My Sister's Lacy Panties TG

My Sister's Lacy Panties

I gave a little cough and slammed the front door shut. The clouds were looming so I was glad to get home from my run before I got drenched. I slid my ear buds off and took a breath. The run was about what I figured but good. There was moment when I passed the nearby woods that I felt rather woozy but I didn't trip or anything.

The house looked different, but nice. Mom and Aunt Elaine must've been working on unpacking more things. Mottled brown boxes guarded the couches but I didn't need to step around them anymore.

I poured out a cup of orange juice from the fridge and sipped as I made my way up the stairs to my room. My sister Allison paused coming down the hall and looked at me.

Her brown eyes had a golden tint from the stray rays through the overhead windows. She looked me over and asked, with a whine, "Where were you?"

I took a big sip of my OJ and told her, "Out for a run. I said before I left. Is mom around?"

Allison gave me a once over and a weird facial clench as she noted, "I thought you were going out to get some things out of the storage shed. You told me that. And what in the world are you wearing this time, Lacy?"

I spat out the bit of juice I'd been drinking, spraying the wall, and earning another look from Allison. "Lacy? My name is Robert."

This time, Allison rolled her eyes and tossed off a wave. "More of your pretend. Come on, we need to get ready for dinner with mom's new boss. Wear one of your nice dresses for once." She left me flabbergasted in the hallway.

I turned in place a few times before I wiped off the wall and made my way to my bedroom. Inside, I had to pause again as I surveyed how much the room had changed in just the ten minutes I'd been way.

Instead of nature vistas and wild animals, there were Transformers and anime images on the walls. I was glad to see my gaming machines were all in place, although the organization was much more precise than I remembered. There were still a lot of plants. But I didn't remember having a pair of white mice before. They scurried around and glanced over at me.

My bed sheets were different. I had a modeling table instead of an art one. I felt a rush of nausea over all the changes and coughed into my hand.

As I looked around, it felt so strange that the room didn't seem all that weird or changed. It wasn't particularly girly for a girl's room.

I knew I should've felt more alarmed but I felt alright. Eventually, my eyes came to rest on a slip of paper placed at the foot of my bed.

I opened it up and read, in a rather messy form of my handwriting, "Dear, Brother Self. If you see this then that means it worked. I've been working so hard all my life to change myself, to reach another place where everything feels right. Ever since I was a little girl, I always wanted to be a boy. That's who I am when I close my eyes at night. Against all odds, I focused all my effort on reaching out to someone who was a boy and who was willing to accept my invitation to trade. I found you. I could see inside your in dreams and passing feelings. I knew how you run all the time to run away from your feelings. I plan to run with you and, as you move, we will move as one and I will be in your place and you will be in mine. If you look under my bed, in the lavender wooden box, you'll find my diary. The combination is 4-1-6. Everything in there should be enough to get you settled. All my best to the both of us. I know we'll find what we're searching for. Love, Your Sister Self, Lacy."

I had to read over the letter a few times before I could set it down. I swallowed and sighed. I felt upset swirling with anger. I had no idea what she meant by acceptance. I'd never wanted to be a girl. Not seriously at least.

Still, thinking about the implication of this all sent a shudder through me that felt so relaxing. The sensation was like being carried on a muscle wave after a really good run.

After a moment, I nosed around the closet in my new room. I could see normal shirts, slim shirts with short sleeves, tanks, and interesting button tops. I felt flush as I realized all the shirts, even those pushed in the back, looked so very cool.

The same went for the pants. In that section hung mostly jeans and then slacks and cutoffs and little bits of fashion I'd seen in my sister's closet from time to time but never had the boldness to examine closer.  

I smacked myself a little for a sudden squeak I gave when looking over the shoes. It was meager even by sister's assortment of shoes but they were all mine.

The bras didn't actually do much for me but I was still so stunned by the ease with which I'd slipped into loving girl's clothing. Before I could ponder the cause, my hand dipped into the underwear drawer. I fingers settled on a buried pair of dark-purple underwear with a silken sheen to them and patterns of lace. I tightened my grip around them and carefully picked them up from the drawer.

I knew I'd never seen them before in my life but something, just past my conscious thoughts, told me that this bit of clothing was familiar to me. I'd worn it before.

Shaking, I carefully took off my sweat-soaked top and pants. I edged my way towards the mirror by the closet when I'd completely undressed.

I still looked as I remembered. My skin was boyishly rough and marred by a large scratch on my knee from when I'd fallen during a recent run. My body looked decent from all the running I'd done but it felt wrong for me, especially at this moment. My chest looked too flat and rigid. My shoulders were too pointy. Chin protruded in a way my sister's didn't. And then, my groin. It was pointing out, probably with all the blood racing around with my throbbing heart.

Gingerly, I slipped the pair of underwear in place. They were not comfortable but seemed to fit. I stood in front of the mirror in a pair of panties feeling rather stupid. The possibility did cross my mind that this was all a joke and my sister was about to burst through the door laughing. But I heard no hint of that from the hallway.

I did hear a faint sound that reminded me of the air filter in a friend's house. The air around seemed to rush and groan. I felt a spasm of dizziness surge through me and staggered around trying to find my balance. Between my legs, the sensation was an undulation like water rippling back and forth.

When it finally eased, I looked down to see that my underwear fit my form without a lump. I cupped the front and then peered under the material with wide-eyed fascination. The form of my groin was clear.

Walking on uneasy legs, I slipped on a matching bra from the bottom of another drawer. It took no effort to slip everything in place comfortably. I could already sense the next wave. This time, I watched as my flat chest blurred into a form that flowed along the material of the bra.

I was bigger than Allison, which made me feel so very happy. I adjusted the cups for the best fit. My flesh felt warm, pleasant, and reassuring. Nothing felt particularly sensitive but my nipples pointed against the material. I cupped my chest with both hands and rushed over to the drawer.

I put together the best outfit that my intuition could manage. I wasn't sure it was the one Allison nudged me about but I sure liked it, especially the shoes.

The rest of the changes came one wave after another as my feet trimmed into my shoes and my rough skin smoothed away in all places. My hips looked so full in the silver dress and my shoulders so narrow. They still had a muscular form, which probably meant that Lacy ran like I did. My face looked a little like a chipmunk's with a rounded shape and full cheeks. My voice giggled high and soft and with all the energy I never found in all my runs.

I posed in front of the mirror a bit before Allison started bugging me like she always did. A quick look through the door earned her approval on my choice of clothes (and a brief expression of shock). I just smiled back and told her I'd be down in a minute.

Breathing in the air around me, I felt where I was supposed to be. No matter what, Lacy had been right about me and I felt so deeply grateful that she and I might both find our true happiness.