Where are your shoes?!

Sophie stood in the hallway, her oversized mint hoodie still on, the soft fabric stretched tight across her chest. Her boyfriend’s voice drifted up from the living room, half-teasing, half-frantic. “Baby!! You’re not dressed yet?!”

She pushed her round glasses up her freckled nose and smiled, a shy little curve of her lips. “I already know what to wear!”

She slipped into the bedroom and reappeared a minute later in the outfit she’d chosen. The light green hoodie was gone. In its place was a delicate blue lace bra and matching babydoll nightie, the short ruffled hem barely brushing the tops of her thighs. Her boyfriend stepped into the doorway just as she turned to face him.

The transformation hit him like a quiet thunderclap.

Her pecs were thick, powerful shelves of muscle that lifted and cradled her huge breasts, pushing them together into a deep, gleaming cleavage. Every breath made those pecs rise and fall, the lace edges digging gently into the dense muscle beneath. Freckles danced across the upper swells of her chest and spilled onto her rounded shoulders, where thick delts capped her arms like smooth boulders. Even relaxed, her biceps showed a clear peak, and the horseshoe shape of her triceps stood out against the soft glow of her skin. Her traps rose in gentle ridges to meet her neck, and when she shifted her weight the lats under the thin straps of the babydoll flared just enough to hint at the wide, strong back hidden behind her.

Sophie took one slow step forward, bare feet padding on the cool floor. That single movement brought her legs into full view, and they were breathtaking. Her quads swept outward in wide, sweeping arcs, each head of the muscle sharply separated and glistening under the light. The teardrop shape near her knees flexed and relaxed with every tiny motion. Below them her calves were diamond-hard, perfectly carved, popping outward the moment her toes touched down. Veins traced delicate lines over the smooth, pumped muscle. She stood there, slightly pigeon-toed in that innocent way of hers, toes spreading a little against the hardwood as if she were testing her own balance.

Her big brown eyes widened behind the glasses, freckles standing out on her flushed cheeks. She tilted her head, voice soft and hopeful, just a touch nervous. “See! So, how do I look?”

Her boyfriend stared, then let out a low breath. “Baby… It’s a family dinner… And where’s your shoes?!”

Sophie’s eyes went even wider, a tiny gasp escaping. She glanced down at her bare feet, then back up at him, biting her lower lip. The powerful muscles in her legs gave a subtle, unconscious flex as she shifted her weight again, calves tightening into sharp diamonds. She didn’t argue or flex on purpose; she simply stood there in the dainty blue lace, shoulders rounded, chest rising and falling with quick little breaths, waiting for his verdict with that sweet, submissive spark in her gaze. The contrast was everything—her nerdy glasses and innocent face framed by a body built like living sculpture, every inch of muscle on proud, glistening display.