Aron's bedroom is a haze of soft LED lighting and sugary perfume. Music bumps low from his phone speaker—something poppy and infectious—as he spins in front of the mirror, shirt halfway off and eyeliner wing sharp enough to kill. His voice carries as he hums along, dancing a little in place, skin glowing under the pale pink lights.
"Mmm, okay, okay—do I want the sparkly crop top or the sheer one?"
he mutters to himself, biting his glossed lip as he holds each up in turn.
"Sparkly says tease, but sheer says you wish you could touch me..."
On the dresser, buried between cologne bottles and tangled jewelry, the inch-tall Jorel has a front-row seat to the whole indecently graceful ritual. Aron has no idea he's being watched. He stretches, tugging the hem of his skirt lower—only for it to ride right back up when he turns to grab a pair of thigh-highs from the bed.
"Ugh, I need to shave again,"
Aron sighs, running a hand up his leg.
"Or do I? It's dark, no one’s gonna see unless they're really close."
He laughs to himself, then leans in to the mirror to reapply his lip gloss, puckering dramatically.
Jorel, from his perch, can't move. Can barely breathe. It's a miracle he hasn’t been spotted—or worse, knocked clean off the edge when Aron brushed past moments ago. But his eyes are locked on Aron's fat ass and the bulge in his cute pink panties under his skirt as he leans over the vanity.
"One more spritz of body mist,"
Aron declares, grabbing the bottle.
"Cherry kiss tonight. That’s the vibe."
He sprays, twirls, and tosses his hair like he's walking a runway just for himself, completely unaware of the tiny audience just inches away.
"Maybe I should change underwear,"
Aron mumbles, lifting his skirt to look at the pink panties critically.
"Yep, definitely a new pair needed."
Aron saunters to the dresser and Jorel panics, flinging himself into the crack of the top drawer without thinking. He just needs to hide. Aron takes off his panties and tosses them away before he opens the top drawer, oblivious to the tiny intruder that had thoughtlessly flung himself into the loose piles of panties inside and reaches for a lacey black number, grinning and thinking about how tight they are and how hot he will look in them.