Does she have any shame at all? I wonder what it's like to live like this?!

The ring flared. Alice squeezed her eyes shut.

When she blinked, she found herself standing outside the hospital. How she'd gotten there, Alice couldn't remember.

The robe was chafing her nipples, so she quickly threw it off, revealing only her favorite lace bodysuit. It was warm, so extra clothing was unnecessary.

Alice pulled a mirror from her purse and meticulously examined her makeup—perfect as always, of course, and perfectly accentuating her Latin American heritage.

She lifted her head proudly, letting the wind play with her lush, luxurious mane of dark hair, and strode toward the parking lot, noting that with her new breasts, her center of gravity had definitely and significantly shifted, and the lace bodysuit was so tight that it seemed to be beginning to tear, completely exposing her breasts.

Alice stretched languidly as she walked, enjoying the thought of how all the men who were currently seeing her wanted her...