"I'd better think of something better to go out in than just a robe," you say to yourself. You feel your c-cup breasts hanging free beneath your robe and concentrate on turning it into a bra. The material along your body and arms shudders, shrinking backwards lack some sort of amorphous blob as it forms up against your new breasts. You twitch a little as the changing fabric rubs against your tender nipples. Soon enough, you have a frilly, lavender bra supporting your perky c-cups. A small bow sitting in its center.
"Hmm...", you mutter as your imagination, and more importantly your lust, starts to run wild. Something cute. You imagine a frilly girl's dress, and one appears on you. It's a flowing pink dress with some lace in the front and frilly accents. You shake your head and watch as the color changes into a blue color with white accents. The neckline lowers and squares off, leaving a fair bit of your new cleavage pressing out against it.
You concentrate on your legs and white stockings appear, rolling softly up your ankles and calves to be tied off in little blue bows above your knees. On your feet you see a shiny blue pair of flats, a small strap running across the tops of your feet. You twist one ankle idly as you stare at them, feeling a flutter of butterflies in your stomach as you look at how cute your dainty little feet look now.
You notice the dress hangs down flatly to your knees. It doesn't seem fancy enough for your tastes, so you think about how it might look if it were a bit girlier. You watch the hem of the dress begin to expand outwards. The dress spreads out much wider, adorned with several layers of lace and many blue and white ribbons as the layers of a thick, fluffy petticoat press out from underneath it. In the back of the dress, a giant blue bow ties up a belt around your waist. Its long tails hang down to just beneath the hem of your skirts. You make the short white sleeves of the dress puff up in the shoulders, tied off with blue ribbon. Smooth, pure white gloves appear on your tiny hands, tied off with more blue ribbon at your wrists, with an inch or two of frills reaching further up your arms.
Makeup splashes lightly onto your face, and you admire how pretty it now looks. Your nail polish flickers before turning blue. You decide to compliment the look by growing your hair into a long, thick blonde mane that is kept away from your face by a white hairband with a blue bow on it.
"I'm so pretty!" you squeak in a voice even higher and sweeter than before. "Now everyone will want to help me find my girlfriend!" You giggle with glee.
You start to head towards the door.