In shock, you hesitantly place your hands over your breasts. A bizarre sensation washes over them, and you retract your hands immediately. They are still shaking with a series of jiggles as they reach their final, rather large size. You gaze, absolutely confounded, at your petite, curvy body, at least what you can make out of it underneath your baggy male clothes.
You look back at the woman, speechless, to her she has not placed the plate of cookies back down on the counter amidst a row of other plates also containing cookies. She holds her hand pensively over them for a moment before picking up a second one and holding it out to you. "Another?" she offers, looking at you expectantly.
"A- are you kidding?" you ask, your voice cracking into a sexy, high, girlish pitch. "After what the last one did?"
"What? Turn you into a pretty woman?" she grins. "Aren't things so much better this way, though?" She smiles condescendingly for a few moments before holding the plate up again. "I'll tell you what, all you have to do is pick the right cookie, and it'll turn you back. Okay?"
Which one do you choose this time?