The dishes were done, the hum of the dishwasher a soft counterpoint to the weekend quiet. Coffee mugs sat half-full on the counter, releasing the last of their warmth. You were stretched out on the couch, belly-down and scrolling lazily, while morning light golden and insistent slipped through the blinds in narrow slats across the room.

Teddy padded out of the bedroom, barefoot and easy, her oversized tee hanging loose over pastel joggers. She paused when she saw you, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips.

“Still in your underwear, love?” she teased, voice playful and warm.

You stretched, long and unhurried. “I was comfy.”

“You are comfy,” she corrected, drifting toward the closet with her coffee in hand. “But you’re also ridiculously easy to tease.”

You smiled into the cushion. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

Behind you came a rustle, and then something soft brushed your head. You looked up to find Teddy dangling a pair of pastel lounge pants, feminine and flowing, patterned with little blossoms near the hem. Her eyes gleamed with mischief.

“Put these on.”

“Seriously?” you asked, though your pulse quickened.

“They’ll fit,” she said, dropping into the armchair with her mug. Calm. Commanding. “And I want to see your ass in something cute.”

“You’re impossible,” you muttered.

“You’re obedient,” she countered, voice silk and steel.

You rolled your eyes but already knew resistance was useless. Slipping into the pants, you found the fabric impossibly soft, the drape light and sensual, hugging in places that felt strangely right. You turned, hands on your hips. “Happy?”

Her gaze swept over you slowly, deliberately, her smile curling. “Very.”

Coffee sipped, eyes never leaving you, she added casually, “If we’re raiding my closet… you’d look really cute in a bralette.”

You laughed, flopping back on the couch, cheeks warming. “Bold jump,” you quipped.

“Is it, darling?” Her voice held mischief, eyes sparkling behind glasses. “It’d frame your shoulders beautifully.”

The thought lingered, potent, more than teasing—a seed planted in the fertile soil of your desires. Deep down, a part of you already wondered how far she might take it.

The day passed in a deceptively normal rhythm. You lounged, sweats hugging just right, while Teddy moved through weekend rituals: watering plants, sorting laundry, humming a personal soundtrack. Every so often, her gaze caught yours, subtle and approving. They fit, soft and freeing, a surprisingly sensual caress against your skin. You realized you liked this. Not just the comfort but the freedom. A truth brushing close, wordless and undeniable.

Even at work, the sensation followed. Glances at the lace panties folded in your drawer, the bralette “joke” that no longer felt like a joke. Unknowingly, possibilities unfolded. By evening, seated on the couch with Teddy was leaning against your shoulder. Her hand traced your knee. Your heart was racing, curiosity dancing with desire.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, darling?” Her voice, soft and teasing, drew you from the spiral.

“Nothing,” you mumbled, hiding the screen. She smiled knowingly, fingers resuming a hypnotic stroke along your knee. It was a silent assurance that she was ready to meet you wherever desire led.

The package arrived midweek: a pair of wide-legged black jeans, high-waisted with a delicate, feminine cut that flared elegantly at the ankle. Alone, you removed your restrictive work clothes and slid into them. The fabric was smooth, structured yet flowing, hugging your hips before falling in graceful lines down your legs. They felt daring, transformative, and startlingly right.

You examined yourself in the mirror, breath catching at the unfamiliar yet undeniable silhouette. It wasn't a costume.  It was you standing there, framed in something that whispered liberation.

Teddy arrived, groceries in hand, eyes widening before soft approval blossomed into her radiant grin. Her hand cupped your hip, squeezed with an intimate compliment. Lips brushed your cheek. “Dinner in ten. Staying dressed like that?”

“Yeah. I think I am,” you replied, confidence blooming.

She winked, a playful sparkle in her eyes, her smile widening into a triumphant grin. “Good. I was hoping you would.”

Then—smack. Her hand landed on your ass with a satisfying little thud, a playful, affectionate swat that sent a jolt of pleasure and surprise through you. You yelped a high-pitched, almost involuntary sound, a delightful squeak of shock.

She burst into laughter, a rich, joyous sound that filled the room. “That noise! Oh, baby, I might have to make you wear those more often.”

You tried to glare, tried to feign annoyance, but your flushed cheeks and the way your mouth curled into an irrepressible smile gave you away completely.

Dinner was winding down, the plates cleared and the quiet hum of the apartment settling around you. Teddy leaned back slightly, watching you with that same mischievous gleam in her eyes.

“You’re seriously keeping these, right?” she asked, voice soft but pointed, her fingers idly tracing the edge of her mug as though she already knew the answer.

You nodded, a slow smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah,” you said, voice low and sure. “They… feel right.”

Her grin widened, approving and teasing all at once. “Good,” she murmured, leaning a little closer, the subtle brush of her hand against yours sending a shiver through your chest. “Because I like seeing you in them… so very much.”

The warmth of her gaze, the weight of her quiet attention, settled over you like a soft promise. The rest of the night stretched ahead, intimate and loaded with anticipation, every glance and touch hinting at what was to come.

The quiet between you was electric, full of unspoken promise. Teddy stood first, stretching languidly, the sway of her body deliberate. “Come on,” she said, voice low, almost commanding. “Let’s call it a night.”

You rose, following her into the bedroom, heart thudding with anticipation. The door clicked softly behind you, and the apartment seemed to shrink until it was just the two of you.

The bedroom was quiet, lit only by the soft, amber glow of the bedside lamp, casting long, sensuous shadows. The air between you had subtly changed. You were no longer sleepy, but charged, crackling with unspoken desires. She kissed you slowly, deeply, her lips parting yours with practiced ease, a masterful invasion.

You responded in kind, your hands gliding down her back, pulling her closer, desperate for more contact. The kiss deepened, breath quickening, growing ragged as your bodies began to shift, to move with a primal, instinctual rhythm. You felt her smile against your mouth when your hips pressed into hers, an unspoken acknowledgment of shared desire.

Then she pulled back, just far enough to whisper, her voice a breathless command, “Take these off, darling. ”The room dimmed. Her fingers traced slow circles along your spine, the air charged with unspoken desire. You leaned into her touch, heartbeat quickening. When she whispered, “Still like these?” and pressed against you, the warmth spread, a delicious tension that made every nerve alive.

She shifted onto her side, rolling against you, thigh over your hip, her body a perfect, intoxicating weight. Her hand slipped beneath your shirt, fingertips tracing ribs, teasing, coaxing, watching every flicker of expression. You inhaled sharply, the jeans heightening every sensation, the structured fabric firm against her touch.

“Take these off, darling,” she murmured, voice low, commanding.

Your hands obeyed, fumbling slightly in eagerness, as you slid the wide-legged black jeans down. As the denim pooled at your ankles, Teddy’s eyes caught on what lay beneath: a pair of delicate pink panties, soft with lace trim, snug against your hips.

Her breath caught, a slow smile curving her lips as she drank in the sight. Heat flared in her gaze, tender and hungry all at once. She cupped your cheek with one hand, grounding you, while the other traced lightly along the lace.

“Oh, darling,” she whispered, voice trembling with pleasure. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

Your breath hitched, words catching in your throat. “T-Teddy… I—”

Her fingers lingered on the lace, teasing along its edge, savoring both your shiver and your courage. “Keep these on… for now,” she murmured, a wicked glint in her eyes.

Before you could respond, she leaned in, pressing a warm, commanding hand against your chest, and with a smooth, deliberate motion, pushed you back onto the bed. The sheets crumpled under you, your body pinned in the delicious weight of her presence.

Her nightgown brushed teasingly against your chest as she straddled you, hips rocking just slightly, enough to make your pulse race. “That’s it,” she purred, voice low and possessive. “Relax, darling. Let me enjoy you.”

Her hand pressed down firmly, cupping you through the lace, massaging slowly, deliberately, until you gasped. She leaned in close, lips brushing your ear. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you breathed, voice trembling.

“Louder.” Her tone was sharp now, commanding.

“I’m yours, Teddy!” you cried, surrendering, hips arching instinctively against her hand.

She laughed softly, wicked and low, before sliding the panties just enough out of the way to tease you, never losing control. Every touch was calculated. She dragged her nails across your thighs, grinding her hips down against you, kissing you hard enough to steal your breath. You tried to chase her rhythm, but she always pulled back, denying, controlling, keeping you desperate for more.

Her lips marked a trail along your neck, hot, claiming kisses that bordered on bites. Her weight pinned you perfectly, her body dictating every movement. The lace pooled loosely around your thighs, a half-peeled offering, while she rocked against you, slow and deliberate, coaxing out gasps and moans until you were nothing but raw need beneath her.

“You don’t get to finish until I say so,” she growled against your skin, grinding harder, faster, her control absolute. “Understand?”

“Yes,” you gasped, half-plea, half-promise.

“Good boy.”

Her pace built, relentless, intoxicating, until the room was filled with the sound of ragged breaths, tangled sheets, and the slick heat of bodies colliding. She drove you to the edge and held you there, savoring every second of your desperation, every shudder, every helpless moan.

When she finally let you fall, it was with her name on your lips, her voice in your ear, her control absolute. The release that followed was shuddering, overwhelming, a tidal wave of heat and sensation, limbs tangled, breath ragged, hearts hammering in unison. She collapsed against you afterward, still warm, soft, and alive.

“What do you want, darling?” she asked softly, voice tender, patient.

“I want to be me,” you whispered, voice raw, vulnerable. “To wear what makes me comfortable. Sometimes men’s stuff. Sometimes… not. I want to stop fitting into something that isn’t me. I want to be who I am.”

“You’re perfect,” she murmured, kissing your jaw, voice softer now, but no less sure. “Every inch of you. And you’ll never hide from me again.”

The next morning the world outside was still gray, the sun just beginning to stretch its fingers across the blinds. You were tangled in sheets, heavy with exhaustion, body sore in the sweetest ways. Teddy was already awake, moving quietly around the room with a feline grace, mug of coffee in one hand.

You stirred, eyes half-open, catching the outline of her in the soft light. She was leaning against the dresser, sipping slowly, watching you with that same sly smile from the night before.

“Morning, darling,” she said softly, voice like velvet over steel.

“Morning,” you mumbled, stretching. The sheets slipped down your chest, and the cool air kissed your skin.

She set her coffee aside and lifted something from behind her back—fabric folded over her arm, the colors muted by shadow. A garment. Feminine. New. She held it casually, as though it were nothing, but her eyes burned with mischief.

“I found something last night,” she teased, voice lilting. “Thought it might suit you.”

You blinked, still shaking off sleep, pulse already quickening. “What is it?”

Her smile widened, wicked and knowing. She stepped closer, letting the fabric brush across your bare stomach before pulling it back just out of reach.

“You’ll see,” she whispered, kissing your temple. “But not yet. I like watching you wait.”

She left the garment draped over the chair, tantalizingly out of focus, and crossed back to her coffee. You sank into the pillows, half-terrified and wholly thrilled, knowing Teddy had no intention of letting you off easy.

The morning stretched on, the promise of whatever she’d chosen hanging in the air like electricity.