"Fix this right now, si'vous plas!" Monique said stomping her foot on the stair causing her breasts to jiggle behind her arms.
"I can't right now," I said trying to think as fast as I could. "The illusion wears off on its own."
"But Ah cannot work like this," she said again. She was almost on the verge of hitting me or crying.
"Maybe, I can give you a costume capable of stretching around you." Muttering under my breath a wish for her costume to be able to accommodate her new breasts.
"You bettah be ah-ble," she started when there was a change to her costume. It suddenly be came shinier than the cheep faux-satin it was before. A look of puzzlement came over her face as Monique noticed the change. In the dim light of the back stair I could see very little of the change but I was sure something had happened.
Quickly she ran her fingers around the low neck-line and popped her exaggerated breasts behind her new top accompanied by a crinkle and snap. Monique gave a little shimmy allowing her breasts to sway a little from side to side. Everything seemed to hold nicely. Monique beamed me a little smile and brushed passed on her way to the door as it rang once again.
At the bottom of the stairs in full light I got one last look at her shiny new costume. The sent of new tires confirmed my suspicions. I wondered if I really wanted to go to the party anymore or if I wanted to wait for Monique to return.