Regain your sense.

You slap yourself to regain your senses. You shouldn't have done this. You've gone too far, way beyond just deciding to wear a dress. This is wrong in so many ways.

You grab her underwear and toss it out into the hallway. "Hey, Rachel, your underwear is in the hallway," you scream to her. "Thank you, I was looking for that," she replies.

You bite your lip and can't help but imagine what it would feel like to wear it. The softness, the silk... but you stop yourself from delving deeper.

With that done, you have to face another challenge—the actual clothes themselves. You take out the skirt and slip it between your legs. You never considered how a girl feels when wearing a skirt, how **** her ass is, just hanging out there for anyone to see.

And here you are, experiencing the same vulnerability. This skirt is even shorter. You could swear you can see your thong. It barely covers anything, leaving your ass on full display if you simply bend down.

It doesn't help that your legs look feminine. Your sister kept nagging you to shave your body to achieve a more feminine look. It got to the point where you had enough and decided to comply.

Next, you grab the skimpy top and slip it on. You realize how tight it feels around your chest, and how exposed your stomach and flat chest are. It's all out in the open. You can feel the slight breeze against your skin. It's a weird experience, but you aren't uncomfortable. Then there are the thigh-high socks.

You can't believe you're doing this, but you are. Slowly, you start to slip on the fishnet stocking onto your leg, feeling it go up slowly, sending shivers throughout your skin.

You really don't want to look in the mirror and see your final look. It's already too much for you. But curiosity killed the cat...

Biting your lip, you turn around to face the mirror. There stands a seductive girl staring back at you. You gasp and cover your mouth with your hand. The girl in the mirror does the same.

This can't be... it 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 masculine, like a guy wearing female clothes to stand out. But these results... you didn't know you were that feminine.

Your mind says no, but your body says yes. You can't help but turn around to examine yourself. The wig hair looks natural on you, as if you've grown out your own hair.

You're in disbelief at what you're seeing. 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's sentence is interrupted 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?" she says, stepping closer and touching your skirt.

"It should be worn by a girl, not a guy," you say, serious in your denial. She grabs your head and forces you to look in the mirror.

"How can you say that when you look like that?" she asks, frustrated with your refusal to accept it.

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

Before you can refute her statement, she grabs your hand and leads you outside. "Come on, we can't have second thoughts now. You're going to be late for school."