You continue walking and Zach waves as he goes down a separate corridor. Your breasts continue to swell, going from handfuls to grapefruits as you continue walking. You feel your spine creak as you grow taller. your waist seems to suck itself in, becoming more slender. When you finally reach the end of the corridor, you are an adult. Your breasts are full, standing firm in front of you, perhaps E cups. They bounce on your chest as you look around. Your dark, chocolate brown nipples cap them off, standing erect at a half an inch. Your slit is bare, having no hair on it. Your body is that of a perfect hourglass, and it would be envied by most.
There is a cupboard, and you open it to find a wardrobe. A black lace bra hangs there, and you pick it up, and put it on to find that it fits perfectly. Next you pick up the panties, and place them on. Looking at a nearby mirror, you look at yourself. Your breasts are still very visible, though partially obscured by the lace. Then you delve deeper into the closet, and emerge with a piece of cloth. It had been the only thing in the "tops" clothing section. You look at it in the light, trying to find a zip or something. Not finding anything, you try rubbing it against your back. Finding that it does nothing, you tie a know, and it seems right, with the knot within your cleavage. You find that it reveals a lot of cleavage, but you have no care for it.
Delving back into the closet, you decided to wear a skirt, a black one which falls gracefully to your ankles. Then, you pick up a pair of jet black high heels your slip into them.