Last Step

Oh My God, I love this dress.

It’s been four months since that weird electrical accident swap me and my sister, and thankfully we haven’t found a way to swap back.

At first, we were both uncomfortable with the change; however, once I gave up on pretending that I was her and began to explore my feminine side, I really began to feel as if I had always been a girl. It was not a magical change, I began little by little: First I exposed my cleavage, then my legs with shorts, followed by skirts and strappy tops, I tried high heels and accessories. And at last I tried make up and elaborated hair styles. I feel so good, even if my sister keeps pestering me about those nonsenses and retarded things the ugly girls cry about now a day.

Thank goodness, dad didn’t hesitate in locking her in her room when she threatened to ruin my big night. Just imagining her doing something to my dress, hair, or me, gave me goosebumps. But now, I’m just waiting for my date for the prom and maybe for my last step into womanhood.