Natalie

Natalie

My cheeks are burning, so I cover them by pulling the head into place. My new crystal tiara is secured on the very top. Between the ears.

“Natalie, get your ass in here,” Luke calls from the bedroom.

I look at myself in the mirror of the Princess Suite bathroom and wonder if I can really go through with this.

Then I yank the front flap open, the newly added magnets pulling apart silently, and let the section of white furry material drape down, exposing my bare breasts.

“Wife. What is⁠—”

I step out of the bathroom.

And Luke falls off the edge of the bed.