High Voltage/Dress feminine2
From Create Your Own Story
I decided I would need to pretend to be Lauren, at least for the time being. I may not like being a girl, and as much as I couldn't believe it, it was my reality. So that meant dressing like Lauren would.
I removed the hospital robe and sat down on the edge of the bed. I slipped my legs into the red panties and stood up, sliding them up my legs. They had some sort of lip pattern on them and had a frilly lace-like border. I picked up the bra, which was red as well, and attempted to put it on. I was a pro at getting these things off Jess, but putting them in was a different story.
I put my arms through the slots, letting the cups fall naturally into place. I grabbed one end of the strap in each hand and tried to make the stupid little hooks connect. Why are they so small? I went over to the mirror to try to see what I was doing better, but I found myself staring at the sexy girl in the mirror. I knew it was me, but it didn't mean I wasn't beautiful. Lauren had taken care of this body and the sight of my own back dimples was distracting. These feelings were confusing. Thankfully, I eventually managed to arrange the clasps correctly, and I moved away from the mirror.
I picked up the black leggings and put them on, which was yet another struggle. It seemed the material needed to be coaxed into moving each and every inch, not because the material was too tight, but rather it was too stretchy. Pulling on one end didn't mean the other end would follow it. Once I succeed in getting them on I smoothed out the wrinkles and picked up the blouse.
I call it a blouse because it has no male equivalent. Female fashion confuses me, and this shirt was interesting. It was too thin to actually provide warmth, but it didn't look very form fitting either. It had a floral pattern and looked longer than a shirt would be. I lifted my arms above my head and put the shirt on. I went back over to the mirror and I could see the appeal. It was long enough to cover my bottom, considering leggings by themselves aren't really pants. Although the shirt was loose, it was cinched near my waist and bust. I stepped back and gave myself a nod of approval.
I put on a pair of flip flops and picked up the purse from the bedside table. I opened the door to see the blonde waiting for me. "Could you help me with the flowers?" I asked with a smile.
Her face seemed to light up and she nodded yes and scurried into the room picking up the two vases. "You look good. So you're feeling alright then?" She asked.
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