You see your clothes still lying on the chair where you left them last night. It doesn't occur to you until after you've walked over to put them on, jiggling all the way, that they probably won't fit you in your current form.
Your plain white bra is on the top of the pile. You pick it up, expecting to be dismayed, but you realize that it's changed -- the cups are quite obviously larger, and the band is wider. The tag reads "36DD." You blink a couple of times and then examine the rest of your clothes -- they're all bigger. Whatever magic gave you this voluptuous body overnight, it seems, also altered your clothes to fit.
You maneuver your enlarged breasts into the cups of the bra, and shut the Velcro closure in the back with practiced ease. You pull the straps up to your shoulders, first the left, then the right. Just as you get the right strap in place, the bra morphs, almost instantly becoming a lacy black model, obviously designed to show off rather than to support.
A bit confused, you take the bra off. You're half expecting it to change back, but it stays in its lacy black form. You shrug and put it back on -- guess whatever magic is working on you, it isn't done yet.
You step into your white cotton panties, and as you pull them up, they change in your hands to a silky black thong that barely hides your private parts, and feels a bit uncomfortable in your ass crack.
You pull your knee-length denim skirt on, and just as you button it, its bottom hem quickly rises upward until you're wearing little more than a narrow strip of cloth, covering a couple inches of your thighs. Meanwhile, the waistband of your thong is now fully visible.
You put on what had been a loose-fitting T-shirt, and as you pull your long hair through the neck hole, the shirt shrinks in all dimensions, becoming a tight V-neck tank- top that shows off your midriff.
Cushioned by your larger ass, you sit down on the chair and pull on your white cotton ankle socks, first the left and then the right. As you take your hands off the right one, both socks start to lengthen as their color and composition change; within seconds, you're wearing black thigh-high fishnet stockings.
You have a pretty good idea of what's going to happen as you slip your feet into your sneakers. The instant you finish tying the laces on the right shoe, they morph into a pair of black platform sandals with impressively high heels.
You stand up and walk back over to the mirror. Now that you're clothed in a skimpy outfit, you're taken aback by just how beautiful and sexy you look -- maybe a little too beautiful and sexy. You look like something straight out of a man's fantasies. You shiver at that thought, but not from the morning chill in the air; despite your lack of substantial clothing, you're comfortably warm.