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“Hey so your clothes are still pretty damp so I put them back in the dryer, but Mom’s making breakfast!’

You groan, showing her the text from your mom.

“Damn, well, I can loan you a shirt, but you won’t fit any of my shorts or pants…”

“I’ll take anything, I gotta get back before eleven, who knows what she’s gonna do.”

“Well… I can give you underwear, but I might have to borrow clothes from my mom if anything is gonna fit you.”

“Thank you,” you say, silently praying that your mom doesn't make you show her that you’re wearing what she got you when you get home.

“Yeah, one second,” she walks into the closet, “any color preference?”

“No, whatever you have will work.”

“Okay!” her voice suspiciously mischievous.

You get up and are about to walk into the closet when she steps back and holds something out to you.

“Seriously…” you say looking down at what she gave you.

“You said anything, I’m gonna go ask to borrow something for you,” she pats you on the back and hurries out of the room.

You look down at the neko cat bra and panties she picked out, you weren’t even sure why she had this since she didn’t really like girly stuff anyways.

But beggars can’t be choosers, you sigh and pull the soft fabric on, the bra is a bit too tight, but it still fits enough. You turn to the mirror looking at yourself, your smooth skin and the cute lingerie look good, and you feel a bit confused about why you like the way you look.

“You look nice in those,” Charlie says, walking in with some clothes in her arms.

You scramble to grab the robe, holding it in front of you.

“Sorry, should have knocked. But hey, I saw this all last night so it really isn’t a big deal,” she says with a soft smile, “here I brought these for you.” She hands the clothes to you.

“Thank you, and sorry for that, really. That was a really awkward situation, I didn’t think about what I was doing.”

“You’re all good hun,” she gestures to the mostly empty bottle of vodka on the table, “this is why Jess and I encourage experimentation at home where things are safer. And judging by that bottle, you two were experimenting with booze quite a bit. Anyways, I know you’re in a rush so I’ll let you get dressed. And once again, if you ever want to talk about transition with me feel free, and I can make sure you get a good doctor at the hospital if you ever go for HRT.” She says before leaving.

Looking at what Charlie brought you, your heart sinks a bit.

A black skater skirt, knee high black socks, and a wine red cold shoulder long sleeve shirt.

You aren’t sure why you expected anything else, but on the plus side, you hope showing up like this might lessen your punishment. Reluctantly you pull on the outfit, pulling on the socks, then the shirt, and finally the skirt.

Looking in the mirror more confusion clouds your mind as you take in your appearance. But you shake it off and head down stairs, face bright red.

As you get down stairs you find the whole Deepole family talking about something around the kitchen island. Briefly you think how are they all fucking up at 9am? Sloane’s on a school break he should be sleeping in for fucks sake. They all turn as you come down stairs.

“Oh damn, hey Ev,” Sloane says as he sees your outfit.

“Looking good,” Nyx chimes in.

“Hey, isn’t that what you were wearing when we hooked up in that alleyway?” Jessica asked Charlie, who hit her with a hand towel.

“No it is not,” she says in a scolding voice, then more politely to you, “you look lovely hun, are you sure you can’t stay any longer? I’m sure Krista could also give you a ride, it’s kind of cold out this morning.”

Krista is just silently watching you.

“Thanks,” you say. You check your phone and look at the time, you’d have to leave on your bike now if you wanted to get home before 11.