Title: "Reflections: A Fashion Adventure at Victoria's Secret"

As the cherry-pink curtain whisked closed behind him, Nick perched gingerly on the padded bench, his knees knocked together beneath the gauzy stockings. He glanced at his slender legs—shapely now, clad in sheer black and capped in lace. The soft bustier hugged his flattened chest, creating subtle, promising curves. The panties hugged his hips surprisingly well, a bright, satiny pair that shimmered under the dressing room lights. He tried to blink away the embarrassment, but caught his reflection in the mirror. With his lithe build, the wavy mop of hair, and the borrowed hoodie, he saw why the sales assistant hadn’t batted an eye. “Plenty of women are rather flat chested and need some help,” she had chirped, tape measure flitting around his ribs, all easy smiles and practiced reassurance. Nick grinned. A few short minutes ago, he’d been shuffling awkwardly near the perfumes, waiting for Jenna to emerge from her fitting room. Now, here he was, transformed. There was a light knock at the door. “You ready to show your friend?” called the assistant, her voice warm. Nick took a steadying breath. “Sure,” he replied, finding it easier, even fun. He stepped out, adjusting the bustier as the assistant drew back the curtain with a flourish. Jenna was standing by the mirrors, her shopping bag slung over one wrist. She nearly dropped it, jaw falling open, then slowly splitting into a wide, delighted grin. “Nick?” she said, laughter bubbling just under the surface. He gave a little spin. “How do I look?” Jenna’s eyes danced. “Honestly? Kinda gorgeous. I might have to start watching my wardrobe when you’re around!” Nick’s cheeks reddened, but it was impossible not to laugh along with her. “Maybe we both learned something today,” he said, and returned a grateful smile to the assistant, who beamed at them both. Together, they drifted to the register, hand in hand: two young people, flushed and laughing, in a world of silk and possibility.