Whatever was going to happen to Ronnie, she knew one thing: with Cynthia on board, she was smoking, the kind of hot that simply demanded to be taken out and shown off. A blip of warmth circulating in her heart seemed to indicate that her roommate shared the sentiment. They needed to get out of this stuffy apartment while the night was young, and go share in all the fun.
It had been a while since either of them had gone to a bar or a nightclub, both girls being too busy with work and university classes. Tonight, though, both of those things couldn't have been farther from their minds. Ronnie hurried back to her room, digging into her closet to locate something that showed off all the delicious changes her body had undergone. A sexy black number caught her eye, along with a matching pair of heels that just added to her already-considerable height. Perfect.
Only after she laid out the dress did a problem occur to her: fitting inside. The issue of a bra and underwear she could solve easily by grabbing some of Cynthia's undergarments - the underwear was nice and snug, and the bra was just large enough to hold in her expanded chest with a tantalizing push-up effect. But the dress had been designed to hug her stick-like old frame nicely, and would never hope to fit her new frame.
A few moments of pondering that conundrum passed before she felt a tug at her arm, Cynthia urging her towards the dress. Trusting her slimy body-partner, Ronnie reached out, placing her hand upon the black fabric, and giggled with excitement as she felt some of her roommate slipping out onto the garment. A tiny amount of slime soaked out into the threads, forming an intricate web of bright blue patterning that made the otherwise-simple number far more visually exciting.
It took her another minute to realize that the dress was growing, stretching out much as her own body had swelled. Under her roommate's touch, it grew out into a shape that would perfectly fit her new hourglass figure, the light blue patterns helping to further show off her incredible curves. As soon as Cynthia was done and retreated into Ronnie, she grabbed the dress and pulled it on, sighing as it settled perfectly into hugging her body. It was almost skintight, and yet she didn't feel even slightly restricted by it.
With heels quickly slipped on afterwards, she turned to check herself in the mirror, and could feel a stickiness between her legs simply from her reflection. Statuesque, impeccably dressed, and staring into the mirror with blue eyes full of passion - if she wasn't dead-set on heading out to enjoy herself, Ronnie might have simply started making out with her own reflection. Cynthia seemed to improve, her liquid form bubbling within Ronnie excitedly.
All that remained was one important question. "Where are we headed, sexy?" There were a few different places she could think of to hit up, some of which she wouldn't have really gone to before - but with this incredible body and with Cynthia's confidence bolstering her own, Ronnie felt like she could take on the whole world right now.