Goodbye Mark

Panties were no struggle but the bra took a while and as time ticked, your sister grew impatient and helped you with it.

As she helped place the bra on your chest, she gave some womanhood tips and despite the peculiar circumstances, you can’t help but to feel loved - it felt like it was the first time your sister truly cared for you since… father left.

She then proceeded to hold up the floral dress she prepared and slipped it above your head. Straightening the pleats and ruffles once the dress is fully on.

“Awww… isn’t my sister cute?”

You blush at your sister’s compliments as Amanda passes you a handbag indicating it’s time to go out in public for the first time… as a girl.

While you and your sister prepare to head out, your mum stops you for a while and asks if it was convenient to take these to the Salvation’s Army near the mall. “These” indicated the plastic bag filled to the brim with your past life. They were all your clothes. You gulp as you realise your mum was serious; no more boxers, no more pants. It is panties, bras and skirts from now on.

Within minutes, you reached the Salvation’s Army and you were ordered to pass the clothes yourself, you did it with **** as you said forever goodbye to Mark.

You and Amanda then walked to the mall, slightly self-conscious about your appearance.