Recognising the language as Spanish. The people around James are speaking it far too rapidly to be understood. The heat of the Sun is sweltering, and the whole time of day is different. He had to be half-way around the world. James' best guess was Spain itself! Spain, Europe! For all the sense that made.
But, despite the heat and the geographic change, one thing was far more immediate a priority. As James tugged at her clothes, her breasts bouncing and rippling at the sudden jerking of the neckline of her dress. James wasn't just a woman, but she was very womanly, and more than filled the dress.
It was her first time wearing sequins, and they sparkled and drew attention to her bust, to her waist, to her rump!
"You're my daughter." Ms. Martinez said, startling James, causing her to whirl around almost losing her footing. "Maria Martinez."
"All you need to do, is order a couple of drinks for us." Ms. Martinez, sat silently, beckoning the waitress to come and take James' order.
"Try your best." she advises, her tone hinting a dire consequences... As if, being remade into a busty chica isn't punishment enough, James thought to herself.
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