Some slight body modifications.

While I tried to figure out what this latest update was about, I began to notice that my bra was starting to feel uncomfortably tight. Scratch that, it was downright impossible to breathe. Keeping my phone in place, I used my free hand to hike up my top and reach around to unhook my bra. There was a sharp pain as the clasp practically snapped off. With some undignified shoogling (Scots slang; to shake, sway, or rock back and forth), and having to swap hands to keep the phone in place, I was able to pull off my bra. I checked the label. B-cup? But I've always been a Double D.

I didn't have long to ponder why I had been wearing a bra that was way too small for me as my shoulder length hair was suddenly starting to annoy me. If felt like it was growing out of control as I kept having to brush it back. What was annoying me more was that I should be used to this by now; after all, I had always worn my hair long. Wait? Was I always a redhead. You would think I would know my own hair colour. That reminds me, need to remember to pick up some new leggings and new jeans. I want something that will actually sit on my waist and not just barely hang off my ass. I know it's nice and pillowy but I don't want all my clothes to make me look like a streetwalker.

Leaning forward I take a closer look at myself on the screen. I lightly brush my lips with a look of concern. My lips look a little swollen; they don't feel sore though. Ha! My dick of an ex wouldn't be complaining about my oral technique if I had sucked him off with these.

The sound of another notification awoke me from my little vanity fair but this time it was on the computer. Vertigo's Master...I mean my master had sent another message.

Hope you like the new you. Grab your keys and coat, I want you to come over to my place. See you soon.

I paused and looked back at my phone in confusion once more. New me? But this is how I've always looked...isn't it?

I fixed my top, which still felt too tight, than powered down my computer and went to the hallway to grab my coat. There was no point in putting a bra on. They were all too small. Why are all my bra's the wrong size anyway? I give my head a shake, put my coat on and give myself a look over in the hallway mirror. Ugh, my hair looks a mess. It's like it just grew in five minutes ago. No time to fix it now. Mini Skirt with this crop top looks good; bit too much under boob on show for this weather but that's what the coat is for. I gave my reflection a wink as I put on said coat and blew myself a kiss. Prefect!

With that, I head out the door, seemingly fully aware of where I was going despite not having been told directly. I make my way down the three flights of stairs, out the security door and across to the block of flats next to mine.