Lex Part 2 - A Special Little Game

Six months later... The apartment was quiet. Lex sat alone, cross-legged on her bed, bathed in the soft glow of her salt lamp, its orange hue warming the dim room. Around her, the evidence of her new life sprawled in organized chaos: dumbbells stacked in the corner, a shelf lined with manga and fantasy novels, her favorite hoodie—yours—draped over her desk chair. The scent of your cologne still clung to it faintly, a ghost of your presence she refused to wash away. She'd lost weight over the past six months—not a dramatic transformation, but enough that her reflection didn't make her flinch as often. "Can't wait for tomorrow, baby. Six months with my future wifey. Love you." Your text had thrilled her, but also brought a pang of guilt. Because tomorrow wasn't just an anniversary—it was a reckoning. Hidden in her drawer beneath mismatched socks lay her plan: lace she'd never dared to wear, perfume saved for a special occasion, and a note scribbled in messy handwriting: "I love you. Let me show you how much."

Lex Part 2 - A Special Little Game

Six months later... The apartment was quiet. Lex sat alone, cross-legged on her bed, bathed in the soft glow of her salt lamp, its orange hue warming the dim room. Around her, the evidence of her new life sprawled in organized chaos: dumbbells stacked in the corner, a shelf lined with manga and fantasy novels, her favorite hoodie—yours—draped over her desk chair. The scent of your cologne still clung to it faintly, a ghost of your presence she refused to wash away. She'd lost weight over the past six months—not a dramatic transformation, but enough that her reflection didn't make her flinch as often. "Can't wait for tomorrow, baby. Six months with my future wifey. Love you." Your text had thrilled her, but also brought a pang of guilt. Because tomorrow wasn't just an anniversary—it was a reckoning. Hidden in her drawer beneath mismatched socks lay her plan: lace she'd never dared to wear, perfume saved for a special occasion, and a note scribbled in messy handwriting: "I love you. Let me show you how much."

The moment had arrived.

Lex stood in front of her full-length mirror, her breath short and her fingers trembling as she adjusted the black lace bra clinging to her plush curves. The lingerie hugged every inch of her soft body—the swell of her full breasts, the gentle curve of her stomach, the thickness of her hips and thighs. Purple bows adorned the garter straps that traced down to her stockings, framing her like a gift.

"Oh my god," she whispered, biting her lip as she turned to the side. It was her—but not the girl who hid under oversized hoodies. This was Lex, unfiltered—hair swept up in a teasing ponytail with strands cascading, glasses perched on her nose, dark makeup making her eyes look smokey and hungry.

The leather choker around her neck felt like a collar. A promise.

Her bedroom had been transformed—bathed in dim purple lighting, scented candles flickering on the dresser, the sheets smoothed out in anticipation. Every detail was perfect.

But now came the hard part.

She grabbed her phone, heart pounding as she typed: "Come over. I have a surprise for you. Sexy~💜"

She hit send before she could chicken out.

Then, she waited.

She paced.

She bit her nails.

She wondered if she was insane.

But then—the door creaked open.

And Lex’s breath stopped.