A/N: And here I thought the Acro and Regina piece was the shortest thing I've ever written. But lo and behold, digging in my archives unearthed this Robin Newman one-shot. So without further ado, it's time for gen!

A reflection that makes me happy

After three months straight of begging, Robin's parents finally agreed to buy her some women's clothing. The shopping trip itself had been a blur, Robin's mind trying and failing to process all the options she now had open to her. But despite that, she got home with several bags stuffed to the brim, and headed straight for her room and locked the door behind her.

As Robin put away all her purchases she grabbed a packet of underwear that gave her pause. The underwear in question was light-pink, and was lined with as much frills as possible. Robin set aside the packet and put away the rest of the clothes she bought.

After that, she opened the packet of underwear and lay it out on her bed before stripping her self naked. She picked the panties off the bed and put it on, relishing how comfortable it felt compared to the male underwear she had to wear before.

She looked herself in her dresser mirror, drinking in the sight before her. She placed her hands on her hips and shook them. She had fallen in love with the underwear when she lay eyes on them and they looked just as good on her as she always dreamed. At this moment, alone in her room, she was a sexy woman unlike any other.

"Hey there. You're looking f-i-n-e." She said, continuing to sway her hips back and forth.

She repeated the same process with the bra, deliberately putting it on one cup at a time. After she was done clipping the clasps on she went back to posing in front of the mirror.

For the moment, she wasn't just a high school student. She was Robin Newman, a young woman who could actually be a woman for the first time in her life.

The way her panties hugged her lower half comfortably. The feeling of support her bra gave her breasts. Robin looked in the mirror and was happier with her reflection than she was at any other point in her life.

"Robin, are you coming to dinner?"

"In a minute!" Robin took one last look in the mirror, then put her clothes back on and left her room.

A/N: To those who are wondering why I decided to write this: Everyone deserves to feel comfortable in their own skin, and wear what they like. Robin, I think would definitely cheer you on in making your own choices. In the meantime, I'll dive back into my archives to see what else I might have forgotten. See you next time! Please review.