You get out of the tub

After a little while when the relaxation turns to boredom you stand up to find a warm towel next to the bath. Your long hair is soaking wet and you know it would take a long while to dry it with a towel. From nowhere you feel a concentrated gust of wind . from all directions. Strangely it is totally silent, the wind is meticulously avoiding your ears. The sensation is very unusual but not unpleasant. in moments your hair is completely dry and sitting comfortably on your shoulders as if it had been professionally styled. You had taken some physics courses in college and couldn't even imagine the engineering that it must have taken to accomplish this, even without making the fans invisible.

Once dry you find that Cerve has left out a cute yellow sundress. Without prompting you slip it on along with the plain looking panties. The dress has some padding in the chest to make it look like you might have modest breasts. You feel pretty and delicate. The realization feels very good. You can't wait until the **** do their thing and give you an even more feminine figure but Cerve's fabrics are giving you a great preview.

Cerve must have noticed you looking in disappointment at your breasts.

Cerve : "It's about time for todays round of girl juice, are you ready?"

You nod and walk through the door which apparently just leads to the oversized kitchen. You wonder where you actually are on the floor plan right now. The thought slides off your mind, it's too disorienting to think about.

You make your way to the kitchen table where Cerve is holding the needle already filled with the potent ****. You lean over and hike your dress up, exposing your rump which is already noticeably larger than it was yesterday. You feel a prick and a gentle pressure as the cocktail makes its way into your body, making everything it touches more feminine. You feel your chest again, willing breasts to grow.