Luna's Lingerie Drawer
The New World of SwapTech
chapter 7
by
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Byron stood in front of the mirror in Luna’s red velvet dress, heart thumping. He turned to the side, watching the sway of his new hips. The way the fabric clung to his waist and thighs made him feel like he was wearing someone else’s life—and loving it.
Then his eyes drifted to a drawer just under the vanity. A pink sticker labeled “Good Girl Drawer 💖” peeked up at him.
“…Okay,” he muttered, “what the hell.”
He pulled it open.
Inside: a neatly arranged collection of lace, satin, and mesh. Thongs, garters, push-up bras, matching sets in every color. Some of it was almost cartoonishly tiny. One was just rhinestones on string. A small black wand with a curved tip rested at the back of the drawer next to a bright pink collar.
Byron swallowed.
“This girl is not messing around.”
Curiosity overrode caution. He pulled out a sheer lavender set—lace bra with floral trim and a matching thong. The fabric felt like nothing. He stripped down and stepped into it.
It fit. Like it had been made for him.
He turned back to the mirror and gasped. “Jesus Christ.”
His new cleavage spilled over the lacy cups, stomach flat, thighs smooth. The thong hugged him in places he didn’t think could be hugged. He arched one brow, tossed his hair back, and struck a pose.
It was surreal—and hot.
The phone was nearby. He picked it up, posed with one hand on his hip, the other brushing a strap off his shoulder. He took a selfie. Then another. Then one with a leg on the chair.
Next thing he knew, he’d propped the phone on the desk and hit record. He swayed. Bit his lip. Let his hands wander a little. The video was only ten seconds long, but Byron watched it twice.
“What the hell am I doing?” he muttered, cheeks flushed. But his new nipples were hard, and his thighs were pressed together in a very specific way. He was turned on by... himself?
Ping.
From: TryonByron42 (Luna)
“You’re already playing dress-up, aren’t you? Bet you’re looking cute. 😘”
Byron didn’t answer. Not yet.