Three hours later, Margaret returned home. Becky, Charlotte, and Neza had long left, leaving the house empty. However, they’d left one crucial thing behind.
“A helmet? I hope Becky isn’t riding any motorcycles.” Margaret said, picking up the helmet. For some odd reason, she felt compelled to put in on.
She looked each way, ensuring that no one would see her. Finally, she put the helmet on.
Instantly, Margaret changed again. Her C cup breasts firmed up and grew to J cups. Her hips thickened up and her rear grew to match her giant breasts. Her waist stayed the same, though her stomach became flatter and she gained a bit of a six pack.
Her hair grew much longer than it had been, going from shoulder length all the way down to her hips. Her face became much more heavily made up as her lips puffed up. Wrinkles began to soften and disappear, leaving the mature woman looking a bit younger.
All of Margaret’s strictness began to disappear once again, making her even more lax than she had been before her first transformation. Her mind filled with an extreme, insatiable lust towards women, and memories of her precious encounters with attractive clients that she’d represented became much more perverted.
“What was I doing, again?” She said. “Oh! I am still wearing Becky’s helmet. I wish she would just tell if she purchased a motorcycle. I hope she knows she can tell me anything.” Margaret said, leaving the helmet back on the counter where she’d gotten it from.