"NEXT TIME, I WON'T GIVE YOU A KEY. LEAVE ME ALONE!"
She crumpled the dollar bill to hide the message and scanned around the changing room, probably expecting to find Ty watching her. If only she knew...
She took her clothes to a bench and started to get dressed. But, as soon as she put on her panties and bra, she discovered the subtle change Ty made to her body earlier. When she pulled on the panties she had been wearing earlier, she found that they were too small now. Ty could feel how tightly they dug into her waist and crotch. She tried to ignore the discomfort and put on her bra, but that fit no better than the panties. She struggled to attach the hooks in the back, and when she did, her breasts were painfully squeezed into the too small cups.
"What the fuck?" she muttered to herself as she turned to look into a mirror. Although it was hard to see, she could tell that her hips seemed a bit wider, and her breasts looked just slightly larger, maybe by only one cup size.
She pulled on her tank top, which fit well enough. Then, she stepped into her jeans and tried to pull them up, but struggled to get them past her hips. "Damn it!" she said. "Come on!" She kept pulling while shaking her hips to wedge her way into her pants. Finally, she had the jeans all the way up, but she could not button them up no matter how much she tried to suck in her gut. Her hips were just too wide now to fit inside. She sighed and looked down at her legs where she noticed something else that seemed off.
The legs of her jeans were touching the floor, and they were not simply brushing against it. They rested in folds on the tops of her feet, and she could easily step on the extra length of her jeans with her heels now. They were just too long. "What the fuck?" she said again, a bit too loudly this time, she realized, when she got a dirty look from a woman nearby. Her jeans were too short and too tight around the waist.
Inside of her, experiencing her discomfort with sadistic glee, Ty mentally smiled to himself. He wondered how long it would be until she was willing to admit the truth of what had happened. Probably after she had gone through half of the clothes in her closet and drawers, she would get out the tape measure and check her dimensions again. She would discover that she had gained several inches around her hips, and not just in fat. Her hip bones and femurs had grown wider. She now sported a noticeable gap between her thighs even when she had her knees together. When she measured her inseam, she would discover she had lost a couple of inches of length in her legs as well. In fact, she was about 4 inches shorter now altogether, leaving her standing at just over five feet tall.
Then, there was her chest. Her already oversized breasts were actually a cup size larger now. She had struggled to find bras that fit before. She might have to make special orders now.
Probably, most people wouldn't notice the differences. They might just think she had changed the type of shoes she was wearing. No more high heels maybe. They might notice her curvier figure and imagine that she had just put on a bit of weight. They might realize her body had changed, but so what? How could they explain it? Cosmetic surgery? Some kind of obscure illness? Certainly, not magic.
The brunette put on her sandals and buttoned up the fly of her poorly fitting jeans as far as it would go. She stuffed the dollar bill in her back pocket and left the changing room, walking as quickly away from the beach as she could go. If she had been wearing shoes, she would have run away. She headed for home, hoping that this nightmare would be over now.
Ty rode along inside of her, not ready to let go of her just yet. He was taking a liking to her and wanted to see what she might do next. It was far from over.