Once again Alice was looking at herself in the mirror. It is no wonder; most people's days start with a mirror. It is important to present oneself properly, made more complicated by the fact that everyone has a slightly different view of what presenting oneself properly means. Not only that, but what is proper and improper can vary widely from occasion to occasion. For example, this morning Alice was headed to Cowsmade's head offices to get a checkup and ensure that her health had not been negatively effected by the third-party retailer transformative. For such a diagnostic checkup most regular clothing is perfectly fine, whatever you might see anyone wear walking down the street.
Tonight, however, just anything wouldn't do. Alice had really hit it off with the Cowsmade clinician who... examined her, and doctor Rachel was headed to Alice's that night for a home visit. Strictly speaking, the reason they were meeting is that Alice wanted to consume several more dosages of Cowsmade, and Rachel was more than happy to administer that personally. But Alice wasn't really thinking about the dosage. The delivery method would be far more interesting.
She stood infront of her bedroom window and tried to select between the limited amount of outfits which still fit her body. Most of her old clothes simply did not fit anymore -- not that she had gotten too big per say, rather, where she was big and where she was small had changed drastically. Sure, the bone structure changes had made her chestbones smaller -- but her new breasts more than made up for that. More dramatically her waist had slimmed up significantly, giving her a far more curvy than boxy figure, further enhanced by her big ass and cock. Thinking of it, she had been a grower before, but the transformation must have changed that.
The only pants she had that fit her were the ones form this morning, which was fine. It hugged her ass nicely, and although it was designed for people with her anatomy her pants still bulged slightly. Which, well... That was perhaps better for tonight than for this morning.
Selecting a top was the real problem. Alice had several t-shirts, hoodies and sweaters which fit fine, but... They weren't really date material. Not that it was a date-date, of course, they were only seeing each other platonically. Mates who mate, so to speak. That didn't mean that Alice didn't want to look good. She wasn't exactly drowning in sex partners at the moment, and if she looked good... Maybe Rachel would want to come over another time, too. And maybe she'd pat Alice's head and tell her what a good girl Alice was for dressing up.
Alice shivered and blinked, refocusing on her top. It was just a soft pink spaghetti-strap shirt, of the type which more hang on the breasts than attempted to cover them. The design resembled more a curtain, draping down making her cleavage very obvious and pronounced, the loose materials gentle flow over her forms enhancing them and drawing the eye. She'd also put on a green emerald necklace -- fake -- which also hang between her breasts -- real -- making her cleavage even more pronounced. Would Rachel like that, or was it more a thing for cocked individuals?
Well, she didn't have any other fun choices, and this way she at least looked like she'd tried.
To finish the look she topped it off with some casual makeup -- the classic "totally natural" look of carefully used foundation, blush, highlighter and contour combined with some totally natural eyeliner and mascara. Just like everyone looks when they get up from bed. Oh, and don't forget the lipstick. Just a dab.
She looked good. Better than she had this morning, and that had been enough. Still... It was nice to look even better. It made it harder to not enjoy the view in the mirror just a little bit more. After so many years trapped in a masculine body... It just made her feel happy to look like herself once. She felt cute. Pretty. She did a little spin, and looked over her shoulder, arching her back and calves to make her ass pop. She slapped it, groped it, remembering Rachel's hands on her and bit her lip.
Okay, Alice. Calm down a bit, that can wait. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, turning around and continuing to doll herself up.
But although she looked forward to the delivery itself, she couldn't help but feel a bit giddy thinking about the changes too. No harm in trying them on, anyway. It was an approved transformative, perfectly reversible and safe. Of course -- if she didn't think she'd like being even more curvy and having a couple of cute horns and ears she wouldn't have gone for the extra doses in the first place, but it was nice to know that there were options if it didn't work out for her.
The only thing she regretted was not getting some transformatives sooner. Not because of what other people might think. Most people had used transformatives of some description, only some religious hardliner sects and political naturalists avoided it. Of course, most people used subtle transformatives -- making their natural characteristics just a bit more pronounced, getting those abs, fixing the jawline, a simpler alternative to rhinoplasty. Even then it wasn't uncommon to see people with more prominent modifications. And no one really seemed to mind, not in real life.
She'd just been afraid to face her problems head on. It was scary to accept yourself and do something about it. But it was such a relief to finally do so.
The doorbell rang. Alice gave herself a quick last look in the mirror, and ran out to the hallway and quickly opening the door.
"Hiiii!" Rachel said, moving forward and hugging Alice tightly.
Alice hugged her back, nuzzling the side of her head against her neck. Rachel was wearing perfume, and she smelled like blackcurrants and honey. Distinct, yet subtle -- not overpowering, merely flowing like a smooth river. Alice closed her eyes, smelled her in and held her hands tightly around her. She was wearing a wool sweater, smooth and comfortable against Alice's skin, her body heat warming Alice up in contrast to the cold weather outside.
What was she supposed to be doing, again?
"Hi," Alice said, and broke the hug. "You smell really nice."
Rachel smiled widely, closing her eyes slightly. "Thank you!" she said, rubbing Alice's shoulder warmly. Then, looking straight into Alice's head and putting on a smug smile she continued: "You happy to see me?"
"Well, yeah!" Alice said, cocking her head and looking abashedly to the side, before bringing her gaze back. "Would you rather I wasn't?"
"'Course not." Rachel said, and leaned in and gave Alice a quick kiss before Alice had enough time for any other reaction than kissing her back. Rachel entered the hallway and hung up her black woolen coat, and Alice finally had time to really process what she was wearing. Rachel had gone for a casual outfit, covering up her skin but not her contours. She was wearing a simple navy blue sweater which was tight enough to hug her forms well, showing of her breasts and belly. A tight pair of stretchy jeans covered her legs but enhanced their presence. They almost looked more like body paint than pants.
"You look great!" Alice said.
"Me? Well, thank you. But I really like what you are wearing," Rachel said and closed up, putting her hand on Alice's neck. "You've really dressed up for me," she whispered, and kissed Alice's forehead. "Good girl."
Alice blushed wildly. "I -- uhm -- wanted to be pretty for you."
"You are, sweetie."
"Thank you..."
"You gonna show me the inside of your house, now? Or should we keep flirting in the hallway?"
"Well, I wouldn't mind flirting in the hallway. But I suppose we might as well flirt in the other rooms,» Alice said and blinked. Obviously, Rachel wasn't just going to stand in the hallway and praise Alice endlessly. Alice didn't really expect that, either. But maybe Rachel would keep it up if they were sitting in a sofa.
"Here's the living room," Alice said, holding her hands out to point out the very obvious living room. It consisted of a L-shaped sofa facing the hallway door and a wall-mounted flat-screen television. In front of it stood a two level glass coffee table, empty except for remotes and a console controller. To the left of the sofa there was a window pointing outdoors. Further in the room there was a simple kitchen, benches and cupboards, a fridge and freezer combo, an oven and a washing machine -- plus a sink and various kitchen supplies and appliances.
"Through that door -" Alice said and pointed -- "Is the bathroom, and through that door is my bedroom slash office."
Rachel nodded and smiled. "Nice. It's very cozy." She then headed off towards the sofa and sat down, stretching her legs in the corner of the L. She patted right next to her. "Just like the owner, I hope?"
Alice quickly sat down next to her. In response Rachel put her arm around her shoulders and pulled her in more tightly. Alice happily nuzzled up against her. She was so warm and soft. "Definitely."
They sat like that for a little while, in silence, just enjoying each others presence. Rachel idly dragged her fingers up and down against Alice's bicep, and Alice felt herself breath out deeply, all the tension leaving her body, making her fall even more softly against Rachel. They could feel each others breaths, pushing up against the them and then receding, and felt the faint rhythm of their heartbeats pulse against each other.
"Alice..."
"Yeah?"
"Are you about to fall asleep too?"
"Yeah..."
"Well... A little nap wouldn't hurt."
"Not at all," Alice said and looked up at Rachel, and cuddled a finger along her cheekbone. "You've had a long day because of me."
"Well," Rachel said and laughed softly, "I hope you're at least a little bit tired from earlier."
Alice laughed. "My muscles are actually sore, it feels like I've had a killer workout."
"Ha, yeah?"
"I lay down to rest a bit earlier today, and when I got up I had to roll out of bed because my abs didn't want to lift me all the way up."
"Good," Rachel said. "A little reminder of me. Besides, then I can do this -" she said and leaned her weight over Alice, causing them both to fall down to their sides. "And cuddle you real tight."
