Why Buy It if You Aren't Going to Wear It

You slip out of the emerald wrap dress, which has grown noticeably tighter around your newly enhanced curves. The fabric sighs with relief as you hang it up. Standing in just your underwear, you examine your transformed body in the mirror—the fuller C-cup breasts from yesterday's spin and now the perfectly rounded bottom and wider hips that give you an exaggerated hourglass figure. It's strange seeing this body as yours, yet with each passing hour, it feels less alien.

You reach for the crisp white button-down shirt first, sliding your arms into the cool, semi-transparent fabric. It fits perfectly across your shoulders but strains slightly over your chest. As you fasten the buttons, you notice how they're spaced just far enough apart that the fabric gaps between them, offering teasing glimpses of your skin beneath. The third button sits precisely between your breasts, creating a perfect focal point for wandering eyes.

"Not exactly office-appropriate," you murmur to yourself, turning sideways to see how the shirt tapers dramatically at the waist before flaring over your enhanced hips.

Next comes the pencil skirt—sleek, black, and deceptively conservative until you pull it up. It hugs every new curve ruthlessly, emphasizing your bottom to an almost cartoonish degree. The hem stops just above your knees, but when you take a step, a slit at the back reveals a flash of thigh.

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"Jesus," you whisper, trying a tentative walk around your bedroom. Your newly proportioned body creates an exaggerated sway with each step, the skirt gripping your enhanced assets like a second skin. You find yourself automatically adjusting your gait—hips swinging more, steps smaller, posture more upright to balance the weight of your chest against your protruding backside.

Curious, you try bending over to pick up the discarded packaging from the outfit. Immediately, you understand the note's warning—bending at the waist causes the skirt to ride up dramatically, exposing the bottom curve of your buttocks. The shirt's buttons strain dangerously, the third one threatening to pop open.

You straighten quickly, face flushing. "Definitely one button away from disaster," you mutter, adjusting the shirt again. It's revealing without being overtly scandalous—the perfect outfit to drive someone crazy while maintaining plausible deniability.

There's a knock at your bedroom door. "Mia?" David calls. "You've been in there a while. Everything okay?"

"Just changing," you call back, your voice coming out higher and breathier than intended. "I'll be right out."

"We need to talk about... you know, the situation," he says through the door. "I ordered some lunch if you're hungry."

Your stomach rumbles at the mention of food—you haven't eaten since breakfast at Clara's. "Sounds great," you reply, giving yourself one final assessment in the mirror. The outfit is working exactly as advertised, clinging to every new curve while looking just professional enough to pretend it's not intentionally sexy.

As you move toward the door, you feel one of the shirt buttons loosen slightly, seemingly of its own accord. You quickly refasten it, wondering if you imagined it. The fabric also feels warmer against your skin now, becoming ever-so-slightly more transparent where it touches your body heat.

Taking a deep breath, you prepare to face David in this provocative outfit, curious to see his reaction to both your enhanced curves and your daring new look.

14:30 | Sunday 3 August 2025 | Your bedroom in the Putney flat

All daily tasks completed!

Return Points: 25/100

Babe Bucks: 10