Hearing this news about a “flexibility clause”, meaning that you were basically a walking mood ring, puts several ideas in your mind of how this newfound power could be utilized.
After being treated like everyone's plaything for the entire day, you thought that you may finally have a way out this crazy, mixed up life yet. You finally had a new card to play with, and you were aiming to play it to your best advantage. You you decide to rationally analyze this epiphany at a later date, probably just after you check out of work.
The number one concern you now had was that now you had to be VERY careful about how you let other people affect you on an emotional or mental level, because having someone provoke or groom you into acting a certain way could trigger another change. You were going to have to learn to muster much greater emotional self control than you were used to wielding, lest you lose agency over your personality and body. You might even have to start keeping a journal just to be 100% sure that memories you had matched up with the ones you recorded down in a notebook.
“OK, so it's nice meeting you here” you tell Paige, “But I need to get back to work. Talk to you later at the apartment, OK?”
Paige looked at you oddly, perhaps noticing the wheels turning in your head, but she seemingly decided to ignore it for now.
“Well I'm just glad that you're finally coming to terms with being a girl. See ya on the dance floor Ashley” said the red headed witch as she made her way out the door before falling on her heels. You grinned like the Cheshire Cat and helped pick her up.
“Looks like you've just had a bit too much to drink, young lady” you inform your roommate sardonically before pushing her away into the darkness of the club.
**
You continued waiting tables and flirting with horny guys all night. It seemed that reality had changed to compensate for your larger boobs, because that's all anyone talked about for the rest of the evening, about how you were the waitress with the big knockers. However, that just meant bigger tips. You notcied that there were moments during the flirting and playful touching that you were beginning to lose yourself in the character you had created for yourself, the coquettish young maiden who finally let her inner slut out when the sun went down, but just as you began to feel a tingle in your body, you regained control of yourself.
It was then when you realized something, and you weren't exactly sure how to feel about it. All of this: the money, the guys, the flirting was the most fun you've had in your life in a long, long time.