticipation that washed over him as he closed his eyes, surrendering to the process.

As the last hair fell away, Celeste stepped back, admiring her handiwork. “Alright, let’s see those gorgeous brows!”

Kieran opened his eyes, surprised at how different he looked. There was something undeniably refreshing about it, even as he grappled with the reality of becoming Kiara.

“Not too shabby, huh?” Celeste beamed, her excitement infectious.

As they moved forward with the transformation, Kieran couldn’t shake the feeling that he was crossing an invisible line. But deep down, buried beneath layers of anxiety and uncertainty, he began to wonder if maybe—just maybe—this could work.

In that moment, surrounded by the chaos of hair removal and his sister’s relentless energy, he realized that perhaps this journey wasn’t just about becoming a girl; it was about becoming someone new.

And with that thought, he stepped deeper into the unknown.