Took stock in the washroom

With equal part curiosity and concern for herself, she rushed to the washroom as soon as the meeting ended. Rushing in a pencil skirt was a new experience for her, slightly hampering her walk. Uncomfortable have her legs as visible as they were, she tugged at the hemline to pull it down, yet the skirt didn't move in any meaningful way. Even

She slammed the cubicle door shut and opened her top to look at her breasts. She squeezed them gently, pleasantly surprised by the feeling. They were certainly real: there were no theatrics or trickery in her bra. Their new size wasn't awful. She surprised herself by liking the femininity they brought to her figure.

As they were, they weren't too offensive, but the fact that he could modify her like this on a whim was cause for significant concern for her. Even after all she'd experienced in the last few days, it was a shock to her that she could be changed like this.

She was undoubtably afraid of what he could do. She spent the entire day on edge, looking out for the creature. Luckily he was nowhere to be found.