THE PRICE OF inHERitance

Coming Home from the Salon and Clinic

After the overwhelming day at the salon and clinic, Elliot and Lizzie returned home. Elliot felt completely out of place, his body sore from the waxing, his ears aching from the new piercings, and his mind spinning from everything that had happened. His hair had been straightened, and now it hung awkwardly at chin length, no longer the familiar curls he was used to. The freshly applied nail extensions and pink nail polish felt foreign to him as he stared at his hands.

As soon as they stepped into the house, Elliot groaned in frustration, running his fingers through his now straightened hair. "Why is my hair so flat? It keeps getting in my face!"

Lizzie, sensing his distress, sighed sympathetically and reached into her bag. "Here, I think I have something that might help." She pulled out a pink headband with a little bow on the side. "I know it's girly, but it'll keep your hair out of your eyes for now."

Elliot stared at the headband, his expression a mix of frustration and reluctance. "Do I really have to wear that?"

Lizzie shrugged apologetically. "I'm sorry, Elliot. I'm a stereotypical girly girl, and this is all I have right now. But... it's either that or keep pushing your hair out of your face."

Elliot sighed and reluctantly took the headband, placing it on his head. As soon as it was in place, he felt a pang of annoyance. The bow felt like a symbol of everything that was going wrong in his life, but at least his hair was out of his face.

They made their way upstairs to his room, where the girly transformation was now fully reflected. Pastel colors dominated the space, and everything from his bedding to the decor screamed femininity. He sat on the bed and stared down at his hands, still in disbelief over the glossy nail extensions.

"These nails... they feel so weird. How am I supposed to do anything with these?" Elliot grumbled, trying to tap his fingers together and failing as the extensions got in the way.

Lizzie chuckled softly, sitting beside him. "You get used to it, trust me. You just have to be careful. It's not easy at first, but after a while, it becomes second nature."

Elliot groaned. "I don't want to get used to it, Lizzie. I don't want any of this."

Lizzie placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know, Elliot. I really do. But you heard Mom and Dad... they're set on this."

Elliot stayed quiet for a moment, thinking back to the doctor's appointment and the strange pills he had been given, which his parents claimed were for his skin. Then there was the salon visit, where his mother had gleefully told his classmate Mariya and her mom that he was going to become a girl. The teasing from Mariya still stung, especially when his crush had laughed at his situation.

"Why do I have to wear a training bra?" he asked suddenly, looking up at Lizzie. "I don't even have boobs like you."

Lizzie sighed, knowing this conversation was inevitable. "It's not about that. Mom and Dad want you to get used to the feeling. They're... preparing you for changes."

Elliot frowned. "But it's uncomfortable. It's tight, and I don't see the point."

Lizzie nodded, understanding his frustration. "I get it. But right now, it's part of what they expect you to wear. You'll get used to it over time."

Then came the question that had been on his mind since the salon visit. "And what about the panties? They feel... tight. Especially down there."

Lizzie hesitated before answering, trying to remain calm. "That's because boys and girls have different bodies, Elliot. You have a... well, a dick, but girls have something else. It's flat down there for us."

Elliot looked confused. "What do you mean, flat?"

Lizzie took a deep breath, deciding to explain. "Girls have a vagina, Elliot. It's a different structure. That's why the panties feel tight for you right now. You're not used to it."

Elliot's eyes widened at the mention of a vagina, and he looked both curious and scared. "A vagina? I... I don't want that."

Lizzie gave him a sad smile. "I know, but I overheard Mom and Dad. They're planning on making you... well, fully transition into a girl. Over time."

The weight of her words hung in the air, and Elliot felt like the world was crashing down on him. "I don't want to be a girl, Lizzie," he whispered, tears forming in his eyes.

Lizzie pulled him into a hug, feeling helpless. "I know, Elliot. I don't want this for you either, but I don't think we have much choice. I'm here for you, though. I'll help you adjust as much as I can."

Elliot sniffled, leaning into his sister's comforting embrace. "This is all too much," he whispered.

Lizzie rubbed his back gently. "I know. It's not fair. But we're in this together, okay?"

Elliot nodded, though the fear and sadness still clung to him. After a moment, he asked another question, his voice small. "How do you... you know, pee? You don't have anything to hold."

Lizzie chuckled softly, trying to lighten the mood. "We sit down, Elliot. It's just different for us girls."

Elliot frowned, still processing everything. "So... I'd have to sit down to pee if... if I became a girl?"

Lizzie nodded, her tone gentle. "Yes. But let's not worry about that now."

Elliot stayed quiet for a few moments, still trying to wrap his head around everything. "And... will I get boobs like you?"

Lizzie hesitated, not wanting to overwhelm him any further. "Maybe. But we don't have to think about that right now. Let's just focus on getting through today."

Feeling emotionally drained, Elliot lay down on the bed, his head resting on the pillow. Lizzie stayed with him, pulling the covers over both of them. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.

As they lay there together, Elliot could feel Lizzie's body pressing against his, her breasts resting lightly against his back. He didn't usually think about it, but now, with everything that had happened, it felt different. "Do I really have to go through all of this?" he whispered.

Lizzie kissed the top of his head. "We'll take it one step at a time, okay? I'll be here for you."

Elliot nodded, though the uncertainty still weighed heavily on him. As they both drifted off to sleep, Lizzie's arms around him, he found some small comfort in the fact that his sister was there to help him through this confusing time. Despite everything, their bond had grown stronger, even as they faced the unknown together.