"What time are you off tonight?" I asked.
She looked a little disappointed as she said, "Not until closing -- about 11:00. But, hey, maybe if you're still up for it, you can drop by then and we could do something after."
"That sounds good," I said. "I just have a four-hour shift today. But won't you be tired after working a full" -- I looked at my watch to see it was a little before 1:00 -- "10-hour shift?"
She smiled. "Depends on how well I'm doing on my tips today."
"Then I wish you'd do really well in tips," I said.
I hadn't really meant that to be a ring wish, but suddenly she got a surprised look on her face. I watched as her hair teased itself upward and simultaneously growing down her back. My eyes went downward to see that her breasts were enlarging as her jeans strained against hips and ass that were also growing larger.
Just as it seemed the seams of her jeans were about to give way, the legs abruptly merged together and the hem scooted up her legs, forming into a black mini -- no, a microskirt, only a few inches long. Her shirt, meanwhile, had shrunk drastically, to the point where it was just barely covering her breasts and tight enough that her nipples were visible. I didn't know if she'd had a navel piercing before, but she had one now, a ring with a silver charm dangling from it.
She let out a little gasp as her flat shoes changed into platforms with what must have been 6-inch heels. I looked back up at her face to see that the light makeup she'd been wearing had become much more prominent and obvious, and it seemed that her lips -- now a bright and glossy pink -- had plumped up significantly.
She put a hand to her forehead -- her manicured fingernails extended about an inch past her fingertips -- and said, "Like, what just happened?" Her voice had become breathier and about an octave higher.
I couldn't believe it. Aside from still being a brunette, she looked and sounded like a big-boobed bimbo. Was that really the way she'd get bigger tips? I looked at the ring on my hand and frowned.