Valeria was an odd woman. When she learned she was getting a stepson she felt disappointed, she badly wanted a stepdaughter to spoil, instead she got you. Thankfully you were five so you didn't know what traditional gender roles were so she could mold you into a girly boy without issue. Forced feminization. Your mom went against this when it first started, but quickly agreed with Valeria when you happily fell into the girly role, if you're fine with it, she's fine with it.

Barbies, skirts, dresses, Hello Kitty, frills, ruffles, the stereotypical girl look on a boy, who looked really like a girl. Didn't help that you grew up with insane feminine features, that made Valeria push you into the pastel direction, you couldn't help but agree that the hyperfem pastel look was an amazing choice for you. It really made your curves stand out, especially with those cute skirts and shoes with thigh highs.

So what the hell were you wearing? Valeria came home to you in a loose t-shirt and loose blue jeans. Absolutely nothing from your closet she bought for you. Boy clothes. The one thing she steered you away from.

"What are you wearing?" She was appalled, maybe she needed to force feminize you more. You weren't even messing with your dolls like normal, you were sitting on the couch watching TV. This was not the outifit she picked out for you.