THE PRICE OF inHERitance

Lizzie Takes Elliot Lingerie Shopping

After a long day of exams, Lizzie returned home to find her brother—now Ellie—staring into the mirror with an expression that was part disbelief, part horror. The changes brought on by Aunt Elanor's inheritance plan had fully taken hold. His once-familiar body now sported large breasts, wide hips, longer hair, and a massive ass that stretched his jeans to their breaking point. The only thing that hadn't completely transformed was below the waist, where his shrunken, non-functioning genitalia reminded him of his halfway state.

Elliot groaned, tugging at his too-tight waistband and wincing as the straps of his ill-fitting bra dug into his shoulders. "Lizzie, these clothes are killing me. I can barely breathe in this bra, and I'm pretty sure these jeans are about to split any second."

Lizzie, leaning against the doorframe, couldn't help but stifle a laugh. "Welcome to womanhood, Ellie. Don't worry—first rule of surviving in these kinds of clothes is finding ones that actually fit. And from the looks of it, you need a major upgrade."

Elliot shot her a glare. "I need a way out of this, not a makeover."

"Well," Lizzie said, ignoring his protest as she grabbed her purse, "until we can figure out how to reverse this mess, you're going to need some decent lingerie. You can't go on like this, Ellie. Let's get you something comfortable. Trust me, you'll thank me later."

"I can't believe I'm about to go shopping for underwear," Elliot muttered, defeated, as he followed Lizzie out the door.

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**At the Lingerie Shop**

As they entered the lingerie shop, Elliot's discomfort reached new heights. Shelves lined with lace, silk, and satin surrounded him, and he felt out of place among the frills and the bras that hung like trophies.

Lizzie, however, was in her element. She beelined for the bra section, already holding up various options. "You're going to need something supportive, and definitely something that won't dig into your skin," she said, studying a padded bra like a pro. "Oh, and look at this—extra stretchy fabric for your new... curves."

Elliot, his face turning red, was more concerned with avoiding eye contact with the other customers than picking out bras. "Can we just get this over with?" he whispered, his embarrassment palpable.

Lizzie smirked, holding up a frilly pink bra. "What about this one? Pretty cute, huh?"

Elliot looked at her in horror. "I am not wearing that."

"Oh, come on," she teased. "Think of it as a bonding experience."

As Lizzie continued picking out bras, Elliot picked up a pair of high-waisted panties, hoping to escape to the fitting room as quickly as possible. But as he turned to go, Lizzie's eyes widened, locking onto his backside. 

"Wait, stop!" she called, hurrying over to him. "Ellie... I know we were going for comfortable, but with an ass like that, you're going to need something a bit sturdier."

Elliot froze, completely mortified. "Are you serious?"

Lizzie pointed at his hips and ass, which were now too wide and too jiggly for the simple pair of panties he'd picked out. "Dead serious. I mean, look at you! There's no way these are going to cut it." She plucked the panties from his hand and swapped them out for a more supportive, stretchy pair.

"Here," she said, handing him the new pair. "These will actually fit and keep everything... under control. Trust me, you don't want to be worrying about, uh, things moving around back there."

Elliot's face was burning, but he had no energy left to argue. Grumbling under his breath, he snatched the new panties and made his way to the fitting room, aware of Lizzie's eyes on his ass the whole time.

As he closed the door behind him, Lizzie couldn't resist one last quip. "Let me know how they fit, Ellie. I've got plenty of advice if you need it!"

From inside the fitting room, Elliot muttered loud enough for her to hear, "I really hate you sometimes."

Lizzie chuckled. "You'll thank me later, sis."

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Elliot stood in front of the mirror, taking in the sight of himself in the new, snug-fitting bra and panties. They were a far cry from the too-tight clothes he'd walked in with, but the reality of his transformation felt all too real now. Adjusting the straps on the bra and sighing in resignation, he realized that, for better or worse, Lizzie was right. 

He needed these c

lothes to survive this strange new version of his life.