Still expecting someone to jump out on you, and shout 'Gotcha!', you type into the program an obvious lie.
"Calvin Howard, is a busty secretary."
Looking around you see no-one nearby, you don't hear any nearby sniggering. Hitting Ctrl-S, you save it, maybe that'll trigger the joke.
Nothing seems to happen, well, the swivel chair feels more padded. Twisting around you look again for pranksters. As you do, it dawns on you that something is wrong. Very wrong, as the lock of blonde hair flashes across your face you bat it aside.
A wave of sensations washes over you, as though a dam has just burst. You feel the width of your hips, the fullness of your ass. The constriction of a bra, and the weight of a bust filling their cups. The band around your chest is tight, but the shoulder straps are undeniably digging in painfully.
A glance downwards confirms what you can already feel. As you see the expanse of a bust. Your bust! Rising out of the seat, it topples backwards. Your feet refuse to lie flat and you know that you're wearing heels too.
Even with their boost, you aren't as tall as before. But, it's the other changes that are a higher priority than a few inches from your height.
There's a few precious inches elsewhere that you miss much more! Fingers reaching to cover/explore/hide/deny your crotch. You discover only that you're fully changed a woman from head to toe... and all the bits inbetween.
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Feeling dizzy, you steady yourself with one hand on the desk. But that only reveals your slim new hand, slender fingers, and those painted nails. A warbling moan deep in your throat is incoherent, but expresses exactly how you feel. Scattered around the desk are your other pieces of make-up. Worryingly you recognise them, the blusher, the lipstick, the mirror and just as bad you know how to use them!
Snapping open the mirror, you see how cute you look. A touch too bimbo if you want to be critical, there's a vapid innocence to your wide eyes, a confusion that suggests you're normally the last one to get a joke.
The room starts to spin, as you struggle to take it all in.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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