"Do you want me to complete the transformation?"
I nodded. It still wasn't clear to me what her plan was, but I'd never need another confirmation my hot stepmother was a miracle worker.
An hour later, the transformation was nearly complete. Breast forms with some sort of gel that gave them weight and made them jiggle were glued to my chest, and held in place by a bra, which did little to control the jiggle.
