Luna's Outfits The New World of SwapTech chapter 6 by swapticon

Byron padded barefoot across the soft pink carpet and opened Luna’s closet.

The first thing he noticed was how small everything was. Not in a dainty way—more like tight, stretchy, revealing. Cropped hoodies, tight skirts, low-rise jeans, things made of mesh, latex, lace. A drawer was filled with lingerie so sheer it might as well have been theoretical.

He pulled out a red velvet mini-dress, held it up, and laughed.

“No way this fits,” he muttered—then paused. “Wait. It totally does.”

He slipped out of the tank top and shorts and slid into the dress. It zipped easily and clung to every curve. The plunging neckline made his—her—cleavage impossible to ignore.

“Oh my god,” Byron whispered. “I look like a Vegas cocktail waitress.”

He turned and looked in the mirror. It wasn’t just the shape. It was the way Luna’s body moved. Every step made something bounce or sway.

Byron struck a pose. Then another. Then grabbed Luna’s phone and opened the selfie cam. He started snapping: front angle, mirror shot, booty pop. He arched his back without thinking.

“Hi boys,” he whispered in the sultriest voice he could manage, recording a little video.

He cracked up laughing at himself. And then saved it. For “research.”