What I found was in fact quite surprising, I was capable of recognizing me, I wasn’t quite the same but I looked like myself in some way, but not everything was quite perfect.
“Eh, not bad I suppose” I heard the voice from behind, and even though it hurt a little bit I had to be sincere, compared to the girl at my side I wasn’t quite much of a looker that’s for sure; short slightly spiky hair, a face which wasn’t homely, some may say I was cute but the rest wasn’t so much better, seems that I suffered the old curse of the family, the good old ‘flat chest’ curse that afflicted every girl in my family except for my mother.
“Not bad indeed… but there is always space for improvements” I said looking at myself thinking what else to do with this poor physique, I could even feel slightly heavy due to the obvious slightly large belly under my shirt, I was really a mess it seemed “can you do something about this?” I said indicating with my hand that I was referring to my new body?
“Boss, no Beverly Hills doctor can be as good as me when it comes to changing the way you look, just say the word and even Marilyn Monroe would have been jealous of how you look, heck, look at me, that shows how amazing things could become” no false modesty, that’s my girl… I suppose… wait, she still looked hot like hell and I was still attracted to her, great, I’m a lesbian.
“I don’t want to look like a porn star, I mean, you look fabulous, but I don’t think I want to get that same look… how about this, would you give me a physique of a martial artist? Not the Ryu style, full of muscle, a little bit more feminine, less bulky, much leaner… like a ninja chick from that game…Rumble Roses”
“Benikage, now that’s a hot girl, want the same suit?” With eyes in a glare she simply raised her hands in defense, right now I did not want to wear only a full body fishnet suit. With a soft ping indicating the wish I felt my own body getting less flabby, my own muscle definition was much more defined but it looked extremely well, now I looked like a combination of a gymnast and a good martial artist “not bad” I said looking down at my own… chest… it felt so bizarre to look down and find ‘that’ there… not that there was much to find to say the true.
“You don’t look half as bad now… that is if you want to be called Roadwright Flats” my genie, the one woman who would never hurt me… or be hypocrite, what would I do without her?
“That’s not funny” I said looking down again, but I think she was mostly right, several of my cousins had already surgery to remove the curse, but one thing they all had in common (or should I say we all have in common?) is that the ‘flat chest’ curse was not fun “well… do you think you can do something about them?” I said not quite sure of what to do in this situation, with a soft ping I felt the change, almost like if I was inflating and lo and behold, right in front of me I have been changed.
“Those are 36c if you are wondering” I didn’t even know what was the difference, for now, but it was alright.
“So… how much has my life changed?”
“Look at your closet, I’m sure you’ll find your answer there” My genie told me sitting down on my bed once again, shrugging my shoulders (feeling the sudden movement of my gained breasts) I decided to follow her advice and opened my closet.
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