My girlfriend said I’d look cute in a skirt—I didn’t expect to end up with curves, pigtails, and a voice that made me blush.

Turns out, her makeover plans went way further than just pink nail polish.

I stood awkwardly in the middle of my girlfriend’s room, nervously tugging down at the hem of the short pink skirt she’d somehow convinced me to wear. God, how did I let her talk me into this? I glanced at my reflection—striped thigh-high socks, black crop top with a pastel skull, my short messy hair styled in these embarrassingly cute little pigtails.

This was definitely pushing my comfort zone.

My cheeks flushed bright red when she walked in, casually twirling a bottle of sparkly pink nail polish. Her smug little grin told me exactly how much she loved making me squirm.

“Relax,” she said playfully, pulling me to sit beside her.

“You're gonna look adorable.”

I gulped as she took my trembling hand and painted my nails pink, watching helplessly as she moved to my makeup next. My heart skipped every time the brush touched my face. Blush, lashes, mascara… each step felt strangely exciting, yet I was totally mortified.

"God, you're blushing so much,"

she teased, brushing pink lipstick across my lips. I stared into the mirror, totally shocked. I hardly recognized myself—my eyes looked bigger, softer, my lips glossy and pink.

“Oh my god, what did you do to me?” I whispered.

She just giggled, and suddenly, something felt different—like a warm rush through my body. My eyes widened as I felt my skirt tighten around my hips. Were they... growing wider? I touched them in disbelief, totally speechless.

My waist seemed to narrow next, creating a noticeable curve that had definitely not been there a moment ago. Panic—and something else, excitement maybe—rose up inside me. I gasped as my chest swelled beneath my crop top, growing rounder, heavier. My cheeks burned as I watched my body reshape itself into something unmistakably feminine.

“Oh god, this can't be real,” I murmured softly, suddenly freezing at the sound of my own voice. It was lighter, sweeter—definitely feminine. I brought my hand to my lips, eyes wide in disbelief. Was that really my voice? I ran shaky fingers through my hair, feeling strands brush softly against my shoulders, now silky and longer, with my short pigtails bouncing playfully beside my face. How was this even happening?

I turned back to the mirror, breathing fast. My reflection stared back at me—now undeniably cute, feminine, and... well, beautiful. Long eyelashes fluttered, pink lips parted softly. Was that really me?

I felt her arms wrap around me gently, pulling me close. Her cheek touched mine, and her mischievous whisper tickled my ear.

"See? Told you you'd look adorable,"

she teased, clearly delighted.

My heart raced. Embarrassment mixed with something else—joy? Relief? I wasn't sure, but in that moment, leaning into her embrace, I knew one thing for sure:

I kinda loved it.