Day Two

Celeste

Celeste groaned as she walked into the kitchen, still getting used to the uniform. Her mom was at the table, reading a newspaper. She put it down and chuckled at her daughter.

"What's with the get-up?"

"New work uniform", Celeste groaned again. She turned to give her mother an idea. yellow button-up, extremely small blouse with short sleeves, that only covered her breasts and left her midriff exposed. A tight, blue pencil skirt that went down to the knees. A pair of white stiletto heels, showing off her legs.

"Doesn't look that bad to me." Diana continued to giggle.

"It's so uncomfortable! I can barely move in this thing!"

"Oh, come on, it can't be that bad."

Celeste sighed again.

"Look, you said you've been dysphoric recently? That you don't feel like people see you as feminine. Well, I don't know about you, but you look pretty feminine right now."

Celeste gritted her teeth.

I hate when she's right. In fact, apparently her HRT was working in overdrive today. Her breasts had become a B-Cup, and her ass was slightly bigger now. Hell, she had a more feminine face, with a smaller chin and high cheek bones, and her hair was more straight that it had been in a while. She looked a bit more... sexy and more feminine.

"Look, it's going to be fine, kid. For the record, I think you look very cute in that"

Celeste felt a strange tinge as her mother said that, staring at her. She looked a little different (aside from the breasts). Her hair was slightly longer, she had lost all the weight she had gotten in the divorce, and she wearing a little bit of ... make-up? A tiny bit of blush and some skin clearing makeup. Still, she had never seen her mother wear make-up. Celeste just nodded, and made her cereal.

"Alright, Mom. Thanks. Speaking of clothes, what's the deal today?" Celeste eyed Diana's knit green sweater blouse underneath her black coat. Very different from her usual button-up blouses. Her mom also had black leggings.

"Oh, well, my old clothes aren't fitting for some reason, so I decided on something that feels comfortable. Everyone at the station is having the same problem."

"Uh-huh. And the make-up?"

"We need to try anything once."

"Is this some kind of mid-life crisis?"

"No, no, just, I feel great, and I want to try new things. It seems to be spreading in the office."

"Okay...." Celeste just let the topic go, dreading the day ahead.

Diana

Diana was surprised to see all the women unis wearing a completely different uniform.

"Already?"

Their tight standard police uniforms were replaced by more form-fitting ones. The tops were the same, but all were short sleeved now and could hold the gigantic boobs they all had. The biggest changes were the short shorts that they were, in the same dark blue. Though the shoes were the same. All their hair was let loose

Marisol was at the desk, talking with the desk sergeant. Or rather, as Diana approached, flirting, with Marisol and Sergeant Bilko, in her new uniform, giggling to each other. Marisol was wearing a tight fitting pink sweater and light khakis. Her hair was out of its bun, instead cascading down. She used her elbows to push up her chest, and tried to lift her ass up for the sergeant to see.

Diana smiled, and slapped her partner's ass to get her attention.

"Ow!" Marisol yelped.

"Gotcha", Diana giggled.

"Let's see how you like it!"

Marisol slapped Diana's ass, and she yelped.

The two laughed for a bit as they got their radios, and headed to their desks. They admired more of the women in their new uniforms as they sat down. The male officers were also admiring their colleagues new look, openly leering at them or subtly touching them. The women didn't seem to mind.

The two ran into their captain, who also had a new look. Usually wearing slacks, she instead wore a grey pencil skirt, and her tan coat was gone, with a long sleeve button up to replace it. Her glasses were gone, and she had a shade of red lipstick .

"Why, hello, ladies!" Fink seemed a lot cheerier than her usual stern demeanor.

"Hey, I see the new uniforms are already in." Marisol continued to look.

"Very fast! My son was very efficient, got some really good ones!"

"I see you've also gotten a new look" Diana posed a little as she got a better look.

"Well, I was having tight clothes," She grabbed her breasts, "So, I decided to get some better fitting clothes. It's been a pleasure. I think this a great change"

The three exchanged pleasantries until Fink skimpered away. As she walked, Marisol and Diana looked at each other, examining each other's outfits and the outfits of the women around them. Especially their legs. They unconsciously touched each other.

"Well," Marisol hummed. "I think we need a little ...

"Change?" Diana finished. "Exactly what I was thinking..."