To your relief, your breasts doesn't grow any more at the moment and you stare at your breasts, still in shock. You poke them and twitch at the strange feeling it gave them.
You try to find the note, as you realized what you did with it. You put it in your pocket? You don't have any pockets! That was weird, and you search the floor for the note that you probably dropped in the folds of the dress thinking it was a pocket.
Suddenly you feel something in your hand again and you pick it up to read. You realize it was another part of the note, and you read it.
It's okay to do that though, I don't mind. With a gorgeous body like yours, I wouldn't mind to show myself off too. I mean, I wish I had those tits. Not to mention that hair you have. It used it be as short as a boys. Now, it's trailing on the floor, those rich shiny blonde locks dragging along the floor without even getting a speck of dirt on them. I felt it as you walked past me, it was silky and was soft and smooth to the touch. Also, I think those eyes are stunning. Bright green, and natural! Any girl would be jealous (myself included, but I'm your friend, so I have a right).
The note again ends there, but you suddenly feel your breasts twitch and swell a little again. It was now an A-cup, and you touch them again, thinking how surreal this was. Your head itches all of a sudden, and you scratch it wildly, as the itchiness turns to extreme uncomfort. You turn to the mirror and gasp as your short black-brown hair is now blonde and up to your shoulders. You also note that your brown eyes are now bright shining green.
You turn away as you try to ignore your hair and breasts that wobble as you walk to the bed and sit down, knowing that the note was behind all of this, if you can just find who's writing it...