Just wear the Goth outfit.

You steady your breathing as you collect your thoughts, realizing that wearing your sister's underwear was not a wise choice. You set it aside on the bed and bite your lip, contemplating the situation.

Perhaps someday you'll have the courage, but today is not that day.

You proceed to pick up the goth outfit from the bed, starting with the black skirt. As you lift it up to your leg, a sense of vulnerability washes over you.

Following your sister's advice, you had decided to shave your entire body, and now you feel the effects. The air feels unusually sensitive against your hairless legs, even reaching up to brush against your exposed rear.

You then put on the crop top hoodie, feeling the pressure of the bra against your chest. The fabric stimulates your sensitive nipples, and your hand slides through the snug hoodie.

Since it's a crop top, your stomach is exposed to the air. Its hairless surface adds to your heightened sensitivity, as the slightest breeze caresses your skin.

A smile forms on your face as you grab the fishnet stockings and carefully slide them onto your legs, aware of the heightened sensitivity of your skin. You repeat the process with the second stocking.

Your heart beats rapidly as you haven't yet looked at yourself in the mirror. With bated breath, you turn slowly to face the mirror, revealing a cute goth girl. Time seems to stand still as you take in the image, realizing it is you.

You reach out to touch the mirror, mirroring the actions of the reflection before you. Blushing, you start to giggle, recognizing the absurdity of the situation.

But the sound of your giggle startles you, causing you to cover your mouth. Why does it sound so feminine? Is it something that comes naturally to you?

"I-I, um..." You open your mouth and hear a more feminine voice escape. Flustered, you quickly close it, your face reddening. Perhaps it's because you're cross-dressing as a girl, including makeup, lingerie, and a goth outfit. It all feels completely natural, including changing your voice.

Realizing that looking at yourself in the mirror was the final confirmation, you can't deny it any longer. You resemble a girl—a goth girl, to be precise.

Before you can delve deeper into your thoughts, there's a knock on your door. "Hey, Ash, it's about time to head—" Your sister's sentence is interrupted as she walks in and catches sight of you.

You fidget nervously with your hands, your face growing red. She screams with excitement and rushes over to hug you. "AAAAA! Oh my God, you look so cute! You're going to rock it out there!" she exclaims, beaming.

Her eyes then land on her underwear on your bed, and she retrieves it. "Did you take my underwear?" she asks, shocked. "N-no! It accidentally got mixed up with the outfit," you reply, trying to defend yourself.

"Oh..." she responds, sounding slightly disappointed.

Before you can comment on her tone, she compliments you. "Also, you look cute, my little witch," she says. You simply blush in response. "T-thanks..." you stutter. She takes your hand and leads you to her car. "Come on, girl, you're going to be late for school."

"Oh..." She says kind of disappointed.