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Friday, July 18, 2025

The Desired Effect | Getting Ready

 


The Desired Effect | Getting Ready

Lacy never left the house.

 It wasn’t that she couldn’t; no one would have suspected a thing. To the outside world, she would appear simply as a beautiful, elegant, graceful woman. But Lacy was an illusion: a delicate, silken mirage stitched together with lace, satin, and silk.

She hadn’t existed until Mary whispered the idea into her husband’s ear. Try these on, she’d said, handing him a pair of pale pink panties. Just for fun. A little play.

But the moment they slid up his thighs, something stirred; something in the texture, the fit, in the way it made him feel. Mary saw the reaction. She smiled and brought out more.

Stockings came next, paired with a garter. Then a soft bra. Then heels. The transformation began with a sensation… the erotic, inescapable pull of femininity wrapping itself around him.

That’s when Lacy was born.

From that day forward, lingerie became the standard. The whisper of panties sliding up smooth thighs. The clasp of a bra closing marked a moment of surrender. Corsets, firm and unforgiving, reshaped the body and the soul. Shapewear sculpted the silhouette. Skincare brought softness. Diet and makeup filled in the details.

All of it guided by patient and loving Mary, proud of the girl that was developing.

Lacy never rushed when she dressed. She took her time sliding sheer stockings up her legs. She delighted in how panties nestled into place, how bras hugged the curves she’d created with padding and a few other secrets. A carefully chosen wig completed the look while Ron faded quietly within.

When Lacy came to play, Ron let go.

In the evenings, Lacy would slip on a frilly apron, serve dinner with delicate hands, and curl up beside Mary in matching lingerie; lace against lace, silk against skin. Soft kisses. Shared lotion. Quiet moans as fingertips wandered. Feminine time.

It had never been about submission or control. It was about devotion. About the intimacy of transformation.  The joy of femininity, shared fully and shamelessly.

This was the desired effect of the entire process: the delight they shared in making Lacy real.










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