The following morning, Kate gently woke her boyfriend.
"Good morning, Stella. We don't have much time before work."
As usual, they showered together. They both noticed the subtle changes in their bodies.
"You’re beautiful, Stella," Kate murmured as she washed his now smooth, hairless chest. Stanley flinched slightly. That part of his body felt more sensitive than ever before.
"And you’re stunning, Kate," he replied, caressing her hips and the curve of her waist with reverent fingers.
For a fleeting moment, both let themselves imagine they were two women—lovers sharing an intimate morning shower. They smiled, enjoying the fantasy... before snapping back to reality, though a part of them lingered in that image.
After the shower, they got dressed for work. Kate chose a charcoal suit with a long, flowing skirt. She opened her underwear drawer and stared at her collection of A-cup bras. None of them fit her new, firmer C-cup breasts. Luckily, she didn’t need a bra at all; her breasts were so naturally perky now, they held themselves perfectly.
Still curious, she tried on one old bra but winced in discomfort.
Stanley hesitated, then asked: “May I have it? I’d like to wear it under my clothes. So I can secretly be Stella even at work.”
Kate’s eyes lit up with amusement—and warmth. She liked the idea.
“Of course,” she smiled. “And how about the matching panties?” She pulled them from the drawer and held them out like a gift.
Stanley took them, blushing. It was the first time he’d ever worn women’s underwear, and he loved the feeling. The bra was comforting; the panties were delicate and somehow thrilling against his skin.
They had breakfast quickly. When they left the apartment, they didn’t notice that the name on their doorbell had changed. It no longer read "Kate & Stan" but, in neat black print: "Kate & Stella."
As usual, Kate drove Stanley to the hospital, then headed to her office.
At the hospital, Stanley spent the entire day shifting nervously in his seat, afraid someone might notice the bra under his scrubs. But that fear was intoxicating. It made him feel alive—exposed, yet hidden.
Near the end of his shift, the temptation grew unbearable. He snuck into the storage room where they kept spare uniforms and, after a moment’s hesitation, he tried to wear a female nurse’s outfit. It didn't really fit his body, but it wasn't that bad looking. In fact, he felt more comfortable wearing it, and only changed back to the male uniform for fear of being discovered.
At Kate’s workplace, several coworkers complimented her new outfit. She looked elegant and powerful. Men noticed her enhanced curves—some even suspected she wasn’t wearing a bra—but no one dared say anything out loud.
In the afternoon, her boss, Jack O’Brian, stepped into her office and introduced the new intern: “Kate, this is Lisa. Fresh out of university. She will work with you for a few months.”
Lisa had bright blonde hair, clear blue eyes, and a shy smile that tugged at something deep in Kate’s chest. She reminded her of herself ten years ago: eager, nervous, and full of potential. Lisa asked smart questions, took notes with focus, and listened like every word mattered. They clicked instantly. By the end of the day, Kate found herself smiling more than usual, laughing softly at Lisa’s awkward jokes, leaning a little closer than necessary.
And as they said goodbye at the elevator, a surprising thought floated through Kate’s mind: "If I ever cheat on Stella… it won’t be with Jack. It’ll be with Lisa."
That evening, on the drive home, Kate and Stanley barely spoke. Stanley didn't want to talk about the female uniform he tried, and Kate didn't want to talk about Lisa. But as soon as they entered their apartment, Kate received an email. It was from Annie:
_"Hey love,
I've talked to Louise; she was indeed planning to send you a third video. I attached it to this email so you can witness how inappropriate its content is. Anyway, you can be sure Louise won't ever send you such emails without your explicit consent.
Have a nice evening,
Annie
P.S.: For Friday's dinner, our dear friends Patrick and David will be there too. The more, the merrier."_
Kate and Stanley looked at each other—eyes wide, hearts pounding. No words were needed. They rushed to the living room, dropped their bags, and turned on the screen to play the third video. They were so eager to watch it that they didn’t even notice that the email address used by Annie was mistress.tyranny@lesbos.church.