[Quick Change]
Evelina's nurse uniform shimmered, the white fabric rippling before dissolving into nothing, leaving only the woman beneath.
In its place, a set of delicate lingerie appeared—a sheer lace bra and panties that looked more like an invitation than clothing. The bra was almost transparent, lightly cupping her breasts while letting the soft shape of her curves show through, scalloped lace framing the swell of her cleavage.
The panties sat high on her hips, thin lace straps dipping into a teasing V that drew the eye to her lower belly. The sheer fabric hinted more than it hid, clinging to the curve of her waist, thighs, and backside like a second skin.
Every line and motion remained visible through that fragile lace. The way it framed her chest and hips felt intentional, designed to catch my gaze and hold it—her posture and eyes making it clear this was a deliberate, breathtaking invitation.
In that moment, I knew exactly what she was planning.
