Luna's Room The New World of SwapTech chapter 5 by swapticon

Byron poked around the bubblegum-pink bedroom. The room was small but tidy, lit by purple LEDs and ring lights, with shelves of anime figures, makeup palettes, and half a dozen bras hanging from drawer handles like trophies. The air smelled faintly of vanilla body spray and lavender detergent.

He opened a drawer. A rainbow of lacy thongs stared back. He blinked, shut it. Then opened another one—crop tops, short shorts, thigh-highs, and something sheer with garters he couldn’t quite identify. The closet was even more intimidating: latex, fishnet, spandex, vinyl, and a red PVC catsuit.

“Alright, let’s see what we’re working with,” he muttered.

Byron grabbed a little black dress and stepped into it. It clung to his new frame like a glove. He struggled with the zipper, twisting around, the movement making his breasts jiggle. He caught his reflection in the full-length mirror and just stared.

The dress was scandalous. Cleavage deep enough to drown in. Waist cinched tight. Hips wide and perky. Luna’s body was built for sin—or at least selfies.

He took one. Then another. Then posed with a hand on his hip and did a kissy face.

“Oh god,” he whispered. “Am I hot?”