Mary looked at her reflection. She looked thinner. And maybe it was her imagination, but it almost seemed like her breasts were slightly bigger and her hair was a bit blonder. She shook her head, thinking that she might be seeing things. After all, she was looking at a reflection in a window, not a mirror. Things were bound to look slightly distorted.
She crossed her legs, apparently not realizing right away that her legs were bare, since she was now sporting a fashionable miniskirt instead of her capri slacks. She also didn't notice that her 3-inch heels were now 4-inch strapless heels. Her mind was too focused on how unfair it was that Brandian got to eat at J'Adore but not her. As she sat there stewing in her anger, her sensible blouse began to shrink slightly, hugging her new slightly larger breasts. She was taking on a sexier and more posh look, a type of look that Mary never had any interest in having.
