"Ugh," you think, "this shirt is so distracting. Why are these tits so sensitive and heavy..."
You say out loud, "I wish my top would just fit correctly!"
You groan as you realize you've done it again. You feel your clothes shift around your body. You boobs suddenly feel a little less heavy and seem to pull on your chest less. You check yourself in the mirror and see you're now wear a pink t-shirt that is cut to suggest an hour glass figure and has room for your ample bust. You can just make out bra lines. You're wearing a bra. Of course you are. You sigh. Besides it being pink and the feminine cut your outfit doesn't look too different from what you were wearing before all of this.
"Now what," You ask out loud.
You're all girl now and are wearing clothes that fit. You try to think carefully and thoughtfully about you're next move, but there is something nagging at the back of your mind. Something you can or should do but you can't quite figure out what it is.
In desperation you blurt out, "I wish..."