You decided in that moment you would acquiesce to Brandy for this experience. The doors to this otherworldly store were locked, and it was just you and Brandy. Looking down the numerous aisles, you speculate Brandy could produce a copy of any garment in the world if you looked long enough. There were many appealing options. The racks were full end to end. Some sections showed complete outfits with accessories. Some sections held just a single piece of clothing.
Holding to your resolve to trust yourself to Brandy, you decide first on a set of matching white lace bra and panties. You're unfamiliar with the female sizes listed on the tag, but they seem to be an appropriate size. The cups of the bra seem large and have share a lovely floral pattern with the panties. You face grows hot as you pull it off the rack. Brandy smiles encouragingly. "A better selection was never made."
With that extra support, you head to the dressing rooms swinging past the red velvet curtain that obscures the open door and enter a long hallway. The floor is covered with the same black and white marbled floor. On either side of the hallway are closed white wooden doors. Halfway down the hallway, you see one of the white doors is slightly ajar with a soft pink light coming from inside the room. You approach the white doorway and push the door open. You were expecting a dressing room, but instead found a large bedroom. The room would easily take up the spacing of 3 or 4 of the doors. "Just more magic" you suspect as you enter the room and shut the door behind you.
In the center of the room, there is a four post bed with white engraved posts on the sides. The bed is covered with satin pink and lilac sheets. There is also a white dressing table and a full length mirror in the room next to a closet full of clothes. You place the matching bra and panties on top of the dressing table and take a deep breath. The room smells sweet of raspberries and strawberries.
You strip out of all your clothes setting them all inside a hamper in the lower half of the closet. With slight hesitation, you pull the white lace panties up to your waist. They hang off your waist like a poorly inflated balloon. The hips and rear are too baggy. Lastly, you take up the white lace bra sliding your arms through the straps. You contort your arms behind you fumbling with the clasp for a moment before it latches. The empty cups hang off your chest.
You stand awkwardly in silence for a single moment when suddenly you start to feel a little dizzy and a little woozy. You stumble your way to the satin bed and lie down on your back. You feel completely relaxed and unable to move with any coordination. A second strong wave of dizziness overtakes you at the same time your body starts to tingle. Your body starts to tingle and feel warm and fuzzy. Another moment passes and suddenly, you can feel your body is starting to change. You feel your breasts are starting to grow. You can feel them getting rounder and bigger. You can feel the weight of your breasts pushing you down. Next you notice hips starting to grow wider and curvier and you can feel your waist going inward slightly.
You feel tingly and warm and soft. You love the feeling this is giving you. Next you feel you thighs becoming more plump and shapely, and you calves becoming softer and shapely, and you feet becoming smaller and your hands becoming smaller and more elegant. You can feel your arms becoming more elegant and you upper arms becoming rounder and more feminine. Your hair is starting to grow, becoming soft and curly. Your breasts are still getting bigger and bigger. They are feeling so heavy on you and your nipples become sensitive as your nipples become erect.
You feel a tingling sensation between your legs. You move your hand down and you feel soft pubic hair, and a beautiful juicy pussy. You run your hands up and down your thighs, your hips, your waist and your rounded tummy, and you feel so sensual and aroused.
When the wooziness and the tingling subside, you get out of the four post bed and walk over to the full length mirror, and you see yourself as a beautiful curvy women. Big, voluptuous, and beautiful. You move your hands over your breasts squeezing them gently which sends shivers of delight throughout your entire body. You run your hands down your side into the curve of your waist and hips feeling your perfect hourglass figure and your round buttocks. You are so beautiful and rounded and voluptuous. So feminine and irresistible.
Your reverie is interrupted by a tepid knock at the door. Brandy is outside and she murmurs through the door "Can I come in yet Darling?"
"Just a minute!" You say. You softly gasp at the sound of your girly voice. It is foreign to your ears and is a surreal sensation to grasp the words you are articulating come out of a different voice. You walk to the door with a surprising amount of gracefulness you never possessed before. You lay a hand on the doorknob pausing to look at your soft pristine skin and manicured shiny, clear nails. With a newfound confidence, you swing the door open to see an expectant Brandy through the threshold.
Brandy instantly yelps with excitement. Her almond eyes are misty and she is wearing a effervescent smile. "Oh Darling! You looks absolutely fabulous! Glow up of the century." You notice you are subconsciously returning her effervescent smile. "You may have noticed the closet full of clothes over there," Brandy said gesturing to the end of the room. "If you're happy with everything, you can go home with your new complete wardrobe today. I guarantee everything will fit you exquisitely. So? What will it be Darling?" indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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