Day One

Celeste

Celeste laid her head in her arms, already exhausted from having to deal with customers all day. So many people at the GrandMart, especially at her area of electronics. She felt the feel of her red sweater on her forehead, the heaviness of her store vest, the tightness of her jeans.

Actually, her whole outfit felt tight. It seemed to hug her body a little more than it normally did. She looked down, and she could see the sweater was more attached to her chest.

Did it get wet or something? What the hell.... She could see her breasts popping out. They were a little bigger. Still a cup, but growing. She may need to talk to her specialist about this.

"Hey!"

Celeste looked up and waved to the young attractive (if a bit chubby) 19-year old woman with short, messy purple hair, a Cowboy Bebop t-shirt, wearing sweatpants that ended at her ankles. She was wearing the same vest as Celeste

"Hey, Janine." Celeste moved a little to accommodate her old friend. They had been very close in high school, and Celeste's transition hadn't diminished that at all. In fact, it strengthened their bond, especially with both being back away from college.

"Tough day, huh?"

"Yeah, a lot of customers. Just exhausted." Celeste noted there was a faint squeak to her voice. Like it's slightly higher pitched.

"I know the feeling. We're halfway there, though, so we can hang in."

Celeste and Janine caught up, talking about whatever anime or Marvel shows they were binging. Celeste took a moment to look at Janine's chest. It was odd, but between herself, her mother this morning, and now Janine, every woman's chest seems to be increasing in size.

You're tired. Celeste shook it off. You're not thinking straight.

"All Staff Report to Staff Room" the intercom interrupted their conversation.

Janine and Celeste continued their conversation as they walked into the staff room and took their seats with other GrandMart employees. The store manager, Laura Chang-Leibowitz, a 35 year old half-Chinese woman with a tight bun in her black hair, wearing a striped black and white shirt and khakis, stood in front of the employees. Celeste again noted that her boobs were bigger than they should be.

"Alright, a few things. As you might've heard, GrandMart has had a big shake-up at the corporate level, and the new CEO has instituted a number of changes that are being implemented in every store."

"They're still offering products at low prices, but they feel the GrandMart name needs an upgrade. It's considered too lowbrow and low quality. They're going to try to focus on making the store more 'appealing; and 'high quality service.'

"They are going to transfer some people around to other stores nearby. They say that it's to increase efficiency and culture. I don't have all the details, but I will be meeting with all of you who are transferring."

"And for those of you who remain, there will be a big change: a uniform, so that we could be more connected with the brand, and to represent them."

Those last two points caused an uproar of anger and confusion.

"I know this is a big change, which is why we are going to be working..."

Laura continued, as Celeste and Janine eyed each other and the crowd complaints grew.

All those directives were very vague and corporate sounding. Though the uniforms was a particularly strange one. The vests were a perfectly adequete way of representing "the brand", why a full uniform?

Celeste had an uneasy feeling about the whole thing.

Diana

"Alright, almost done with this thing....", Diana added in the last bit of information into the arrest report, and hit send. "And done!"

"For a robbery case, that was a lot of work," Marisol Rodrigo, Diana's long time partner, leaned to her side. The brunette lightly tanned latina had her hair wrapped in a bun and crossed her arms over her inflated breasts. Unlike Diana, with her short hair and somewhat masculine demeanor, Marisol was slightly more feminine, shown with her pink button-up shirt and red lipstick. Still, she had long dark grey trousers and loafers.

"They robbed a lot, you need to catalog it all." Diana got up to collect her stuff. She stretched for a little bit.

"Damn, these clothes are too tight!" Her suit really seized up on her chest and on her ass. It had been uncomfortable to wear all day.

"Same. Yeah, I think I've had these for too long, I may need to get some new ones."

"Yeah, I might just do that too. Don't know which clothes to replace either."

The two gathered their things and talked as they left the cubicle. As they walked, they noticed that a lot of the uniformed female officers were also struggling with the size of the uniform. Many of them looked uncomfortable in their standard uniforms.

Diana and Marisol bumped into their colleagues Ramesh Sharma and Jim Dowling, fellow detectives. They caught up for a bit, and discussed work. The two pairs were both friends and rivals. They joked around, argued over who had the better arrests that month, and Sharma joked that the two could also type up their reports.

As the two male detectives left, they lightly patted their female counterparts on the ass. Marisol and Diana were startled, but decided to let it go. Boys will be boys, and the two were known for their womanizing. Hell, Marisol had a very healthy romantic life. Diana had seen her with many girls.

Diana, on the other hand, had trouble finding love since her divorce. While bi, she found she just couldn't find much love with any gender.

The two women continued to talk, until they met with their police chief. Rose Fink was a short woman in her mid-40's, with somewhat pale skin, coppery hair, and very thin, with the exception of her large bust. She had been wearing a tan suit with a grey undershirt and large glasses.

To her side was a younger man in one of the standard police uniforms.

"Ah, Hodgkins and Rodrigo! Glad to see my best officers hard at work. I don't think either of you have met my son Dylan. He's recently passed the lieutenant exam, so he'll be observing me and all of my employees at the moment."

"Nice to meet you, ladies." Dylan shook their hands.

"Oh." Chief Fink sighed.

"What happened?" Diana was concerned for her boss' safety.

"Nothing. Just feeling these clothes are a little too tight."

"Yeah, it seems to be a problem overall." Marisol lamented. "Most of the women have been having that problem."

"Yeah, I don't exactly know what to do." Chief Fink adjusted herself.

"Mom, if I may, I was actually thinking about how officers dress and how their uniforms work, and it might solve this crisis."

"Okay, How?" Diana raised an eyebrow.

"We just need to make some adjustments to the uniform and the dress code. Try to meet everyone's needs."

"Alright, we'll see." Diana and Marisol were mostly concerned with how to get home after a hard day at work.