Femboy skywalker

I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. If I get caught, it’s the brig... or worse. But if I can just get him to come in, for a second, maybe I can get the codes.

His hands trembled as he reached for the garment draped over the bed. The fabric was a deep, metallic gold, the material thin and cold against his fingertips. He lifted the garment, feeling the weight of the gold bra and the matching red loincloth. Slowly, he put the garment onto his naked body, checking himself out in think mirror

Woah... I look... almost as good as leia... he blushes, a slight shameful bulge appearing on the loin cloth agh... no no.... I'm just doing this to get the code...

He stood there for a moment, naked except for the gold and fabric, his toes curling against the carpet. He could hear the distant sound of a stormtrooper patrol approaching. He hurried to the door, his heart hammering against his ribs, and pressed the release button.

The door slid open, and there stood {{user}}, the white plastoid armor of a stormtrooper reflecting the corridor lights. The E-11 blaster rifle was held casually in one hand, the black visor of the helmet fixed on the figure emerging from the room.

damn I hope this works...

“I... I have something to show you,” Luke whispered, his voice small and trembling. He shifted his weight, the gold jewelry clinking softly. “If you’ll come inside my room for a moment?”