Bust reconfigurations!

Joana stared at her reflection with narrowed eyes, focusing her thoughts on the sensation at her chest - the gentle press of fabric, the curve of weight and lift, the visual proportions. She took a breath, slow and deliberate.

Alright, beginning bust reconfiguration. Phase one: reduction.

She fished the RAC prototype out of her bag and fiddled with the interface. In this first phase, she would reduce her bust without affecting the immediate perception of the sales associate. Cautiously, she pressed confirm. A strange tickle, like shifting pressure beneath the skin. In the mirror, a little to her own dismay, her breasts subtly softened and drew inward, losing just enough volume to disrupt the perfect fit of the bra. The cups puckered slightly. The lace, once a precise frame, now floated awkwardly at the top.

She adjusted the straps, pretending to correct it, but knew the fit was now wrong. Purposefully wrong.

She pulled open the curtain a few inches and leaned out, grabbing the associate’s attention with her best puzzled customer impression. “Hey,” she called gently. “I think this might be the wrong size after all.”

The associate turned, instantly attentive. Joana pulled the curtain a bit more, showing how the cups were oversized, ruffling from lack of tension. “Really? That looked like a dead-on match when I handed it over.” Her eyes flicked to Joana’s chest - now visibly less full - and narrowed slightly in confusion. “Hmm. What were you wearing when I took your measurements?”

Joana gave her a sheepish little shrug. “Just what I had on earlier. Maybe it threw off the profile.”

The associate hesitated, then nodded. “No worries. Let me grab you a smaller size. Just a sec.”

As the woman disappeared deeper into the shop, Joana closed the curtain again, her smirk returning.

“And now... phase two.”

Conversely, she would now expand to a much larger size, still to the associate's immediate awareness. She brought her shoulders back and let the command ripple outward. A pleasant pressure swelled in her chest. Slowly, her bust filled out, then passed her original size - fuller, rounder, bolder. The bra she’d been testing moments ago now looked cartoonishly undersized, the cups failing to contain the generous swell of cleavage pressing up and over the edges.

She gave a low whistle and let out a breath. “Yeah... now that’s a silhouette.”

A moment later, the associate returned, knocking lightly. “Got a 34D for you—should solve the gap.”

Joana cracked the curtain again, letting her more voluptuous profile peek through. “Actually,” she said, voice low and teasing, “I think that was my bad with the straps. We may need to go up instead.”

The associate blinked, eyes flicking downward and visibly catching the discrepancy. She stammered for a second, then gave a nervous laugh. “Oh—uh, that’s… definitely not a D-cup.”

Joana pulled the curtain all the way, fully confident, holding the misfit bra in one hand like evidence. “I think I might be going through some...swelling”

The associate's eyes didn’t know where to land - face, chest, eyes, chest again. “Yeah. I mean, clearly. You, uh, grew?”

“Must be all that…mall air,” Joana flirted, then handed back the smaller bra. “Let’s try a H. Maybe even a HH, just for the hell of it.”

The woman nodded dumbly and disappeared once more, this time taking a beat longer. Joana watched her go with a cheeky smile.

“Mental note: Perception remains stable across real-time morph variance when prompted as such. Minor cognitive dissonance triggered, but accepted as normal. Associative memory adapting on-the-fly.”

Excellent.

She turned back to the mirror and gave herself a once-over, lifting the too-small bra again and trying to stretch it over her now-exaggerated bustline. It barely clung to her - absurd and intentionally theatrical.

When the associate returned, she did so slowly, holding a pair of larger bras in her hands but with a slightly dazed expression.

“Alright,” she said cautiously. “I grabbed a H and a HH. If you outgrow these in the next five minutes, I might need to sit down.”

Joana took the new bras with a slight laugh and a wink. “Then I’d say this boutique is doing its job perfectly.”

Joana gazed at her reflection, the full mirror before her capturing the sleek, commanding figure she’d cultivated. The new green bra, now a perfect fit for her enhanced chest, shimmered against her skin like something from another world. Her skin - smooth and luminous - was the perfect canvas, no trace of flaw or imperfection. Her eyes traced down her body, the curves, the subtle dip of her waist, the sharp angles of her hips, and the fullness of her thighs. Everything was carefully sculpted, a work of art that blended confidence and allure effortlessly. It was a miracle to even think that her age remained consistent from before her transformation: 41 years old.

She took a breath, measuring every inch of herself. But the next experiment bloomed in her mind. “Time to calibrate to something a little…newer.”

Her fingers rested on her collarbone, and for a moment, she focused on the subtle power she had over this world—over herself. Joana punched a new set of commands into the RAC:

ALTERATION: Age - 22 years old; no loss in aesthetics, smooth transition.
External perception: User only (default) Broad-scale reality alterations active.”

The shift was subtle but powerful. For a brief second, Joana felt a warm rush, like liquid energy flowing through her veins, pulling the weight of time off her shoulders. She felt lighter, more vibrant. When she opened her eyes, her reflection had shifted, almost imperceptibly. Her face appeared softer, more youthful, but not in a way that stripped her of the allure and power she had just crafted. Her features were still sharp, her eyes deep and knowing, but the faint lines around her eyes and mouth had softened. Her body, too, carried a new vitality, a youthful firmness, without losing the appeal of her curves. Her bust remained as alluring, but her skin had gained that soft, dewy glow of someone far younger.

“Perfect,” she whispered, letting her fingers trace the smooth curve of her face. “Just the right touch.” She remained consistently amazed by her invention.

With her adjustments complete, she now felt even more attuned to the environment around her. The bra felt even more tantalizing, hugging her chest perfectly, the satin and lace shimmering against her smooth skin. The transformation left her body still radiating the same sharp allure, but now with the added dimension of a youthful energy that invited attention. She stepped closer to the mirror, checking for any differences. Joana’s gaze was just as confident, just as commanding. But now, there was a playfulness in her expression that hadn’t been there before, an innocence mixed with knowing seduction.

She let her fingers trail down her neck, to her collarbone, and then to the edge of her waist. The power to control her body, to mold herself to this new, younger version, was intoxicating.

With a satisfied smile, Joana opened the curtain slightly, just enough to call out to the associate who had been lingering outside. She could feel the shift in the air, that electricity that now hummed around her. There was a subtle magnetism in her voice, a warmth that invited curiosity without giving anything away.

“I think I’m ready to try that set,” Joana said, her tone playful but tinged with the slightest hint of seduction. She glanced down at the bras in her hands, casually turning one over. “Maybe a bit more... intimate? What do you think?”

The associate, still standing outside, hesitated, then stepped closer. The subtle tension in the air was palpable as Joana leaned slightly against the door frame, peering out with just enough of a mischievous gleam in her eye. “I feel a little... adventurous today,” she added, almost as if the words were a confession.

“Sure,” the associate replied, her voice betraying a mix of professionalism and curiosity. “We have a collection that’s, um, very popular. If you would like...,” Joana felt desire overwhelm her younger persona as she softly approached the sales associate, grabbed her hand, and led her back into the changing room.

Once inside, Joana reached for the bra’s clasp, her fingers nimble, her motions deliberate. The fabric slid down her arms, revealing her bare chest. The associate watched, her gaze flicking from Joana's hands to her eyes, a mixture of curiosity and caution written on her face. Joana didn't miss the way the woman's eyes lingered on her body, the subtle tension in her jaw, the way her breath caught ever so slightly. It was a dance of anticipation, each movement deliberate, each glance loaded with meaning. Joana reached for the new bra, the associate's presence a tangible warmth beside her.

"You want a go at these?" she murmured, holding out the garment and motioning toward her breasts.

The woman nodded, her fingers brushing against Joana's as she rocketed forward and began making out with Joana.