Confidence Galore, Lingerie Like Never Before (Ea)(Com)

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Elle was sitting on her bed looking at the lingerie her friend Stacy had given her. It was genuinely a nice set; the problem was Elle never liked this sort of thing, or perhaps she never felt right when it came to these things.

So wearing sexy lingerie, makeup, and really anything typically feminine, Elle just avoided. However, Stacy was determined to show Elle that she was a beautiful woman and just needed to release her inner woman.

So she bought this lingerie for Elle and gave it to her. She then began pressuring Elle into wearing it, along with doing her hair and makeup. Elle really didn’t want to do it, but she also didn’t want to continue being nagged, so she finally gave in.

Elle took them out of the package and sat on the bed with them. Just looking at them made her feel anxious, but the thought of wearing them had her skin crawling. Something about wearing it felt wrong, like it wasn’t meant for her.

Elle shook her head. She was just overthinking; clearly it was. She’s a woman; it was literally made and bought for her. It had to be because she wasn’t used to being feminine, like her friend kept telling her.

Elle took the panties and slipped them on, resting them on her crotch. They fit perfectly and were soft, but somehow, she still felt uncomfortable. She pushed that feeling down and grabbed the top, putting it on over her head.

It also fit perfectly around her thin waist and breasts, but again, it still felt wrong. She looked down at her chest and looked at her breasts. The material was thin and white, so it was already easy to see through.

However, the breast area was even more transparent, so she could see her breasts and nipples through them. Elle groaned, looking at them sitting there, bouncing slightly up and down and just being a complete annoyance.

Stacy knocked on the door and asked how it was going. She then said she could come inside and help Elle if she didn’t know how to put it on. Elle quickly told her that she was fine, though her voice cracked and came out in a slightly distressed tone.

Stacy said okay and told Elle not to talk too long, as she was really excited to see her best friend finally looking like a woman. Elle felt her face scrunch up and muttered under her breath that she wasn’t sure she was.

Elle then went and sat at her vanity and used what little makeup and hair products she had. Luckily her vanity only had a small mirror so while she was annoyed about putting on makeup, she didn’t have to look at herself in the lingerie.

Though considering she was wearing it, it was impossible to get it fully out of her mind. Twenty minutes went by and Stacy knocked on the door again and said Elle was taking too long. Elle finally told Stacy she was done.

Stacy cheered and flung the door open, then ran inside and closed the door since some of Elle’s family members were home. Stacy ran right up to Elle and looked her over. Stacy seemed impressed and said Elle was looking like a real woman for once, a sexy one at that.

Elle let out an awkward laugh and said she didn’t feel sexy, nor did she feel very womanly. Stacy thought that was weird and asked Elle what she felt like. Elle looked flustered and said it was complicated and hard to put into words.

The best way she could explain it was by using her brother Eli. She told Stacy to imagine seeing Eli wearing what she was wearing. Stacy thought about it and said it sounded a bit awkward but said he would be cute in something like this as well.

Elle let out another awkward laugh but clarified. She told Stacy to think about how Eli would feel being forced into this stuff. Stacy thought about it and said he’d probably feel out of place, awkward, and perhaps like a pervert for wearing the wrong clothes.

Elle smiled and said that was actually close to how she was feeling. Stacy said she didn’t really get why Elle felt that way because she was, in fact, a gorgeous woman, but she wouldn’t deny or belittle how Elle was feeling.

So she simply asked Elle to check herself out in the full-sized mirror and if she still felt that way, she’d help Elle take it off and find some style that she liked. Elle nodded and said that worked for her and thanked Stacy for trying to make her feel comfortable as a woman.

The two then went and stood in front of the mirror. Elle looked herself over, and as she continued to look further and further down, she felt her stomach getting tighter, almost like she was going to vomit.

Without thinking much about it, Elle said something about not even wanting to be a woman, which surprised Stacy, which was quickly overshadowed by the surprise that came when Elle started to get taller.

Elle hadn’t realized it, but Stacy sure did. They had been the same height moments ago, and now Elle was nearly five inches taller. Stacy pointed it out to Elle and then stood next to her in the mirror to prove it.

Elle was confused about how that was even possible, but she noticed it wasn’t the only thing changing. Elle was getting wider; her feminine curves from her slim waist and wide hips seemed to be evening out.

Elle’s mouth opened wide and she felt herself slightly excited by what was going on, while Stacy was confused and asked Elle if they should go to the hospital. Elle said no, as she felt slightly hopeful, and she wanted to see where this was going.

The two continued to watch as Elle’s body shifted into seemingly a new one. Elle’s breasts started to shrink until there was nothing there, nothing for the lingerie material to wrap around. Then below that, Elle felt something growing out of her crotch.

Elle’s gaze shoots down there and notices it was no longer flat, but instead there was a small bulge with the outline of what was very clearly a man’s package. Stacy noticed it and gasped, asking what the heck was going on.

Elle said he had no idea, but it was great, which once again left Stacy shocked. The final changes came to Elle’s head. He didn’t have long hair, but it was close to his neck before, but it started to get shorter, more so on the sides, creating a cool-looking undercut.

His face started to square out, and his previously feminine features, like thin eyebrows, thicker lips, and thick eyelashes, all changed, becoming the opposite, becoming masculine. Everything finished with a tingle in Elle’s throat.

For a moment Elle and Stacy stood there completely silent, one of them confused and worried and the other completely amazed and excited. Stacy broke the silence and asked Elle if he was okay. Elle pressed his hand on his flat chest and smiled.

He said he was more than okay, that he was happy, and that he felt normal. Stacy sighed and said that was good. She then walked over and placed her hand on Elle’s shoulder. Then said that Elle should have just said she was trans; that would have made much more sense.

Elle looked surprised and said it would have, but he didn’t really know it, but seeing himself like this, feeling like this, it was now painfully obvious that the reason he never felt like a woman was because he was supposed to be a man.

Elle then snapped a bit out of it and then looked at Stacy and asked her if she was disappointed in him or didn’t want to be friends anymore. Stacy said that they were best friends and that wouldn’t change just because he was a man now.

She did admit she was a little disappointed, just not with Elle; she wanted someone she could dress up and make wear cute and sexy things with her. Elle let out an awkward laugh, saying he definitely couldn’t do that now, and then looked down at the lingerie he was in.

Elle said he should probably take it off. Stacy agreed, asking Elle to put on something to cover her manhood; as much as she still loved Elle and they were friends, she didn’t really want to see it. Elle agreed and went to find clothes that actually fit him now.

Elle had some of his brother's clothes that he washed for him but had yet to give back, so he tossed those on. When he stood in front of the mirror to look at himself again, he felt truly happy. Stacy came over and looked at him as well.

She went to say Elle was beautiful but stopped herself and said he was handsome, which made him even happier. Stacy then said something Elle hadn’t realized: that he actually looked a lot like his brother.

Elle tilted his head and looked. It was true; he nearly had the same face shape now, as well as body build, with Elle maybe being a bit shorter than Eli. Elle let out a small cheer and said this was awesome.

Elle then quieted down. As awesome as this was, he wasn’t sure how his brother was going to feel about his little sister becoming a man who looks just like him. Would he be excited, confused, or disgusted? Elle sat on the bed and started to have a bit of a panic attack.

This was all so much so quickly that his emotions were all over the place. Elle and Stacy had no idea what to do or how to go about things now; then they heard a woman in the next room cheering, one with a voice neither of them had heard before.