Try on her dirty clothes

You don't think about it too much, there’s not enough time. Some doubt invades you, but you put it out of your mind. You’re frozen and nothing matters anymore. Without hesitation you take the warm, wet panties and slip your legs into them. A shiver runs through your body. It's true that it's morally wrong what you're doing. I mean, you’re trying on Abi's underwear. Other people's and women's underwear, and not just any underwear, but the one she was wearing five minutes ago. Your crotch is where Abi's vagina was minutes ago. You don't want to think too much about how wrong it is, but... is it really? I mean, she's your relative and it's like indirect sex?

Before your mind wanders any further, you grab the bra. Your heart is pounding and you don't know why. The panties, a little loose at first now show a noticeable bulge, fitting the soft, damp fabric to your skin, and the wetness of the crotch on your body. Is the bra necessary? No, but it's warm, and heat is what you need. To no one's surprise, it doesn't fit at all. You'd need some nice breasts to fill them, but it doesn’t matter, the warmth of Abi's is still there, and that's what you need. You go with the skirt, black and slightly thick. You enter your legs and suddenly, the elastic hits your skin, just as it did Abi's thighs minutes before. It feels comfortable, warm and sweaty. Your legs no longer move freely, but it feels... comfortable.

Next comes the shirt, which is similar to any of your shirts, although you see that the fabric is a thousand times softer, and of course, warm. In your armpits you even feel Abi's sweat running down your body. You see your arms coming out of the holes through which Abi's were coming out minutes before and this makes your body generate more heat, your sweat joining Abi's in a strange but exciting dance. And of course, all that's missing is the cherry on the dessert

You bend over, feeling Abi's thong push between your buttocks more and more, which at the same time makes the thong even tighter to your body. With your hands trembling you reach for her heels. You look at them, totally impeccable. Will they fit? You see on the already worn sole... it looks like they do, just half a size bigger than yours. The shoes for some reason emanate even more respect, so you gently slip them on, your knees inside the skirt to your left, your feet to your right. As your feet come inside Abi’s shoes, you feel something unique, not only the now necessary warmth of Abi's body, but as each of your toes is placed perfectly in the spot Abi left for you. You feel the leather on the soles of your feet, and feel a shiver run through your entire body.

You forget about the movie. Suddenly you’re there, fully clothed as Abi was minutes ago, but not only that, but occupying literally her very spot, feeling everything Abi felt all day, the fabric of the panties tucking between her buttocks, the skirt caressing her legs, the power of a 6-inch heel under your feet, your inflated breasts and the roll of Abi's thick arms where yours now peeked out.

You have never felt anything like this before. You haven't just dressed like Abi. You were feeling exactly what she felt. In a way... you had become Abi.

Your heart leaps out of your chest. Your mind is clear, and your body suddenly transforms into hers. You possess her sculpted nails, her thick thighs, her wide feet, her vagina, her imposture, her elegance, her life and her deepest desires.

“I am Abigail,” you repeat, “and I look amazing.”

“I am powerful.”

"I am beautiful, and... hot."

Nothing mattered anymore. It was you, Abigail, against the world. An elegant woman, single and free, addicted to climbing in heels. Tomorrow you weren't due to work, fortunately, since your plans had changed so much. You wanted to get into your closet and try on absolutely everything. You wanted to eat the world and walk it entirely while you felt the roar of your heels on the floor. You wanted to feel like that forever, and at that moment you felt lucky that your job allowed you to do so, that you had your house to yourself, despite seeing your addictive loneliness slightly interrupted by your friend's son, who for some reason attracted you to see him dressed as you.

It was you, Abigail, and no one else.

"I'm about to leave!"

But... no. You were not Abigail. You were her horny young nephew, dressed in her dirty clothes including her underwear, with your body boiling and your heart about to burst.

"Is everything all right?” She asks. “Cover your eyes, I'm coming out..."

Could you try to stop her? There was no time for anything else. You had to act fast. In an instant you decide...