Slipping Into Her World (2/14)

Lucas barely slept that night, his mind replaying every detail of his session with Brittany. The way she’d guided him, the feel of the fabrics, and the sight of himself transformed—it was all he could think about. By morning, his mind was made up. A few nervous texts later, Brittany was booked to come over again that evening.

When she arrived, she wasn’t empty-handed. With garment bags draped over one arm and a large tote bag in the other, she strutted inside, heels clicking against the floor. “Didn’t waste any time, huh?” she teased, dropping her bags on the couch with a grin.

Lucas flushed, fumbling for words. “I just… I thought we could do more tonight.”

“More?” Brittany smirked, unzipping one of the garment bags to reveal a colorful array of dresses. “Honey, I brought you everything—clothes, shoes, the works. But first, sit down—we’re starting with your face.”

Each stroke of her brush seemed to melt away another layer of his nerves as she applied a soft pink blush to his cheeks, a subtle eyeshadow, and a coat of mascara that made his eyes pop. To complete the look, she carefully painted his lips with a soft red lipstick, stepping back to admire her work with a satisfied smile. “There,” she said. “Pretty as a picture. Now, let’s get you dressed.”

Reaching into one of her bags, she pulled out a pair of black lace panties and held them up with a grin. “Here, slip these on,” she said casually.

Lucas hesitated for only a moment before taking them from her hands. His fingers trembled as he stepped into them, sliding them up his legs. The soft lace settled snugly against his skin, and the unfamiliar sensation sent a thrill through him. He tried to keep a neutral expression, but Brittany’s smirk said she could see right through him.

For the next half hour, Lucas eagerly tried on everything Brittany handed him. From flirty floral sundresses to daring leather skirts, he didn’t hold back. Each outfit brought a new rush of excitement as he twirled in front of the mirror, soaking up Brittany’s amused compliments. She adjusted straps here and there, smoothing fabric against his body and laughing when he fumbled with a zipper or got tangled in a dress.

Then, Brittany switched things up. “Let’s try something edgier,” she said, pulling out a black crop top and a pair of tiny, frayed denim shorts. Lucas hesitated as she handed them to him, the fishnet tights tucked in for good measure. “Go on,” she encouraged, her grin teasing.

With a deep breath, Lucas slid the tights up his legs, the delicate pattern hugging him snugly. Next came the shorts, which sat scandalously high, showing off every inch of his thighs. Finally, he tugged the crop top into place, its hem sitting just above his midriff. As he stood in front of the mirror, his cheeks burned at the sight of himself dressed so daringly. Brittany clapped her hands together, clearly delighted.

“This,” she said, stepping back to admire him, “is a look. But we’re missing one thing…”

Finally, Brittany crouched down and pulled out the vibrant red platform heels, handing them over with a mischievous smile. Lucas slipped them on eagerly, but the moment he stood, his ankles wobbled, and he stumbled forward with a squeak.

Brittany burst into laughter, doubling over as she clutched her stomach. “Oh, honey,” she teased. “Maybe we should start with something a little easier.”

Lucas’s cheeks flushed as he glanced down at the heels. “But I really like these,” he said softly, almost pouting.

Brittany smirked, shaking her head. “Alright, but we’re going to have to work up to them.”

She handed him a pair of wedges first, helping him into them and guiding him as he practiced walking back and forth across the room. The wedge heels were easier to manage, and Lucas found himself growing more confident with each step. From there, Brittany moved him into kitten heels, and then a pair with slightly taller heels, giving him playful tips on balance and how to sway his hips naturally.

By the time he was ready to try the red platform heels again, Lucas stood carefully, his legs wobbling slightly at first. His hips swayed naturally as he walked, the snug denim shorts emphasizing the curve of his backside with every step.

Brittany leaned against the wall, arms crossed, her eyes following him with a mischievous glint. “You know,” she said with a smirk, “I’ve got plenty of clients who would kill to get their hands on an ass like that.” Her voice dripped with teasing amusement, but her grin made it clear she wasn’t joking.

Lucas froze, his cheeks burning as a strange thrill ran through him. Glancing at his reflection, he couldn’t deny how good the outfit and heels made him feel. He straightened, brushing his hands down the frayed edges of the shorts and let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He felt amazing.