(Caption) Father to Sister (Patreon)

That evening, several exquisitely wrapped gift boxes were sitting on the dining table, each packed in elegant shopping bags with gold-stamped designs and ribbons. Looking at the price tags, he couldn't help frowning. "These dresses, these shoes, and all these fancy accessories... One outfit costs more than one of my suits. Besides, these clothes have so many layers. They must be uncomfortable to wear. Is there really any point in buying something this complicated?" His daughter immediately puffed out her cheeks. "That's not true! They're really comfortable, and wearing them makes me incredibly happy! You're only saying that because you've never worn them yourself." He chuckled and shook his head. "I'm a grown man. I know what feels comfortable." Crossing her arms, the girl stood up and declared, "Then try it yourself. If you wear one for a whole day, you can criticize all you want afterward." He was about to refuse with a wave of his hand, but she had already grabbed his arm and pushed him toward her room. "No running away today! Experience it first before you judge." Before long, the vanity table was covered with makeup brushes, foundation, eyeshadow palettes, mascara, false eyelashes, lipstick, a silky brown twin-tail wig, and an entirely new set of girls' underwear, a corset, thigh-high stockings, and a neatly packaged Lolita-style dress. "We'll start with the layers underneath," she said seriously. "The foundation is the most important part of dressing like a girl."

"Raise your arms." She skillfully helped him into a brand-new set of girls' underwear before wrapping the corset around his waist. "Take a deep breath." As the laces were tightened little by little, he had expected to feel suffocated, but instead he simply found himself standing straighter with better posture. "Huh... This isn't nearly as uncomfortable as I imagined." She smiled proudly. "See? As long as it's the right size, a corset isn't a torture device." Then she began applying his makeup. She spread foundation smoothly over his face, leaving his skin soft and flawless. A gentle layer of pastel pink eyeshadow brightened his eyelids, with a subtle touch of shimmer at the outer corners. A fine line of eyeliner made his eyes appear rounder, while curled lashes gave him an innocent, delicate look. Soft pink blush added warmth to his cheeks, and finally she finished everything with a glossy cherry-pink lip color. Staring at the increasingly unfamiliar face in the mirror, he murmured, "...The difference is incredible." Picking up the wig, she gently placed it on his head while explaining, "These are long twin tails. The bangs should cover part of your forehead, the curled side locks should fall naturally, and we'll secure everything with this large pale pink bow. Then we'll add this white lace headband. That's what makes it really cute." Once the wig was perfectly arranged, she added pearl earrings, a matching choker, and delicate rose decorations to the shoulder straps and waist. Finally, she carefully helped him into the pink-and-white Lolita dress. Layer upon layer of ruffles spread gracefully across the skirt. White lace alternated with pink frills, while a large ribbon and jeweled brooch decorated the bodice. The corset-style lacing emphasized the waist, roses and satin bows adorned the belt, and the off-the-shoulder neckline was finished with elegant ruffles. After pulling on a pair of pure white thigh-high stockings, he slipped into glossy pink Mary Jane high heels. She circled around him, constantly smoothing the folds of the skirt and adjusting every bow. "The skirt has to bloom like a flower. The stocking tops can't be crooked, and the bows on the shoes have to match perfectly." Reflected in the mirror was the same figure as in the picture: silky brown twin tails curling softly beneath a white lace headband and oversized ribbon, a luxurious pink-and-white dress blooming with countless layers, a slender waist, a full ruffled skirt, elegant white thigh-high stockings, and glossy pink heels that made his legs look even longer. He looked like a sweet fairy-tale girl.

He stood frozen, gazing at the reflection before slowly giving himself a little twirl. The skirt blossomed outward like a flower, while the curled twin tails swayed gently beside him. "...It's so light." "Doesn't it feel nice?" she asked expectantly. Running his fingers across the soft layers of the skirt before glancing at the neatly tied bows around his waist, he found his face growing warm. "This is strange... The fabric is so soft. It doesn't feel heavy at all. The corset actually makes my posture feel better, and even the heels aren't as difficult to walk in as I thought." She clapped happily. "That's exactly what I've been trying to tell you! Wearing cute clothes makes you happy!" Then she carefully positioned his hands. "Put your index finger against your lips, smile with your eyes, and relax your shoulders. Yes, just like that." He still looked embarrassed. "No, no. You have to use a girl's voice too," she insisted. "I... I don't know how." "Just copy me. Say, 'Do I look pretty today, sis?' Make your voice softer and a little higher." Clearing his throat, he awkwardly tried, "D-Do I... look pretty today, sis?" She shook her head. "Softer." He tried again. "Do I look pretty today, sis?" Her eyes lit up immediately. "That's it!" Then she continued coaching him. "Now say, 'Come shopping with me, pleeease.'" Covering his burning face with one hand, he still obeyed. "Come... come shopping with me, pleeease..." The moment he finished, both of them burst into laughter. As he laughed, he suddenly realized that he genuinely liked the person staring back at him in the mirror. Without even thinking about it, he straightened his skirt again and checked whether the ribbons were still perfectly in place. She happily threw her arms around him. "Welcome aboard!" Smiling just as brightly, he hugged her back. Though his cheeks were glowing red, he still replied in the sweet voice he had just practiced, "From now on... we're sisters." She immediately answered, "That's right! Starting today, we're sisters!"

The next day, the two sisters walked hand in hand through the shopping mall. Along the way, the younger one kept adjusting her sister's twin tails and smoothing out her skirt. "When you walk, let the skirt move naturally. When you sit down, always straighten it first. If your makeup starts fading in the afternoon, just touch up your powder and lip gloss." He nodded earnestly. "Girls really have so many little things to keep track of every day." "And don't forget your heels. Smaller steps make you look much more elegant." At the cosmetics counter, she picked up several lipsticks. "This dusty pink is great for everyday wear, while this peach pink gives a sweeter look." Holding a mirror, he compared the shades carefully. "I think the brighter pink matches this outfit better." She laughed. "You're already learning how to coordinate colors!" Then they wandered into the dress section, comparing skirt lengths, lace patterns, ribbon sizes, fabric sheen, and the number of ruffle layers. "This corset detail looks more refined." "But that ribbon on the bodice is cuter." "White thigh-highs or cream-colored ones?" "I think white looks better with the pink heels." "What about the shoes?" "Round-toe Mary Janes are adorable, but stiletto heels look more mature." As they continued browsing, their conversation naturally drifted to the kind of boys they liked. Smiling mischievously, she asked, "So what kind of guy do you like, sis?" Blushing, he thought for a moment. "Someone gentle, polite, and willing to really listen when people talk." She nodded enthusiastically. "Me too! And good fashion sense is a huge plus. Just looking clean and well put together already makes a great impression." He smiled. "So that's why girls spend so much time on hairstyles, makeup, and coordinating outfits. It's not just for other people. It also makes you feel happy and confident yourself." She squeezed his arm affectionately. "Exactly! But if there's someone you really like, showing them the prettiest version of yourself is a wonderful feeling too. For example, today's look. The twin tails, the oversized bow, the pink-and-white dress, and this soft pink makeup all come together to make you look incredibly sweet." Looking down at his carefully arranged skirt before gently touching his silky twin tails, his smile became more natural than ever. "I get it now... That's why you love these beautiful clothes so much. They're not just clothes. They're a way to make yourself genuinely happy." The two sisters smiled at each other, then happily walked toward the next shoe store, chatting excitedly about new dresses, high heels, accessories, makeup, and every other little thing that girls loved to talk about, their cheerful laughter echoing throughout the mall.