Into the street

Sabrina dashed out of the building and around the corner, stopping only once she realised no one was coming after her for stealing the woman's outfit. Then she assessed her situation, and looked down at her new clothing.

Sabrina had bigger breasts than the redhead woman, and the bra top had been tight on her. Now the dark blue material was stretched several shades lighter, and every movement produced more underboob as the strain tried to pull it up and off her tits. Sabrina was certain she could see the outline of her aureolas through the material, but hoped it was her imagination. Then came her exposed stomach. Sabrina had never been as slender as she would like, and recently was aware she had let herself go, which was why she had initially blamed herself for her suit bursting at the seams. Now her pale stomach was hanging out below the top, until it reached her trousers. These were dark blue with a pink trim, like the top, but the backside of them stretched where they struggled to cover Sabrina's buttocks, the seam threatening to split apart if she wasn't very careful. Lastly came a pair of sneakers, which did seem to be Sabrina's size. That, at least, she had to feel grateful for.

"Now what?" she muttered to herself, looking around. She had arrived by subway, she hadn't used money because the gates at both stations were busted so she rode for free, handy since the curse she was under prevented her from remembering to bring anything which might have saved her from too much embarrassment. If she could find the same subway she could travel home the same way, but she was now certain that she had turned the wrong way out of the newspaper building, and she had no desire to walk back past the place she had recently both been nude and stripped another poor woman nude.

That left the option of walking, which could take all day, and Sabrina wasn't certain the curse was done yet. Or finding another way onto the subway, somehow. Or finding a bus, and concincing them to take her for free, which seemed very unlikely.

Actually, Sabrina thought as she hurried to adjust her top which had suddenly pinged upwards again and threatened to spill her breasts out, if her clothing kept misbehaving and she found a suitably pervy driver, maybe they would let her on for free.