Samantha decides to go home.

Samantha only has to consider the Doctor's question for a moment before she decides. "I'd like to go home Doc, I'm not really sure I could relax here." That is certainly an understatement, with everything that has happened to her in the past hour she can't shake the feeling that something else terrible would happen to her if she let herself stay here any longer. Dr. Collins simply nods her head in acceptance, that beautiful smile curling upon her full lips. "Of course Miss Howell, I'm sure you're eager to get home and rest. You've been through a great deal today. I'll give you a few minutes to get dressed and instruct your driver to meet you outside."

Samantha flashes a smile of thanks, bobbing her head in agreement as she watches the retreat of the beautiful young doctor with a pang of regret. She almost wishes she had decided to spend more time here.. she forces the thought down, hard. She needed to get away from these crazy people before they did something even worse! She turns her emerald gaze over towards the clothing that has been provided for her- a pair of white panties with matching bra are the first thing to catch her eye. She never did hear her cup size but they feel absolutely massive on her newly petite form, to the point that she has trouble seeing her lower body over their generous swell. A knee length black skirt at least provides for some modesty, even if it is far more feminine then she had been hoping for. The white blouse is modest enough, though she does worry if it will manage to completely conceal her from prying eyes. She quickly slips out of the loose jeans, t-shirt and jacket she has original worn in here and folds them on the nearby chair before moving to examine the clothing more carefully.

The clothing forgotten for the moment she realizes that she is alone and able to explore her new body without anyone watching for the first time. Her fingertips start their slow dance down her body starting on her cheek bones, staring into the mirror in shock that this drop dead gorgeous young creature before her could really be him! Her light touch dances down her throat, down the curve of her shoulders and down the surprisingly thin build of her arms as she starts the slow process of learning every inch of her body by touch. Her skin is amazing sensitive, even her own light touches sending powerful shivers racing down her spine to feed the slowly building wet heat she can feel radiating from her core. It is several minutes before she finally works her way towards her breasts, allowing her hands to cup the ample mounds of breast flesh that more then over flow her new petite hands. A soft moan tears itself from her throat as her she begins to kneed her own breasts, the pleasure many fold her previous teasing touches, sending a powerful shock of pleasure and desire shivering through her entire body. As much as she might dislike the idea of having her identity taken away from her she can't deny how much more pleasure she is able to wring from her new form with a few simple touches. She loses herself in the moment, her world becoming nothing more then her teasing touches as she explores her new supple body, all sense of time flowing away from her.

A loud knock on the door draws a shocked gasp from her, her hands darting away from the prominent mounds of her breasts like a child with her hand caught in the cookie jar as an unfamiliar voice speaks from the other side. "Ms. Howell? Are you dressed? We need the room for other patients." "Just a minute, be right out!" With regret she tears her attention away from her breasts and turns to look down at the outfit before her. The panties she slips on quickly, but the bra takes a little more time to get fitted just right. Soon enough though she can feel some welcome support that contain the slightly painful jiggle she had when moving too quickly, a brief shake of her chest confirms she isn't likely to come spilling out any time soon. She hadn't expected the reaction she experiences from the skirt, the feeling of the light material playing on her bare legs somehow making her feel even more exposed then when she was naked. She can't help but take a moment to model for herself in the mirror, swishing her hips back and forth, spinning in place and watching how the skirt raises to briefly flash her white panties before settling into place. As she leans forward and glances over her shoulders she is almost disappointed that the skirt is actually long enough to maintain her dignity.. but then that is what she wants, right? It isn't like she wants to be oggled.. does she? She forces the thought down as she pulls on the blouse, takes another last glance at the large mirrors to appreciate the gorgeous creature that she has become, and heads outside to find her driver.