Your maid uniform is very uncomfortable and not very handy, so you open the trunk and search for some more comfortable clothes.
The most of the clothes are only perforated, moth-eaten rags which are complete useless. You can't even say what was their former colour or form. But under these garbage you find a red dress.
It is a bit too big for your momantary size, but with some corrections it will fit better than your maid clothes.
The dress is a one-piece dress with a not small cleavage and a lace border. The colour is a red which has faded a bit and you notice that the dress was made for a person with a very curvy shape.
You put of your old clothes and put on the dress. When you look in a mirror which stands in a corner of the shack, you mention that dress was made for someone with a greater cup-size than you and it is very snug on the waist. Also you are about 1'6" too small for the clothes and you must take care of not stumble over the border.
When you look at yourself in the mirror and you mention that after a while the dress fit better. You look closer and see that you are now 5'7" tall and your waist is now leaner. You look at your chest and see that your breasts have expanded to a well-formed D-cup. They fit perfect into the cleavage which gives everyone who look at you a unmodesty view about the upper side of your breasts. Because of the expanding of your breasts you must remove your bra and so only wear your panties under the dress.
You notice that you look very beatiful in this dress, but you try to repress this.
"Damn!", you say. "I'm transformed again. But after a all I have my old size, even when I look like a fantasy princess with huge boobs."
You continue to watch your new shapoe during you wait for Jeremy.