“This is ridiculous, I feel ridiculous”.

Rae posed in an unpracticed fashion in front of the tailor store mirror. For the better part of three hours she had been doing her best to remain as still as possible while she got her new clothing fit. Lexi had to give up again however for the 8th pair of pants in a row after finally getting the top at least decently fit to the very short and now substantially busty Rae. The blonde fashion designer would not give up so easily however, and stormed off back into the supply room muttering something about having friends with impossible hip to waist ratios and sore sowing fingers.

Sakura, who had been holding a large tailor’s mirror, set the heavy item under her shelf of bust for a moment. She still had not gotten used to Rae’s new profile, and it was sometimes hard to identify it with the short and once lithe girl.

“Wow Rae, you’re something else. First Nissa and I, and now it happened to you too. Do…do you ever get the feeling that our fates are guided by some invisible han—“

“ssh I don’t believe in cliché’ superstitions Kura.” Rae interrupted. “I’m sure it was that same odd lotion again. Though, how exactly it works…I don’t know. I mean, THIS—“

Rae wiggled her now much fuller lower quarters for emphasis. Wide hips and thicker thighs swayed left and right.

“—Should not be possible over night! In all my years in medical school I’ve never seen such a disturbingly effective substance…Clearly it’s something the FDA should look into, lest we end up with a nation of teenaged abusers being coaxed into the magazine-cover body image. Oh well. At least it wasn’t as extreme as with you and Nis”.

Sakura’s face adorned a look of pure puzzlement. Was Rae really this fine with the whole situation? Intellectual, sophisticated Rae who read all manner of lengthy novels at every possible free moment? Who did nothing but roll her eyes at even the most lauded of action films?