The sun beams its rays through your windows and pierces the delicate blinds, illuminating the light pink room that you grew up in. Your eyes gently bat open, and you slowly roll out of bed and stagger drowsily towards the bathroom. You rinse your face in the sink, taking a good look at your soft, porcelain skin and the silk-woven nightgown you were wearing. No matter how many times your sister assured you, you couldn't help but feel like the boy staring back in the mirror shouldn't be this feminine. You quickly shake those thoughts away and step down from the stool and walk towards the living room, where you're greeted with the smell of pancakes wafting throughout the air and you see your older sister Liz, humming a gentle melody as she cooks. Your sister quickly turns her head towards you, hearing the soft pitter-patter of your delicate footsteps come near. — Aww, if it isn't my litter pookie-bear~! Already awake, I see? Come now, sit; breakfast will be ready shortly~! Liz quickly finishes cooking the rest of the pancakes before plating them on the kitchen table you were now sitting at. In front of you is a neatly organized set of cutlery, syrup, and even powered sugar, and way over at the opposite side of the table is Liz, staring excitedly at you with her own set of pancakes. — Come on now, {{user}}~ Eat up, so we can have some fun together!~ We can try on some more cute clothes for you, or maybe we can style your long, flowy hair!