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"You sure about this, Grace?" You asked, feeling the heft of the breast forms in the bra you were wearing, "This feels a bit... excessive." "It's ladies' night at the club, you have to fit the part if you want free drinks," Grace replied, touching up your lipstick. "It just feels so... emasculating," you replied, realizing how stupid that sentence was after it left your mouth. "That's kind of the point, now hold still and close your eyes," Grace told you as she leaned in with a mascara wand. You did as you were told, trying to keep your mind off your extreme makeover. Grace stepped back, holding up her fingers to frame you, "Not bad."

After giving you the go-ahead, you stood and looked in the mirror and were shocked to see a beautiful purple-haired woman staring back. Your lips parted slightly in shock as you admired the swell of your breasts under your sweater, as well as the improved padding on your hips. "You make a cute girl," Grace told you as she put her hands around your waist. You blushed, gently brushing her off, "Let's just go, please." "Whatever you say," Grace cooed, leading the way to the door to start for the club.

"Looking good, girls!" A man shouted drunkenly over the thrum of the music, much to Grace's pleasure and your embarrassment. You walked by him, determined to get to the bar. "I hate this," you confessed as the bartender slid you both your drinks, "I can feel the eyes on me." "Because you're fucking hot," Grace giggled, sipping her cocktail. You took a swig of your own drink, hoping that enough of it would help make you feel less self-conscious, unaware of the changes your body started to experience.

After getting a slight buzz on, Grace decided that you were going to dance with her and she wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. You followed her to the dance floor, your butt feeling a little heavier and your hips swaying naturally. As the alcohol made its way through your system, you started to get more into the rhythm, feeling the music in your body. Feeling a tingly sensation in your stomach, you chalked it up to the booze, unaware of your navel area slimming beneath your top. Grace appeared next to you again, passing you another drink that you happily accepted. Now, a few strong drinks in, you stopped caring about the men ogling you.

The drinks kept flowing as you kept dancing, feeling your center of gravity changing as you did so. The tingle from earlier made its way to your chest, the strange feeling of the breast forms touching your skin seeming to disappear. "Take your top off!" You heard a man yell. Too drunk to think of a reason to refute him, you pulled the sweater over your head, exposing a set of very generous and very real tits straining against a bra. Expecting what was going to be asked next, you unclasped the bra, much to the men's (and some women's) cheers, letting your breasts bounce and jiggle with the tune.

You stumbled out of the club, leaning on Grace for balance as you pulled down your crumpled sweater. Grace held your bra in the other hand, laughing about the night the two of you had. The giggles continued as you made your way back to her apartment, where you fell onto the couch. "Grace..." you slurred, "I luv yoo, Grace." She tittered as she made her way to her room, falling onto the bed. Consciousness faded as you fell asleep, oblivious to what you were going to wake up to in the morning.