Marcy (a sexually repressed housewife)

Marcy sighed as she slipped on her new glasses, finally replacing the old scratched pair that had been driving her crazy. As she blinked, adjusting to the crystal clarity of her vision, an unexpected voice echoed in her mind.

"Greetings, wearer," it said, a male voice with a hint of amusement. "These are no ordinary glasses. The left lens imbues you with the power of normalcy - anything and everything you do will be considered perfectly mundane by all who witness it."

Marcy blinked in confusion, wondering if she was imagining things.

"The right lens," the voice continued, "allows you to redefine normality itself. Anything you declare to be 'normal' with that lens activated will become instantly accepted and commonplace."

"What are you talking about?" Marcy muttered, looking around her messy living room as if expecting something to happen. The toys scattered across the floor remained untouched, the laundry basket overflowing with dirty clothes was still there, and the kitchen looked no cleaner than before.

"You'll see," the voice said, fading away as quickly as it had appeared. "Just try it out."

Marcy hesitated for a moment, then tentatively spoke aloud, "It is normal for my house to always be clean and for everyone to clean up after themselves."

In an instant, the living room transformed. The toys vanished, replaced by neatly organized shelves and baskets. The laundry basket was empty, the dirty clothes nowhere to be seen. Even the kitchen shone with a spotless gleam that Marcy had never achieved before.

She stared in awe, realizing the immense power she now held. A slow smile spread across her face as she considered all the possibilities. For the first time in years, Marcy felt a spark of excitement and anticipation for what lay ahead.

Marcy decided to start small, testing the boundaries of what she could get away with while wearing the glasses. She put them on, feeling a thrill at the possibilities they presented.

First, she called over the young mailman who delivered her packages every day. He was always flirting with her, but Marcy had never taken it further than a friendly smile and polite conversation. This time, though, when he arrived with a package, she invited him inside for some lemonade.

As they sat at the kitchen table, Marcy casually mentioned how hot it was outside. The mailman agreed, wiping his brow. Then, emboldened by the glasses' power, Marcy said, "It is normal to take your shirt off when you're hot."

Instantly, the mailman didn't even hesitate. He pulled his uniform top over his head, exposing his toned chest and abs. At the same time, Marcy felt compelled to follow suit, her hands reaching for the hem of her own blouse without conscious thought. She tugged it up and off, revealing her bra-clad breasts as she tossed the garment aside.

The mailman stared at her appreciatively, but there was no surprise or judgment in his eyes - just acceptance that this was a normal thing to do when feeling overheated. Marcy felt a rush of excitement at their shared state of undress and leaned forward, letting him catch a glimpse of cleavage as she asked if he wanted more lemonade.

From there, things escalated quickly. With each casual statement - "It's normal for us to kiss," "It's normal for you to touch me," "It's normal for us to have sex right here in the kitchen" - Marcy and the mailman crossed new boundaries together. They ended up tangled on the floor, lost in a passionate embrace that left them both sweaty and satisfied.

After he left, Marcy noticed other changes too. People walking by her house were shirtless, no matter the time of day or their gender. TV shows and movies featured characters casually removing their tops to cool off. Even her kids came home from school without shirts on, saying it was so much more comfortable that way now.

Marcy smiled, realizing the full extent of her new power. She couldn't wait to explore its limits further.