Home, you make a beeline for the bathroom, stopping only to ask Sally if she would unzip you, to which she does and then disappears to her room.
Inside the bathroom, you hang the stole on the back of the door and then let the dress slip off. Stepping out, you stand nude from the waist up, peering into the full-body mirror hanging on the wall, gazing at your new breasts.
After a bit, you turn sideways and taking in how much of a girl you look like, you place a hand on the nearby wall and bending your leg up, you slid your shoe off. Repeating the task, you set the shoes down next to the sink, noting that you squat down to do so rather then bending over.
Next you slowly slid both the pantyhose and underwear off and as you pull the panties out of the nylons, you look into the mirror, still trying to come to terms with the fact that you have breasts.
"That looks wrong," you think as you notice your penis and testicles, which look both smaller and more prepubescent.
Tucking them between your legs, you nearly gasp out at how much of a girl you really look like the moment you do so and then it comes to your attention that at some point you have lost a couple inches in height, though you are not so sure, thinking, "Need to find mom's cloth measuring tape," as you try to make up your mind.
Shrugging, you turn away from the mirror and start running the tub water for a shower. As you do so, you take from the medicine cabinet several different facial cleaners and without giving it a second thought, you begin scrubbing your face of the make-up you wore this evening.
Afterward you take a nice long hot shower, enjoying how the water feels against your skin, but especially how it feels when it comes in contact with you still somewhat sore and tender breasts.
Drying off, you wrap a towel around your head and then wrap another towel around your midsection, covering you from the armpits down to about the middle of your upper legs. Exiting the bathroom, you pass Sally in the hall and making your way toward your room, you stop and turn instead toward Sally's bedroom.
Inside, you flick on the light as you hear the bathroom door close as your sister disappears in to take a shower. Looking about her room, you immediately head for her dresser and opening it, taking in the various clothes, you wonder, "Does this make me a pervert or a normal sister for wanting to wear Sally's clothes," as you select a pair of underwear - a thong this time - and then an over-size purple shirt that Sally sometimes wears at night.
Taking the garments back to your room, you drop the towels into your hamper in the closet, take in briefly the changes that your room has undergone, noting that it looks more girly and rather feminine then before you went to dinner.
Shrugging, thinking, "It can't be helped," you pull on the shirt, liking how cool and soft it feels and then after a moment you pull on the thong, bothered only a little that such a garment would actually fit you and then, after clicking off the light, you climb into bed and stare at the ceiling, thinking about what is happening.
After a bit, you turn so that you are laying on your side, your arms curled up so that your hands are nearly resting under your pillow, while your feet and legs are pulled closer till you are almost lying in a fetal position. Had you given it any thought, you would have realised that you're lying much like a girl did when she went to sleep. Instead, you were wondering, "Are these sort of changes normal and am I making a right choice? Is this something that I can live with? Is how I feeling normal for a girl?"
These questions and hundreds more racing through your mind, you eventually drift off to sleep, wondering - at the top of your list of questions - what tomorrow would bring and how much more would your body change.