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Sunday 9th February, 2020; 07:18 It took a suspiciously short amount of time for the boxes to arrive. We'd only informed Darby at what - half ten last night - and already there was knocking at the door. I was dressed in another of Holly's borrowed sets of pyjamas - this time a white top with 'Sweet' written on it in sparkly lettering beneath the faded picture of a cupcake and pink and white striped bottoms. There was no way I was answering the door like this to a postman - so it was Holly who opened it, a tad groggy, having only just got out of bed and wrapped a blue dressing gown around her. "Parcels for a Miss Z Fletcher," explained the postman - who I saw, as I poked my head around the corner of my door frame, was actually a postwoman. "Isn't it 'H' Fletcher?" Holly asked, rubbing sleep from her eye. "Uh... no, says 'Z' Fletcher here," replied the postwoman, checking the delivery slip again. "Is that not you? 5 boxes from Simon Paydes International?" "It's Simeon," Holly said, "and that is for us. I imagine it's just a typo - I'm happy to sign for it," se continued, reaching out to take the clipboard from the postwoman. A quick scribble later and the postwoman had unloaded five boxes from her van, which she carried up the steps one by one and left on the doorstep. She briefly nodded and she took the clipboard back from Holly, before getting back into her van and driving off. "Zach? I know you're awake! Come and help me with these!" she called, but she needn't have shouted. As soon as the postwoman was gone and the door shut I was in the hall, equal parts excited and anxious to uncover the contents of the boxes. "Oh - there you are," Holly replied, shocked to see me up so early voluntarily. "Hey," I replied, my pulse racing as I looked at the boxes on the floor. "They're all addressed to a Miss Z Fletcher," Holly explained, "but I'm sure that's a typo. I imagine they're all yours, but keep an eye out for the vibrating panties in one of them. I'll go make us some coffee - you bring them through to the living room and let's take a look," Holly smiled sleepily. By the time said coffee was made I'd managed to manoeuvre the boxes into the living room, where I had them laid out next to each other like some weird budget version of Deal or No Deal. "Which do I start with?" I asked anxiously. Knowing full well that Holly had received such innocent looking boxes, that had contained such scandalous clothing and a truly gigantic dildo, I was apprehensive about what I may uncover. The revelation that the first 'gift' from Simeon Paydes International had been something that in my mind counted as malware didn't help either. My further use of the S. Paydes Browser hadn't improved things at all - there didn't appear to be a way to uninstall it, and my bright idea of using my phone to look at porn instead had revealed another issue. Somehow the browsing program had been linked to my email address - possibly through my PornVids.com account, now I thought about it in daylight - and jumped its way into my phone via the link. The same content warnings, pixelation, and unhealthy obsession with only interracial porn videos now plagued my phone too. In addition to 'streamlining' my porn experience and blocking my attempts to look at pretty naked girls on social media, my phone had been wiped of any saved photos of a pornographic nature and dating apps such as Tinder that I'd downloaded to look at sexy photos had been uninstalled. The worst thing I'd started to notice, however - both on my phone and laptop - was that the background wallpapers, which normally rotated through a different nature photo each week, were this morning showing photos of semi-dressed black men. I'd tried to delete them, replace them - anything - but they seemed stuck there, their muscles and powerful gazes staring back at me with apparent indifference to my plight. It wasn't too bad as in the parts of them not covered by clothing were their torsos - but I wondered how long that would stay the case. At least no one else had reason to look at my phone... "Earth to Zachary!" Holly called, snapping me from my trance. "You asked me which box to start with then spaced out," she explained, placing a steaming mug of coffee down by my side. "I said to go with dispatch number - the 18 letter code on top, see? They're all the same but the last letter goes from F-J. My thinking is if they're going to send you something 'exciting' like they did me," Holly paused, raising an eyebrow suggestively, "it's most likely going to be in the last box - the 'J' one. We can work ourselves up to it," she finished, pointing at the now- ominous 'J' box. "Okay." I nodded, quickly searching for the box with the F on it and pulling it towards me. Holly was ready with a pair of scissors which she passed to me lazily, taking a deep sip of her coffee as she did so. Taking a deep breath, I ran the scissors along the tape, cleaving it in two, until the box was ready to open. I placed the scissors down and paused to sip my own coffee. "Come on!" Holly urged, perched on the edge of her seat. "Hey - you didn't let me watch you open the first boxes when you got them," I sulked as I placed my coffee back down. In truth I was stalling - my excitement was beginning to fade, replaced by a growing dread as to what may be tucked inside. "Only cause you stank and were wearing dirty clothing," Holly smirked. "This nightie's clean and I showered last night. By the way, those pyjamas look good on you too - maybe we can save money next time and just share our nightwear," Holly winked. I stuck my tongue out at her, and it was only because the nearest objects to hand were hot coffee and scissors that she didn't get anything thrown at her. "Hurry up and open the first box, 'Miss Z Fletcher'!" Holly teased. Ignoring her, I peeled back the cardboard flaps and looked inside to see... There was a post-it note resting on top of various soft white bags adorned with a spades pattern on them. The note, in addition to bearing the Simeon Paydes International logo, read: "Z. Fletcher: 1 of 5 - underwear." Seemed innocent enough, and something I was sorely in need of. "Underwear?" asked Holly, peeking over my shoulder. I nodded. "Seems to be," I said, putting the post-it to one side and reaching inside to pull out a bag. I opened it up and tipped the contents out so both Holly and I could see - which I immediately regretted. "Thongs?!" I gasped as I stared at the multi-coloured array of lacy-looking panties. Holly snorted. "Actually they look more like tanga style panties," Holly explained through gentle giggling, picking up a deep red pair and looking intently at them. "Tango?" I asked, bewildered, still staring at the very feminine-looking display of underwear the first bag had revealed. "Tanga," repeated Holly, enunciating the last letter firmly. "They're... they're like thongs but have more material to them," she tried to explain. I held up a pair of my own, a rich blue colour, and glared at the so-called 'more material'. "This wouldn't cover my butt cheeks!" I declared, shocked. "That's kind of the point..." Holly trailed off, smiling at my surprise. I could also tell she was a little confused by the contents of the first bag, however. "And you say thongs have even less material than this?!" I gasped, eyes not leaving the skimpy panties in my hands. "And g-strings even less." Holly nodded. "Like floss for your butt!" she chirped, with far too much positive energy for my liking. "Well your butt needs flossing..." I trailed off, my jibe lacking motivation behind it. "Maybe they've sent you some?" Holly mused, flashing me a devilish grin as she reached into the box and upended another bag. My eyes hastily snapped down to assess the damage - but these actually looked a bit better. Well - they were still apparently girls' panties, but at least there seemed to be more material to them. They looked a bit like briefs. "Oh, you've got some boyshorts too," Holly commented, seemingly disappointed not to uncover any g-strings. I scowled at her. "Boy... shorts?" I asked. "It's just what the style is called." Holly rolled her eyes. "Named because they're the closest to male underwear you'll get - they've got the most material to them." My eyes widened - there still wasn't a great deal of fabric involved in the construction of a pair of these so-called 'boyshorts', and if this was as good as it got that was concerning. "What do you mean 'I've got some boyshorts too'?" I asked, my brain catching up a bit. "How do we know these aren't meant for you?" "The note says 'Z. Fletcher'," Holly replied, holding it up. "And the packages were all addressed to 'Miss Z Fletcher' too." "Well there's the problem," I pointed out. "They've cocked up with the whole 'Miss' thing and sent me all this by mistake. It's clearly meant for a girl," I said, taking another sip of coffee and then folding my arms defensively. "Darby did know you were my brother when I messaged him last night, though..." Holly trailed off, considering my argument. "Let me just message him. You go shower - and wash your hair! If this is all meant for you I'm expecting a fashion show," Holly smirked, again sticking her tongue out at me. I was seriously debating throwing the coffee or scissors... "Fine - but no opening the boxes before I can see!" I huffed. Sunday 9th February, 2020; 07:56 Freshly showered and towelled dry, I opened the bathroom door to return to my room and put the 'Sweet' pyjamas back on for the time being. It wasn't as if I had anything else to wear - or so I thought. My egress from the bathroom was halted by a worryingly cheerful Holly holding up a pair of panties I know understood to be called 'tanga style'. They were dark green. "Wha-?" I began to object, but Holly cut across me. "No mistake. Darby says the packages are all for you - so put them on!" Holly smiled widely, brandishing the panties at me again. "Come on - I've modelled for you before, it's your turn!" "You wanted to do that, though," I began to object again, but Holly wasn't having it. "Come on, Zach - you've just been provided with a hot new wardrobe - which you desperately need - free of charge. It's not as if I'm going to take any photos or anything - yet, at least, but we'll need to sort that out I imagine... anyway, come on! I want to see how they look on you!" Holly pressed, pulling the towel out of my hands and replacing it with the dark green panties, which I held in front of my crotch in embarrassment. "Get them on that cute little boyish butt of yours!" "You're loving this, aren't you?" I drawled back, starting to blush. "A little." Holly smiled back, but I could tell from her bright eyes and excitable nod that was almost definitely an understatement. "Aren't you at least going to look away?" I asked, not wanting to show my cock and balls to my sister. Holly responded by way of turning her head to one side and raising a hand over her eyes. Deciding it was better than nothing, I hastily stepped into the panties and pulled them up my legs, shimmying them into place as they reached my hips, clinging snugly to my genitals and butt. I'd been right, though - the fabric only covered the inner third of my butt cheeks, leaving the other two thirds free to the air. It was an odd sensation - wearing clothes but feeling naked still. What was worse was the twitching sensation in the front of the panties as my cock stirred awake. It had been frustrated by the lack of release due to the carpet ban on female nudity enforced by the S. Paydes browser and the delicate, tickling fabric of the panties was just what it wanted. You're not being my friend right now, I growled at it through my thoughts. Out loud, I said: "Okay... they're on." Holly looked back quickly, lowering her hand, and her smile widened even more. "Oh, they look great, Zach!" she cried, reaching out and gently tugging at the fabric to adjust the fit higher on my hips. The action served to pull the rear of the panties up more too, gathering more of the scant material into the crease between my butt cheeks rather than where I felt it would be better deployed covering them. "Yeah, you can definitely wear those on a day-to-day basis, can't you? Give us a spin!" "Can I?" I asked exasperatedly as I turned around slowly, blushing even more as Holly adjusted the fit of the panties around my butt. "Of course you can!" she reiterated. "They look great and they look the right size, most importantly. Your hips and butt aren't as full as a girl's would be, but you've got a little something at the front which I think is helping pull them into a good fit," Holly explained, clearing her throat awkwardly as I turned back to face her. My 'little something' was endeavouring to grow into a 'slightly less little something', but I was mentally urging it down with mixed success. "Besides, you've not got any other underwear to put on, you can't afford to buy any new stuff and you're not wearing mine. Look, it's not as if you leave the house anyway - what have you got to lose? Now come on back and let's keep looking through the boxes!" Holly chirped. Slouching somewhat, I followed her back through. "We've not finished the first box yet," I pointed out, rifling deeper into the contents of it as I sat, cross-legged, on the floor next to it. I still couldn't shake the sensation that I was wearing panties as if it wasn't weird - something neither Holly, nor Simeon Paydes International who had supplied me with them, thought was weird either. "Isn't it just more panties?" asked Holly, peering over my shoulder. "Underwear, it said," I answered, trying to steer away from having my new pants having the extra syllable added to them at all times. "Here, look," I continued, opening up another bag which had socks in it. They seemed harmless enough - pale and feminine colours, true, and they all looked like low cut ankle socks - but you couldn't make socks that bad. There were some that seemed cut even lower - barely socks at all, just foot covers. I held a set of 5 black ones up for Holly to appraise. "Oh, they're no-show socks. You'll wear them with like your ballet pumps, or flats, you know..." Holly trailed off, catching my gaze. "Not that you'll wear them, I mean - I was using the generic 'you'. One shall wear the no-show socks for one's pumps, if that makes you feel better," she added, putting on a pompous accent that despite everything made me smirk. "These socks look longer..." I said, reaching into another bag and pulling out a set of long, thin black socks. "That's because they're tights," Holly smirked. I nearly dropped the tights at the revelation, but realised that was a stupid overreaction. It wasn't as if they were going to bite me, after all. I gave Holly a despairing look. "Why would Simeon Paydes International send me such feminine clothing?! They know I'm a guy," I moaned. "Surely they don't expect me to wear all this stuff..." "Well, maybe the fact you'd worn and ruined the vibrating panties factored into their decision on what to send you?" Holly suggested. "Maybe this is karma? Or maybe this is just what they think is trendy for young guys these days - the more androgynous look? There's companies out there that do make-up for men, you know," Holly added. "There'd better not be any of that in one of these boxes," I huffed, putting the tights back down. "Put these on, your feet'll be getting cold," Holly pointed out, chucking across a mercifully plain pair of white ankle socks. I slipped them on, pleasantly surprised by the soft yet warm fabric, and crossed my legs once more before reaching across to the second box. Sure enough, on opening it had another sheet of A4 paper which this time informed us the box was filled with 'tops'. "Tops," I read out to Holly, showing her the sheet of paper before putting it to one side. Again the box was populated with white bags with the spades symbol repeated on them, and I reached in and opened one up with growing trepidation. "Tank tops," I replied as I pulled the first one out, a string vest looking affair in light grey. "Well, that's not so bad," I said as I passed it over to Holly and fished out several other matching tops in different colours. "See, you're coming around to all this." Holly smiled as I reached for another bag. This one contained t-shirts with floral designs and patterns on. The next few bags revealed similarly decent tops in a variety of designs - long sleeved, short sleeved, no sleeved, puffy sleeves; stripes, spots, polka dots, flowers, etc. None were hideous, but they were all definitely more fit for female wear than male. "They're all quite thin, aren't they?" I asked, stroking the fabric of one of the tank tops as I took it back from Holly. "Well, yeah - women's clothing tends to be like that." Holly smirked. I opened my mouth to tell her I wasn't wearing women's clothing but she pre-empted me and continued, "Alright, it's androgynous clothing, not women's clothing - but the point is the same. Women tend to wear more layers - bra, vest, top - and they can't be as thick as a man's shirt, for example. Otherwise we'd melt." "Makes sense." I shrugged. "At least they've not sent me any bras." "Not yet," Holly teased, and I lightly punched her arm. "There's three more boxes to go!" "Yes, but we've done 'tops' now," I replied. "Surely that's where they'd be if anywhere?" "Probably," Holly conceded. "Look, I need another cup of coffee - do you want one?" I nodded, grabbing my cup and slurping down the last of it before passing it to Holly. "Whilst I'm doing that, pick a nice top to put on - I'm tired of staring at your hairless chest and nipples," she teased. The blush, which I'd managed to fight back for the time being (along with my cock's attempt at an erection), found its way creeping back into my cheeks as I instinctively covered my chest in embarrassment. I'd never been one of the guys to grow much pubic hair, which admittedly I'd been quite happy about - I knew one particularly hairy guy from school who'd ended up with an ingrown one and had to go to hospital as it had got infected - but it seemed I was feeling a bit protective of my masculinity this morning. Perhaps wearing panties made you more sensitive about stuff like that. Shaking my head, I reassessed the pile of tops Simeon Paydes International had granted me. There was a long sleeved top, black with tiny white glittery dots on it like stars, that seemed to be calling to me. It was an odd sensation - normally clothes didn't register on my radar as something to be fussed about at all, but today they seemed more prominent in my mind. I pulled it on over my head, pulling my hair out through the collar as I did so, and stretched it down over my body. It had a high collar which took the style of a black band, and the ends of the sleeves were thick black bands too. Whilst the top felt more snug than what I was used to, it fit quite comfortably and was nicely warm on this cool February morning. Soon Holly returned with two new steaming cups of coffee, and I thanked her with a smile as I gratefully took it. "Ooh, good choice," Holly remarked, sitting down next to me and softly stroking the fabric. She'd never been this tactile with my more masculine clothes - but then they'd all been bland polyester blends and none had felt as soft and comfy as these new ones. Did I like women's clothes? I thought to myself, then corrected 'women's' to 'more androgynous' in a futile attempt to convince myself I wasn't obviously wearing female clothing. It was like dipping your toe in the Arctic ocean and telling yourself it was 'a little nippy'. "Thanks," I said, pulling the third box towards me. Upon opening this one proudly proclaimed it contained 'bottoms'. "So like, trousers and shorts, right?" I asked hopefully, delving into the first bag. "Well yeah, they're shorts," nodded Holly as I picked out a pair of denim shorts that looked so short they'd probably be even too scandalous for The Royal Teens when they'd written their song back in 1957. "Will they even cover my bum?!" I asked, horrified. The 'tops' box had been a relative improvement on what I'd been facing, but I feared the 'bottoms' box would change that. "Oh, yeah," Holly waved away, before adding, "Just. That's the style at the moment, though," she shrugged as I pulled out another part of shorts, this time not in denim but a softer, stretchier material - but just as short. "There's a lot of focus on bubble butts, big butts, being 'thicc'... blame the Kard-'ass'-hians," Holly smiled, sipping her coffee. "I can't wear these in public, though!" I protested, holding up a pair that had the words 'SPANK ME' stencilled across the cheeks. Holly snorted so hard she nearly inhaled her coffee. "This isn't funny, Holly!" I sulked. "It is!" she giggled, taking a few moments before she could look at me with a straight face again. "Look, we've already said you don't leave the house and besides, there's got to be some more decent bottoms in that box. You can save the 'spank me' pair for round the house when you've broken some other crucial household appliance of mine," Holly smirked, winking at me. I threw the 'spank me' shorts down and poured through the box, searching for more appropriate bottoms. A pair of trousers, anything... I begged. "These look okay..." I debated, pulling out a pair of skinny jeans. "They're fine! See, you can wear them all the time," Holly reassured me. I kept searching, and found another pair, then several sets of yoga pants and leggings, which made me relax a bit more. Then I found the bag of skirts. There weren't many of them - some plain in design and colour, others more fancy and floral - but I didn't get them out so Holly wouldn't see and I didn't dwell on any thoughts of them. I wouldn't be wearing skirts, and I was now definitely suspicious of Simeon Paydes International. They'd already done enough, in fairness, but the blatantly female clothing they'd sent me along with their browser blocking any and every white guy whilst providing a clear focus on black masculinity... it smelt like something sinister. I wasn't an idiot. Plus, my extensive porn viewing had led me to come across the fetish of sissy porn and the sub-fetish of raceplay sissy porn, in particular those that laid heavy on themes of a Black New World Order or all white males having inferior masculinity compared with black men and thus needing to be converted into sissies - but I'd viewed those as nothing more than depraved fantasies. Yeah, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't jerked off to those videos a couple of times and found them intensely arousing and taboo at the time - but I'd never considered them as anything serious. The actions of Simeon Paydes International, however, felt like those taboo videos stepping into real life... "God, you're so slow at this!" Holly sighed, finishing her second cup of coffee and reaching for the fourth box. Maybe one cup would have been enough to wake her up, I thought to myself. "Look, you've opened three - for a change I'll get opening this one and show you what's inside whilst you pick some bottoms you want to wear, okay?" Holly smiled. Before I'd agreed she already had the scissors in her hands, but I wasn't going to object. Diving into those bags was stressful, and Holly taking the wheel for a bit wouldn't be so bad. Whilst she was sorting the box, I carefully selected a very plain pair of black leggings and pulled them up my legs, where they eventually settled quite snugly. You could vaguely make out the edges of my panties underneath them, but they were opaque enough not to be putting everything on show. The only problem I encountered with my new ensemble, however, was that no matter how I adjusted them I couldn't get the top and leggings to meet in the middle, leaving me with a gentle inch or two gap that displayed my pale midriff. "What's in that one?" I asked, finishing off my second cup of coffee. "Accessories!" Holly said mysteriously, holding the sheet of A4 in front of her face like a magician's cape, before chucking it away. As it was thin paper, however, it didn't fly off as gracefully as planned and whipped back through the air to thunk into the back of her head. Holly blinked dumbly and snorted at her misfortune. I smiled and chuckled softly to myself, cradling my coffee cup in both hands to stop them from fidgeting. 'Accessories' didn't sound too good. "Do your worst," I cringed, bringing the mug up to my mouth and biting my lower lip anxiously. "Um... well, there's a bottle of pills," Holly said, raising an eyebrow suspiciously as she plucked forth a large, rattly bottle of something labelled 'Anxigen'. "What?" I asked, confused. "Are they some sort of... sexual enhancement thing?" I asked, whispering my last few words. Holly didn't reply for a moment, reading the blurb on the packaging. "Doesn't sound it..." she trailed off. "'Anxigen is Simeon Paydes International's premier anti-anxiety and antidepressant medication that has been proven to revolutionise mental health treatment. Take one tablet once a day with water and find yourself free of previous burdens so you can get back to being the person you truly are,'" Holly read. "Sounds legit." She shrugged. "But I wouldn't go taking any of that until you've done some Googling." "I can't Google anything anymore," I replied. "That new browser has its own search engine." "Well, use that one then - 'Googling' is just a generic term. Or wait until you've chatted with the GP," Holly stated. "Ooh actually, you really do need to register with one round here - Coveleigh Medical Group, based on Spelter Street, is the one I'm with and they're really good." "Oh, I don't want to go on with that hassle," I began to moan, but Holly gave me a look straight out of mum's book of intimidating no-nonsense stares. "You need to, Zach - God forbid you hurt yourself or need to go to a doctor, you need to be registered with one," Holly explained. "Yeah, but if I rock up at their doors dying they're not going to turn me away because I'm not registered there, am I?" I retorted. "If they do I'll just go to A&E, anyway." "That's not the point," Holly countered. "You need to register at a dentist, too - these things need regular, routine care, Zach. You can't just let issues trundle on in the background until they get to breaking point." "I don't have any issues trundling on in the background, Holly," I sighed. "Zach, I know you told me you're not but I'm actually quite concerned you're depressed," Holly urged, her stare softening somewhat as she leaned in towards me. "I know all this stuff over the past few days has probably provided a bit of a distraction and excitement but before that you didn't leave your room for days on end. I've really loved spending time with you this weekend, Zach, and I don't want to lose that once this brief excitement has passed. Hey, maybe you should be taking these," Holly smiled sympathetically, lifting the large bottle of Anxigen up with half-hearted playfulness. "Yeah, maybe," I said dismissively, looking away. "Look, I'm not saying I'm depressed..." I trailed off, "but this weekend has been fun so far. Like, it's been stressful what with these boxes from this crazy company," I said, and Holly smiled, "but yeah, the whole spending time together element... that's been nice. If it means so much to you, I'll check in with a GP this week. I'll - " "...probably be waiting for an appointment for a couple of weeks anyway," Holly and I said in synchrony, smiling at one another. "Thanks, Zach." Holly smiled softly. "Now, happy pills aside," she continued, putting the Anxigen bottle down, "let's see what else you've got... these look like shoe boxes..." she trailed off, lifting out three smaller boxes that did, indeed, look like shoe boxes. "Box the first," Holly exclaimed with mock extravagance, lifting the cover off to reveal a pair of plain black ballet flats with a bow on the front. I gave her a disparaging look. "Are those the shoes one shall wear with one's no-show socks?" I asked, rolling my eyes. Holly and I both smirked, and she lifted the lid off the second box to reveal a much more palatable pair of black and white ankle cut Converse-esque sneakers. "Well, I'll wear them," I shrugged. "Though why have they bothered sending me shoes, actually? They don't know my shoe size," I pointed out. "What size are you?" Holly asked, picking up a sneaker and staring at the label. "Five," I answered. Holly raised an eyebrow. "Really? A men's five?" "Yeah," I replied defensively, crossing my feet further underneath me as Holly stared at them and placed her foot out towards mine. "What are you doing?" "Oh wow, you've got quite tiny feet for a guy, haven't you? Why have I never noticed that?" Holly smiled. "They're about the same size as mine! I suppose we are the same height, after all... it would make sense..." "Right, stop talking about my foot size and tell me what shoe size those sneakers are," I huffed. "Six and a half," Holly answered, smiling. "Oh, so they're too big." I shrugged. "I guess Simeon Paydes International is capable of making errors after all. Maybe they can send some more masculine clothing when they send me the replacement shoes," I sulked. "Why are you still smiling?" I asked, catching the look on Holly's face. "Oh Zach, women's shoe sizing and men's shoe sizing isn't the same - to convert between them is about a size and a half difference," Holly explained. "Up or down?" I asked cautiously. "Up - so a men's five would be a woman's six and a half, is what I mean. I'm a six and a half/seven so they've obviously sent the shoes based off my sizings as well - I told them we were roughly the same size, after all - you're a lot skinnier, though, because you don't eat properly," Holly stated. "Not because you eat too much?" I jabbed back. "Not anymore," replied Holly haughtily. "As long as you don't let me anywhere near chocolate," she added, her voice returning to her usual casual, cheeky tones. "Right, anyway - what you're saying is those sneakers should fit me?" I summarised. "Yep!" Holly smiled, chucking one over followed by the other. "Give them a go!" I untangled the laces, before re-lacing them anyway because the people in the shops never threaded them the way I liked them. Holly rolled her eyes and made a mock show of tapping her foot and checking her wrist for a non-existent watch, but I wasn't putting them on until I was happy. Once that was done, I pushed my foot inside the right shoe which, sure enough, slid right in happily enough. It felt a good fit, actually - not pinching anywhere whilst not feeling loose. I slid the left shoe on as well, tying the laces in neat bows, and stood up. "Well, they're alright aren't they?" I asked, taking a few cautious steps around the strewn mess in the living room that had exploded from the boxes during the morning's work. "They look like man's shoes, too." "I mean that Converse-esque style always looked pretty unisex to me." Holly shrugged, then caught sight of the gentle glare I was giving her. "But sure, if it makes you happy Zach they look like men's shoes. Anyway, there's another shoe box yet," Holly continued, reaching across and opening the last shoe box. These were probably my least favourite of the lot. Sure, they looked beautiful - but that was the issue. Men's shoes weren't beautiful. Men's shoes certainly weren't wedge-heeled sandals with a beige underside and pink and white floral straps. "No," I said bluntly. "Awh, you could wear these for a picnic on the beach-" Holly began. "No," I cut across her. "The heels would finally make you a bit taller and they'd show off your cute little feet-" "NO," I said louder. "Look, you wear them if you want if we're the same size." "I might do actually." Holly nodded, picking one up and looking at it closer. "Don't you think they're just gorgeous, though?" "They are gorgeous," I replied, surprising myself as the words slipped out past the guards at my vocal cords. Blushing now, I continued: "But they're not shoes I'm wearing!" Smirking at my blush, Holly placed the shoe back in the box and continued delving through the rest of the accessories I'd been sent. This box seemed to be taking forever. "Awh, look!" Holly cooed as she lifted out a glittering silver bracelet with the familiar logo of Simeon Paydes International on. "This looks like it's part of a matching set with the necklace and earrings. Oh, and look - there's a little 'Q' in the centre of the spades symbol too..." Holly said, looking closely at the delicate item of jewellery. "I'm not wearing that!" I exclaimed, stressfully running my hands through my long hair. "You've got the earrings too," Holly said, almost absent-mindedly as she lifted a box of earrings out. I didn't reply. "And - ooh. Ooh!" Holly almost squealed as she reached inside and lifted out a large box with little drawers that looked like something an 'Engineer Barbie' doll would be equipped with. It didn't take Holly long to unhook the clasp at the front and open the box out, folding out smoothly into what looked like a million small boxes and trays and tubes and brushes that didn't take a genius to recognise as an comprehensive supply of make-up. "Oh my God, look at all this!" Holly beamed. I would have been pleased - but it had been delivered for me, not for her, and I stamped my foot in a huff. "I am NOT wearing make-up!" I cried, crossing my arms. "Is that everything in that box?!" I despaired. "Yeah." Holly nodded, still a little transfixed by the portable make-up palace she'd unearthed. "Good," I said, kneeling down to cut open the last box, eager to get this finished. I folded back the cardboard flaps, grabbed the familiar sheet of A4 and read that this box contained 'Toys'. Great. I threw the sheet aside, not learning Holly's lesson, and it spiralled back to hit me in the side of the head. I growled, annoyed, and looked down into the contents of the box. "Vibrating panties," I said tersely, grabbing out the recognisable pair and pushing them towards Holly. I looked back down, which is when I stopped. Lying there before me, encased in pristine plastic packages, were three items that made me stand up and leave the room. Number one was a little pink chastity cage whose package informed me was called the 'Pico Princess'. Number two was a set of three pink butt plugs of increasing size that formed the 'Beginner's Butt Plug Assortment'. Number three bucked the trend and wasn't pink. It was an identical copy of the humongous black dildo Holly had been sent that first night. "Zach? Zach!" Holly called as I left the room in a wordless huff. I was intent on marching angrily back to my bedroom, to lock the door and throw off these stupid feminine clothes and masturbate to the memory of some hot non-interracial porno for the rest of the day, but I caught sight of myself in the hallway mirror and froze like a rabbit in the headlights. For the first time I saw myself properly in my new clothes - the shoes looked clean and bright. The leggings clung to my thin legs snugly, making them look elegant, not gangly. The black top, its glittery dots sparkling in the sunlight streaming through the hallway, made my body look less weak and weedy and more slender and toned. My hair, freshly washed for a change and wildly tumbling down my shoulders, looked the best it had done in weeks. I actually looked into my eyes, and saw there the shock and surprise I was feeling through every nerve in my body. I liked how I looked. I'd never... liked how I looked. I... This was stupid, I thought to myself, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. Holly was on her way into the hallway and I turned away from the mirror, heading back into my bedroom and slamming the door behind me, locking it before I threw myself onto my bed. I kicked off my sneakers and curled my legs up to my chest, assuming the fetal position as I felt more tears begin their journey down my cheeks. I sobbed - proper big, body wracking, ugly tears. I could hear Holly knocking on my door and asking in worried tones if I was alright. She apologised for getting carried away and told me I could take the girly clothes off if I wanted, which just made me cry all the harder. "Zach?" Holly asked softly, following a long silence filled only with my steadily-slowing sobs. "Please just tell me you're okay. I'm sorry. Please... just tell me you're okay and I'll leave you alone for now. I don't have to go to work today, so I'll be around the whole time if you want to come out and feel like talking. But... you don't have to come out if you don't feel like it. Just... please tell me you're okay. I'm really sorry for getting carried away. I know it's no excuse," Holly said, pausing to sigh, "...but I genuinely think those clothes don't look bad on you. They'll do the job until I can save some money to buy you some new, more manly clothes, okay? I... actually think they look really good on you, but I understand if you don't want to... You don't have to wear the stuff from Simeon Paydes International, alright? And if that Darby kicks up a fuss or anything then... then I'll sort that. Look, I could head down the lifeboat charity shop and get some cheap men's stuff perhaps? Or ask a friend at work if they have any they want to get rid of? Or..." Holly took a deep breath. "Just please tell me you're okay, Zach." "...I'm okay," I breathed quietly after another long silence. "Thank you," Holly whispered back from outside my door, and I could hear the relief flood through her words. "I'll leave you alone for a bit," she added. "...I think they look really good on me too..." I added in a gentle whisper. I don't know if I'd spoken too quietly, or if Holly had tip-toed off down the corridor, but I didn't hear her reply. I was shocked to hear myself admit it out loud (or out quiet, as it was), but there was no doubt in my mind. ...Which worried me. I'd never considered it before, but it made a lot of sense the more I thought about it... I'd thought Holly would end up being the problem child for a change if she fell in love with a black guy. ...But what if it turned out I was transgender?