Rachel didn't particularly want to be running around the house nude, just in case, so she ran back to her bedroom to get the lingerie off, pulling her shrunk top off as she went.
She arrived in her room, and it wasn't until she had undone the button on the denim shorts, letting them drop down to the floor, that she looked up. Everything in her bedroom had changed -- she had a canopy bed now, her furniture was now ebony- colored in a contemporary style, and her bookshelf and its contents had apparently been replaced by a TV. The wallpaper was now a red velvet material, the walls lined with framed black-and-white photographs of various well-built men and women -- artistic nudes, just short of being pornographic.
She forced herself to stop gawking, and practically yanked the red panties downward, then undid the clasp on the back of the bra and yanked that off, too.
The bra and the panties went up in bright orange flames, just like flash paper. Within seconds, they were gone, without even any noticeable amount of ash left behind. Rachel stood for a moment, breathing heavily, her enlarged breasts heaving.
Eventually, she figured she'd feel better if she put some clothes on. Disdaining the skimpy outfit that lay at her feet, she first went to the dresser. It was a different piece of furniture now, but she'd kept most of her bras and panties in the top drawer of the old one, so that's what she pulled out.
She discovered a treasure trove of sex toys and porno DVDs. On one side of the drawer were dildos and vibrators in plenty of shapes and sizes, plus some clamp-type things, and a few other items she couldn't identify. On the other side were a couple of stacks of DVDs, apparently both hetero and lesbian titles. Rachel looked at the large- breasted blonde on the cover of one of the DVDs and felt herself getting slightly aroused. That scared her enough to make her slam the drawer shut -- had she become a lesbian, or at least bi?
Fortunately, the second drawer from the top held undergarments. There didn't seem to be any plain white cotton anything, and it was all fairly skimpy, but Rachel managed to find an acceptable black lace bra and French cut panties.
The closet was a different story. Rachel stood in shock after opening the door. Everything in there looked like it came out of a porn movie costume department, from tight silk minidresses to leather corset tops to skirts that were guaranteed to provide a show. The shoes were of the fetish variety -- boots, sandals, and pumps, all with heels of at least 4 inches and most with corresponding platforms.