LIMLSB - 3 - dressing up is fun

A choice was presented in front of me.

On the left were the clothes that Vio had worn, a normal looking set of white underwear, jeans, black socks, green sleeveless t-shirt, dark green hoodie and a simple pair of shoes - overall boyish and a bit boring, but safe choice. Although the fact that she had worn it before remained.

However, on the right - an entirely different world presented itself and I was certain that father had been the one responsible for it.

If I’m going to be a young girl, then at least I will be the cutest teenage girl who ever walked in this place!

My newly found way of thinking was driven by the eye-opening beautification process that Laura had put me through and since I already had the fluffiest, softest hair possible and the skin which turned extra tender and supple then why other elements shouldn’t follow after it?

I held a set of light blue lingerie. The panties itself were girly and without additional adorning, except for one distinctive element attached to their upper half as if someone had stitched one delicate layer of a petticoat there.

Why the panties have their own miniskirt included? What the hell is this?

Nevertheless, I put them on, sacrificed five extra minutes to check if they were in a correct position. At this point, I decided to screw such things like manliness, honor or pride. I already went through my first experience with peeing in this body, nothing could stop me now. I even looked forward to my first time wearing a brassiere.

Moreover, I could turn it into a game.

Victor equips a new piece of equipment, -25% to embarrassment level, +75% to secret garden secretiveness, +20% to overall cuteness.

At least I knew how to call the upper part of the lingerie, it was a bralette. Compared to a traditional bra it wasn’t padded in any way and was entirely wire-free. This specific light-blue model had three small ribbons attached in the front, one in the middle and one under each of the two places where straps were connected with the rest of the material. It fit me perfectly and I didn’t have much trouble with the hook on the back, however, it took over ten minutes to finally put it on as more perkiness research had to be done.

Victor equips a new piece of equipment, -25% to embarrassment level, +5% to justice reduction, +10% to perkiness reduction, +50% to pointy apples charmingness, +25% to overall cuteness.

I broke through the barrier of shame, never again a visit to a lingerie shop would make me worried or concerned - no matter the body. Next in line were delicate white knee-socks, each of them with an embroidered small red rose on a side.

Victor equips a new piece of equipment, +10% to cold resistance, +20% to emphasizing the springiness and the shape of the calves, +5-75% to overall cuteness - bonus depends on the target.

Following right after them was a ruby circle skirt with two white stripes at the hem. It wrapped itself tightly around the waist underlining it, but the really important fact was that the skirt joined forces with the previous piece and created a three-centimeters wide area of absolute territory. The place where the knee-socks ended and the skirt had yet to begin.

Victor equips a new piece of equipment, +15% to vulgarity resistance, +25% to a nice figure, +15% to overall cuteness, +100% to skirt lifting vulnerability.

I was starting to have a lot of fun with it, a pity that there was only a small hand mirror included among the toiletries. A white buttoned shirt with a collar was put on my upper body, the material it was made of was somewhat transparent - the brassiere would become completely visible if the shirt was to get wet.

Victor equips a new piece of equipment, +20-100% to eye-catchingness - bonus depends on the weather, +30% to elegance, +30% to 'a young lady with a good upbringing’ vibe.

There were hardly any main equipment slots left, but at the same time there was only one more piece of armor to put on, a coral pink short cardigan. Its sleeves were long and slightly loose, I could easily hide the penknife in them.

I decided to button everything up neatly and wear it properly.

Victor equips a new piece of equipment, +40% to ‘maybe they only seem small’ stealthiness type, +30% to the kidnapping for ransom attractiveness, +50% to risk of attracting old people asking for direction.

The legendary set ‘I’m a good girl’ had been completed, white and red version. Special effects unlocked:

95% resistance against slut and bitch type attacks.

100% negation of the clothes type embarrassment level.

100% increased hostility from the ‘bad girl’ enemy type.

99% chance of summoning random defenders from among the crowd when attacked.

Ability to use ‘I will tell my papa about it!’ special attack.

Finally, as the finishing touch, it was time to input the runes. I was extremely lucky as there were exactly three slots in this set of armor. The runes I had ‘Jah’ - black neck ribbon, ‘Ith’ - my wristwatch after size adjustments and ‘Ber’ - strawberry shaped hair clip; created a powerful runeword called ‘Enigma’ thanks to which my cuteness level became heaven-defying.

When the preparations were finished, I flexed the chest proudly, but the feeling of happiness lasted only for a few minutes before the mundane problems dragged me back to earth.

“Laura, take me to father.”

“Negative.”

“Why?”

“Mr. Amato is currently out of the mansion, estimated time of return is unknown.”

While talking with her through the door, I was looking for an appropriate weapon.

“What’s the status of the rest of Amato family members?”

“Ms. Amato is out of the country, estimated time of return is Saturday afternoon. The status of Amato siblings is confidential.”

Only the mana potion vial, shard of the past and the penknife were small enough to hide. The pen went to the cardigan's chest pocket and the rest into the skirt. I also took both mine's and Vio's phone.

I nearly forgot to put on the white petite shoes with a lovely red ribbon each, but since my legendary armor set had already been completed, they were treated purely as a cosmetic detail.

I don’t feel like waiting idly till someone will kindly come to get me, otherwise, I will need another shower.

“Laura, can I move freely in the mansion?”

“Under my constant supervision and only in non-restricted areas.”

“Then let’s go, I want to walk around.”

“Affirmative.”

The door to my room opened and the maid positioned herself to blocked the way out. Only when I took Laura's hand, she moved to the side. On the opposite side was the door to Violet's room, it had been replaced with a holeless version. I was about to knock but refrained from doing it, this was 'my' room after all.

The window had also been fixed, but other than that, the room was empty, not even a bed.

Where is she? Is father separating us because it would be problematic to explain a sudden appearance of his daughter's clone? But in that case, why I'm the one here and not Vio?

Where to go next hmm...

The third floor was the personal space of our parents and also the place where the father’s study was. The second floor had been entirely conquered by Viktoria. The left half of the first floor was where my and Vio rooms were, right belonged to Vincent.

“Laura, I’m hungry. Let’s go and grab something to eat.”

“It’s 13:31, the closest scheduled meal can be served in one hour twenty-ni-, twenty-eight minutes.”

“Then let’s go to the kitchen.”

I will just grab something by myself.

“Affirmative.”

On our way there we passed by a few expressionless maids, I didn't know any of them and only one had a cross-shaped scar similar to Laura's. Some of them were busy with cleaning, others were transporting plates with food somewhere. I tried to stop one to obtain some provisions, but she simply evaded me without sparing a second glance, after that Laura kept me even closer to her.

The kitchen was located on the ground floor and was big enough for seven chiefs to work simultaneously in it, but that only happened during some big occasions like birthday parties and similar events.

Laura remained silent when I was helping myself to the content of the fridges. Cooking here wasn't even an option so I just grabbed three sausages, few slices of cheese, a vanilla yogurt and ate it like that. It was good enough to remove the pangs of hunger. However, I was stopped while looking for some kind of a dessert as the maid received a message on her phone and said:

“Mr. Amato has returned and issued an order to immediately bring Violet to the conference room.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Before I even finished my answer, she was already dragging me by hand.

Laura pushed me inside the room and, without following, closed the door behind.

I've got a bad feeling about this…

It was a well-lit room on the third floor with three rows of five comfy chairs each placed in front of a platform with a rostrum. An overhead projector was ready to display the content sent to it from a laptop standing on a small table near the wall. Two big flower pots with coral palms were increasing the much needed color variation of the conference room.

Violet was sitting in the leftmost chair of the front row. She wore exactly the same clothes as I did, but had an orange-shaped hair clip instead. Vio looked worried and nervous but relaxed a bit when she saw me.

In the central chair of the first row, I saw Viktoria. She was as gorgeous and as color coordination lacking as ever. This time she had the school version of her monochrome clothes. She wore a pair of sneakers with short socks in a bizarre combination of a white sock with a black sneaker and a black sock with a white sneaker. The hem of the white bell-shaped skirt started right above the knees of her long legs - the skirt nicely accentuated her slim waistline. The upper half of Viktoria's body was covered with a checkered monochrome shirt with long sleeves. It must have been a bit too tight as the endurance of the buttons holding it together against her considerable bosom was visibly being tested. There was a delicate black choker wrapped tightly with a small white ribbon around her neck.

Viktoria’s long raven black hair was gathered together in a single ponytail which together with her confident expression and penetrating emerald gaze was spreading a youthful yet threatening aura. Despite obvious problems with her image, she managed to pull it off in a way that in the eyes of a random bystander she should be qualified as an unearthly and mystical creature. Upon seeing my girly form, Viktoria covered her mouth with one hand trying not to laugh too loud.

In the rightmost chair of the last row, I spotted Vincent. As if trying to match his sister, his hair was in the form of a short blonde ponytail. His expression was dark and gloomy, but in the eyes of the 'bad girl' type this image might have been perceived as mysterious, rebellious, alluring even - especially when it was being additionally strengthened by a row of small piercings in his left ear. Not breaking the green-eyed streak among us siblings, he was also in possession of the striking emerald eyes. Vincent wore a tight dark blue t-shirt with the picture of a grey snake coiled around a sword, on it he had a leather jacket, matched to his jeans and heavy black boots. He must have spent a lot of time in the gym recently as I didn't remember him being an owner of such a nicely carved six-pack. Really dark clouds were gathering above his blonde head, but a ray of light broke through when he realized that I came.

Standing on the platform, behind the rostrum was our father. Not much changed in his look since yesterday, he wore one of his black business suits and a red necktie. When he saw me looking around the room he encouraged to take one of the seats. The sly expression as if he was saying 'daddy's girl is finally here, you were so sweet while sleeping in my arms' never left his face even for a second and I already wanted to turn back and leave this place.

There was one person, standing next to the father, who I did not expect to see in this place, Nero Grue - his posture slightly crooked with an ornate ashen walking stick in hand. However, the sharp gaze he sent to each of us made a cold shiver run down my spine, it was as if my every dark secret became a public news. Before I even had a chance to think of why this old bald man was here, I saw a big badge he proudly wore in an honorable place on his yellow sweater and the glaring inscription on it ‘1st place ‘Winter Rose 2018’’, right next to it was other, a bit smaller and less exposed one ‘2nd vice president of TET’. With a wide smile, he sent me a thumbs up.

I was going to sit next to Violet, but that would mean being way too close to Viktoria and her needles, so I took the one behind my little sister, seeing this Vio moved herself to the second row and sat next to me. We looked at each other, smiled gently, and nodded slightly, preparing for anything that might come our way.

The conference that changed the life of each of the Amato siblings begun.