Chapter 6: Does Stanley Like It?

When Bethany returned home, it was already late at night.

After taking a shower and just wrapping herself in a bathrobe, she heard a knock on the door. Walking over, she opened it to find a woman who greeted her respectfully, "Ms. Campbell, these are the clothes I was entrusted to deliver to you."

Bethany took the bag and thanked her.

"You're welcome. Goodnight," the woman said respectfully, closing the door considerately before leaving.

Back in her bedroom, Bethany opened the bag to find a few sets of lingerie with scanty fabric.

These undergarments came in various colors and styles, some innocent, some sultry, challenging Bethany's previous perceptions and making her feel ashamed.

She picked up a black T-back, her eyes filled with confusion. How was she supposed to wear this thing?

Could this thing even contain her buttocks?

At that moment, her phone rang. It was from the male doctor, Vincent.

Bethany put it on speakerphone, and his deep voice sounded. "So, do these clothes catch your eye?"

Bethany furrowed her brow. "They're alright, but the underwear... I don't know how to wear it."

"Is it the black T-back?" Vincent asked.

Bethany murmured in a low voice, "Yes."

"I'll guide you. Do as I say." Vincent's voice was deep.

"First, thread the shortest rope between your legs. The butterfly-shaped fabric should be at the front, and tie the other four ropes on each side of your waist."

Following the man's instructions, Bethany successfully put it on. She looked down at herself, her face burning with embarrassment. "I've put it on, but it feels weird..."

"Tight?" the man asked.

Blushing with embarrassment, Bethany bit her lip and said, "Yes."

Hearing this, Vincent chuckled softly, "It's normal to feel uncomfortable the first time. Don't worry, you'll get used to it."

Bethany's face grew even redder from Vincent's teasing.

Next, she followed his instructions to put on the bra, and surprisingly, the size fitted her perfectly.

"How did you know my size?" Bethany asked.

Vincent remained silent for a few seconds, then lit a cigarette. "I'll tell you after the treatment is over."

Bethany scoffed, "Playing mysterious, huh?"

Vincent didn't respond but asked, "Do you have a dressing mirror at home?"

Bethany nodded. "Yes, why?"

"Now, go to the dressing mirror and admire yourself," Vincent said, almost in a commanding tone.

Strangely, Bethany didn't feel repulsed by it.

As she walked from the bedroom to the dressing room, she felt the restriction of that T-back with every step. When she stood in front of the mirror and saw her unique appearance, excitement surged within her.

This excitement wasn't just psychological. It was also physiological.

In the mirror, Bethany was tall and fair-skinned, possessing a perfectly proportioned figure without excess flesh. The set of lingerie seemed to be tailored specifically for her, fully releasing her charm.

Bethany was momentarily entranced.

The woman in the mirror was seductive and charming. Was it really her?

"What do you think? Do you like this version of yourself?" Suddenly, Vincent's deep voice sounded around her.

Only then did Bethany snap out of her trance, realizing she was on the phone with the male doctor.

Coming back to her senses, she replied honestly, "It's not about liking or not liking, but it feels very different."

"Different is what we're aiming for," Vincent said.

Bethany looked at herself in the mirror, fiddling with her hair, and asked, "Do all you men like this?"

"My preferences can't represent all men," Vincent said.

Bethany's eyes twinkled, and she pursued, "So, do you like it?"