As you're contemplating this, Jeremy returns, arms laden with a few salmon, the sight of which sets your mouth watering. She sets them down on the table, then looks up. "What happened to you!?" she asks, noticing your improved figure and bust. You sigh. "This dress did it. All I wanted to do was get out of that stupid maid uniform...it's like there's nothing around here that doesn't transform you somehow, save for the fish and the booze." You hold up the bottle. "Want some?"
Jeremy smiles. "Oh God, yes, I haven't had a drink in years." She sits down at the table, and you pass her the bottle, while you set about filleting the fish; there's some assorted cast-iron cookware in a cupboard next to the fireplace, and the idea of pan-fried fish is enough to banish all worries about being a big-breasted cat-woman from your mind.
"So," Jeremy says, "the clothes transform you, then?"
You nod. "This dress did, anyway. I'd bet that any other intact outfits in there will as well, but I'm so damn tired of changing shape every hour or two that I'm pretty much planning on staying this way until we get home."
Jeremy smirks. "Staying that way? You sure?"
You shrug, setting up a heavy iron stand for the skillet. "Don't get me wrong; I'm not going to stay this way, not if I can help it. But every time I find something that transforms me, I wind up worse off than before. First I'm female, then I'm a cat-girl, then I'm a humanoid cat-woman, then I'm short, now I'm tall and sexy. I'd rather not find out what comes next. I'm just going to stick it out with this until I get home and can research a way of changing back."
Jeremy nods. "Makes sense. Hey, this is pretty good stuff. By the way, what's with the book?"
"I dunno," you reply, tending the fish carefully as it fries. "Might have something good in it, but after everything that's happened I'm not going to be the first."
Jeremy laughs. "I don't blame you. Still..." She trails off, looking thoughtfully at the book.