Wear it with the dress.

You need to stop... you know this is wrong, yet why...

Your hand moves as if on autopilot, and you watch it play out. Your mind goes blank as you scream internally, trying to stop yourself.

But you don't. You remove your clothes, and your breathing becomes heavy. You can feel the silk of the panties trailing up your leg, the sensation on your ass as they curve around your waist and onto your buttocks.

Your penis is semi-erect as you tuck it into the panties, feeling the fabric rubbing against it. There's a noticeable bulge.

This is wrong, but it feels so right...

You unclasp the bra and fasten it around your chest, where breasts are supposed to be. You can feel your nipple touching the fabric.

With that done, you have to face another challenge—the dress. You gulp as you lift it off the bed. It's pretty, but not your style.

Considering that you're a guy, it's natural to dislike wearing something like this.

But here you are, holding the dress, about to put it on. You breathe heavily as you finally don the dress.

It fits you oddly perfectly, as if it was meant for you. The feeling of the skirt against your hairless leg is tingly, like a wave of electricity. It's sensitive to the touch.

You should have stopped your sister from convincing you to shave your entire body. But she kept annoying you to the point where you had enough and just did it.

Now you wish you could go back on that decision. Your buttocks feel so ****. You can feel the air, how freely it hangs there.

You really didn't want to look in the mirror to see your final look. It's already too much for you, but curiosity wins.

You bite your lip and turn around to face the mirror. There stands a pretty girl staring back at you. You let out a gasp and cover your mouth with your hand. The 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 see.

You thought you would look more masculine, like a guy in a dress that stands out. But this result... 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 looks natural on you, as if you've grown out your own hair.

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

"Hey, Ash, are you okay in the-?" your sister stops mid-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 the dress was made for you," 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.

There you are in the mirror, the pretty girl in the room.

She whispers in your ear, "If you're not enjoying this, how come you're wearing my underwear~" You step back immediately, creating some space between you and her. She has a devious smile as she looks at you. Your face is flustered, and your heart races.

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."