18-year old Baptist girl Jane Miller stood in front of the mirror and nodded, finding today's outfit acceptable - a long-sleeved high-necked starch white blouse, an ankle-length beige skirt, and a pair of plain brown flat shoes. She was presentable and conservative. Perfect. Underneath it all, she was attractive - C-cup breasts, a slim and somewhat curvy body, but she'd make sure boys never saw it. They'd get sinful thoughts and ...
"Breakfast is ready!" her mom yelled from downstairs.
"Coming!" she yelled back.
She started to walk away from the mirror, when suddenly a very odd sensation overcame her. She looked back at the mirror in time to see that her clothing was shrinking! Well, not shrinking exactly, but definitely changing. The sleeves on her blouse got shorter and shorter until they were barely sleeves at all. Then her high collar turned into a low one, a scoop neckline that showed off the cleavage of her breasts, now encased in a black lace bra, instead of the plain white one she remembered putting on earlier that morning. The bottom of the blouse was then tied beneath the bottom of her breasts. Then she watched as the bottom of her long skirt began to creep up her legs, past her knees, and all the way up to just below the bottom of her ... well, bottom. She felt something moving beneath her too-short skirt and just knew that her panties must be changing too. They felt smaller, more stringy. Her shoes changed too, becoming high heeled, something she'd never worn before. And the small cross necklace she wore around her neck fell into the cleavage of her breasts, then turned more gaudy-looking.
Her eyes wide, she looked over her new outfit. She looked like some kind of slutty school girl! How did this happen?
Wed Sep 07 13:30:05 2016