"What kind of person would I be," asked Stud Muffin rhetorically, "if I forced you to spend all your money on a completely new wardrobe? Not to mention accessories!"
He pressed one final button on his device, and once again, it glowed briefly.
With that, the now ill-fitting clothes being worn by the line of women began to expand over newly enlarged breasts, but shrink in most other respects. Pants became miniskirts or short shorts. Tops now revealed flat stomachs and deep cleavage -- Jon could see that Karyn's now-tiny sweater only had two buttons to hold it closed over her melon-sized tits. The diner waitresses were now wearing a bright pink vinyl costume that could only be described as an erotic parody of a waitress uniform.
The woman all gained a few inches in height, but it was because their shoes had transformed into various types of high heels. Karyn's were white fetish shoes with what must have been a 6-inch platform and 10-inch heels.
The promised accessories appeared in the form of extra jewelry -- in many cases, filling new piercings. Karyn had a charm dangling from her navel and a few added earrings, in addition to a rhinestone choker necklace and a silver ring on almost every finger.
Makeup appeared on the women's faces as if each were being worked on by an invisible beautician. Cheeks went from natural to pink to red. Eyelashes became darker and longer. Eyes were shadowed with prominent color. Lips appeared larger and acquired a definite gloss along with various shades of crimson.
That appeared to be it. Stud Muffin slowly walked the line. "Very nice," he said.
Jon looked down the row of transformed women. It was almost as if the cast of an "exotic" porn movie was standing here in this diner. And that's when Jon realized he had a hard-on that was straining against his jeans -- and simultaneously realized that his wish from yesterday, that something unpredictable but sexually exciting would happen, had been granted.
Jon wondered if Stud Muffin was finished with his transformations.
