Work again

Being slender, she'd never had a bounce before. It was a disorienting feeling to have it on her chest. She looked for a bra in her drawer, for the first time needing the support from it. Relieved, she started to work through assembling the rest of her outfit.

She opened the wardrobe and groaned.

"I'm not wearing that," she spoke aloud multiple times while she sifted through the items in her wardrobe.

Everything was considerably shorter than the day before, even after he'd meddled with her clothes in that meeting. The longest items left were tight dresses, and even those were cut above the knee. She looked for a pair of pants, but the only remaining ones were yoga pants or skintight leather and completely inappropriate for work.

She settled on a dark grey dress, the least colorful and eye-catching thing in the wardrobe and tugged it over herself. She wasn't used to being hugged so tightly by a garment. She also realised she'd need to get used to the new pink shelf at the bottom of her vision.

Her new silhouette was abundantly obvious. The dress was straight cut but low enough to show the top of her bigger breasts. Most importantly, it hugged her thin waist, leaving her breasts and widened hips to flaunt themselves.

She noticed that her cursed makeup had changed slightly since she last looked in the mirror. It seemed to her ever so slightly more brave than the day before. Her lips were definitely redder and her eyeliner was thicker. Her eyelashes looked thicker too.

She wondered whether going to work was a good idea.