You consider your current body and tell Sarah "I guess I'll stay like this for a day, you did work hard on it."
"The weekend, as a minimum." She replied
"Fine. But I need my fingers back."
Sarah quickly removes the breasts hiding your fingers before placing the breastinator on your desk. "Mom wants us down for dinner soon, I don't know if you can wear clothes anymore, but just so you know"
You look at the clock, sure enough, it's getting close to dinnertime. Opening your dresser, you see that your clothes are all larger, and all your pants have a button on the back to facilitate your tail.
It takes a few minutes, but you eventually get the pants on. Your torso configuration means your arms are really only useful in front of you, so the button in back was the most challenging part of getting dressed in simple jeans and a t-shirt, not bothering with underwear as you no longer have anything for them to protect.
Movement is also a challenge, you discover. Turning in hallways and rooms designed for people that don't have a six foot long tail that they can't control or bend themselves is hard enough, but as your tail boob regained feeling, you realized how sensitive it is.
You almost fell down from the pleasure as your tail hit the doorway, and again taking the corner into the dining room.
The resto of your family is already at the table, and you notice that the chair you usually sit in has been replaced with a cushioned stool that you can sit on with your changed body.