Wear it with the schoolgirl 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 scream internally, begging yourself to stop.

But you don't. You remove your clothes, your breathing growing heavy. You can feel the thong trailing up your leg, the sensation of it curving around your waist and digging deep into your ass. It rides up high.

Your dick is semi-erect as you tuck it into the thong, feeling the fabric rubbing against it. A noticeable bulge forms.

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

You unclasp the bra and fasten it around your chest, where breasts are supposed to be. You can feel your nipples touching the fabric.

With that done, you face another challenge—the actual clothes themselves. You first 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 exposed for anyone to see.

And here you are, experiencing the same vulnerability. This skirt is even shorter, barely covering anything. Bending down would reveal your entire ass to anyone nearby.

It doesn't help that your legs look feminine. Your sister kept nagging you to shave your body to achieve a more feminine appearance. Eventually, you reached a breaking point and decided to comply.

Next, you grab the skimpy top and put it on. You realize how tight it feels around your chest, and how exposed your stomach and flat chest are. Everything is on display. You can feel the slight breeze against your skin. It's a strange sensation, not entirely uncomfortable. Then there are the thigh-high socks.

You can't believe you're doing this, but you are. Slowly, you slide the thigh-high socks up your legs, feeling shivers run through your skin.

You don't really want to look in the mirror and see the final result. It's already too much for you. But curiosity gets the better of you...

Biting your lip, you turn around to face the mirror. And there, a seductive girl stares 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 so convincingly like a girl. You stand there, motionless, for a solid minute, trying to process what you're seeing.

You thought you would appear more masculine, like a guy wearing female clothes—something that would stand out. But these results... you didn't realize you were that feminine.

Your mind says no, but your body says yes. Unable to resist, you turn around to examine yourself. The wig looks natural, as if you've grown out your own hair.

You're in disbelief at what you see. 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 trails off as she walks in and sees 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 were 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, 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 slutty girl in the room.

She leans in and whispers in your ear, "If you're not enjoying this, then why are you wearing my underwear~" You immediately step back, creating distance between you and her. She wears a mischievous smile as she looks at you, and your face flushes as your heart skips a beat.

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