Sally had no explanation for what had happened, but as she cupped her impossibly firm DDs, running her long red nail extensions gently across the flesh, she stopped wondering why it had happened and resolved herself to fix it. All she knew was that the change had occurred after talking to the mailman, so she figured he must be involved somehow. Had he drugged her? Or did he have magical powers? It didn't matter, all she knew was she had to find him.
She was about to run out the door looking for him, but then she saw her outfit. A sheer red teddy and high waisted g-string... she couldn't be seen in the neighborhood like this.
Quickly, she scampered up to her room to find something decent to wear, but was dismayed to see her closet filled with equally racy outfits. She pawed through her dresser, which seemed to be filled entirely with bras and underwear, when finally she stumbled across a pair of jean shorts. Quickly, she pulled them on, struggling to pull them over her firm and shapely derriere. Finally, the flesh gave way with a satisfying jiggle and she buttoned them, ignoring the fact that her thong was still visible over the waistband.
Along with the jean shorts. she found a flimsy crop top and, finding nothing more concealing, threw it on as well. The fabric draped over her thick, full breasts, ending well above her tanned, toned belly. Sally checked herself out in the mirror.
"Ugh, I can't go out looking like this, I look like a cheap whore," she pouted. "Then again," she thought, puffing out her chest and turning around to examine her bubble butt. "If you got it, flaunt it," she smiled, throwing on a tall pair of bright red pumps without giving it a second thought. She nearly toppled over when she first stood up, but she quickly found her balance and effortlessly clattered her way downstairs.
She stepped outside, relishing the feeling of the cool breeze against her exposed flesh. She looked down the block and...
