Wear it with the goth outfit.

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 internally scream at yourself to stop.

But you don't. You remove your clothes, and your breath 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 ass.

Your dick is semi-erect as you tuck it into the panties, feeling the fabric rub against it. A clear bulge is there.

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

You unclasp the bra and clip it onto your chest. It cups around your chest where boobs are supposed to be. You can feel your nipples touching the fabric.

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

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

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

It didn'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 would feel.

It's just out there in the open too. You can feel the slight breeze hitting your skin. It's a weird experience, 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 first net 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 lips 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 stand 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, like you've grown out your own hair.

You're in disbelief at what you're looking at. 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 denial.

There you are in the mirror, the cute goth girl in the room.

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

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."