"Which would work better for now, the red or the green?" Naomi asked Jen. Naomi was holding two dresses up for inspection. One was a frilly green dress with a halter top neck line that would tie behind the neck. The red dress was strapless and long. Neither one was likely to fit over Naomi basketball breasts.
"I like the red better," Jen said from the bed. "But will it go with your wings?"
Naomi shot Jen a smirk then dissolved into laughter. It was difficult to find any clothing that would work with her new body. Light feathery wings out the back and bulky bare breasts out the front, it was wonder she could stand on her magically pointed toes. If she were not topless for the night, from Jen's dare earlier, she would have to look for a way to fix things. She might have to do that anyway but for now she put that thought out of her head.
"Have you thought about what you want to do with Dean?" Naomi asked as she untied her ballet slippers.
"No. He is fine for now. Do you think he will want to play much more? He seemed a little hesitant," Jen said watching her friend.
Naomi untied the bows for her corset and eased it off her body. Once free it reverted back to the t-shirt that it had been before. The tutu dress was another matter. Naomi had to use a mirror to find the zipper on her back and the wings kept getting in her way. Once loose the tutu peeled down grudgingly over her latex thighs. Squeaking and crinkling and popping in the way that latex clothing does Naomi was glad to finally step out from it when it hit the floor. As she did so the tutu reformed into a pair of cotton shorts. Finally naked Naomi took stock of her body in the mirror.
"At least cleaning your clothes will still be easy," Jen said. "When are your breasts supposed to return to normal?"
"I don't know. Maybe when I get sick of them," Naomi mused. She bent over trying to step into her dress but found her breasts in the way. With an annoyed flutter of wings Naomi almost lost her balance and nearly tumbled onto Jen. "Woah! Maybe I will be sick of them sooner than later."
Jen slapped her friends protruding ass playfully. "Do you need help getting that on?"
"No, I'll manage."
From downstairs a loud banging could be heard. Muffled shouts of alarm came up the hall and a few playful screams.
"I'm going to go and see what Cathy is doing with Dean," Jen said after the noise subsided.
"Alright. I'll be down soon. I hope the pizza guy comes quick; I'm hungry."
Jen stepped out of Naomi's room letting the door swing shut. Naomi sat on the edge of her bed not wanting to crush her wings by laying down. One handed, she was able to toss the dress over her pointed toes. Grasping hold with both hands she hopped off the bed to a standing position and pulled the dress up her body in one movement. Stand tall she did her best to haul the top of her dress over her breasts but their shear size and the fabric's lack of stretch prevented it. Naomi settled for it snuggling up under the fold of her tits.
Zipping the dress closed, caused the magic to activate. No sooner had she let go when the dress seemed to melt into latex. Naomi would never get tired of that. The deep-red colour of her dress was enhanced by its suddenly glossy sheen. The top the would normally have been under her arm, became tight like a simple corset and the flowing fabric of the dress quickly shank down to be a very tight, form-fitting skirt that reached the floor. If not for the slit that ran up one leg to her knee it would have been a hobble dress. As it was walking was difficult as Naomi's legs seemed reluctant to slide inside the dress and her step length was shortened considerably. If she did not have pointed toes she would have been tripping over six inches of latex dress. That left her shoes.
Dancing lightly over to closet Naomi selected a pair of red three-inch heels. Her ballet shoes had reverted back to socks and she wondered if shoes would change to fit her en-pointe feet. If not maybe more socks would have to be worn. Naomi twisted almost sideways to set the heels in a clear spot on the floor. Hiking up her skirt as best she could, she stepped into the toe part of her shoes. As if sensing her intentions, the shoes magically stretched over her feet forming ballet-heel shoes in a perfect matching red latex material. Naomi walked about getting the feel not really needing to practice with such verticality. Her wings fluttered in delight.
The door bell chimed again. It was the pizza guy. Naomi remembering her delayed curse on Jen made her way downstairs as best she could to see the results. Mincing her way to the stairs she had to take them slowly but quick enough to reach the living room before Jen came back from the door.