Selina added her bra to the pile of clothes she had stripped off after escaping into her small apartment. The black skirt and white blouse – required dressings for the bar she worked tables at – had been unceremoniously discarded, and now the exhausted brunette was clacking across the hardwood floor in nothing more than her pink frilly panties, knee-high nylons, and black heels. She was pissed that once again she had received a smaller amount of tip compared to her bustier coworkers.
Reaching her dresser Selina pulled out a white cotton tank-top and and slipped it on over herself. Her thimble-sized nipples, which had popped to attention upon coming into contact with the cold air of her intimate abode, tented the fabric. They made more of an impact on the skimpy top than her small-but-perky breasts.
Selina pulled a black rolling chair away from her desk and collapsed into the fake leather. She popped the black heels off her sore feet and peeled the nylon off her short but shapely legs, reveling in her release from the trappings. Placing the heels by her bed – which butted up next to the desk in the small space that Selina had to live in – the lithe woman leaned back and sighed, one hand lingering on a particular sore and overheated set of toes as she absently massaged them.
Releasing her foot and letting it rest on the cold floor with its mate she looked around the apartment and let out a sigh. Other than the bathroom the majority of her life was in this single room, and it was a mess. Clothing was strewn about, used dishes were out on tables, pots sat dirty on the oven, and...Selina stopped scanning the room at that point. Instead she turned her attention to the desk, which was itself covered in mail and pencils and various other items. Rummaging through it for a moment she pulled out a black felt-tip pen and a dark plastic square with a yellow sticky-note sticking up from the slot in the center.
Standing and walking around the room, her bare feet making soft sounds as she stepped across the wood, Selina starting writing things such as "do dishes" and "wash clothes" and "vacuum" and sticking the notes on the various things that needed attention. Giving herself a silly smile Selina padded back to the chair and plopped down, letting it rotate gently from her momentum as she scanned the room again. The little yellow squares, almost pointlessly attached to the various piles in need of work, stuck out vibrantly in the otherwise dark space.
"There...I'd say that's a start..." Selina said to herself, satisfied in having made a step of any kind towards doing the actual cleaning. It just wasn't her thing.
"Oh, you sticky-notes..." the brunette laughed as she held up the little plastic piece containing them in her hand, "I wish you made it as easy to have something just happen as it was as easy to write..."
Leaning back in the chair Selina put her foot on the edge of the desk as she looked out the small window that gave just an inkling of the city's wonderful skyline. The young woman felt an itch and sent a hand down to scratch when she noticed one other thing that had to be done.
"Crud, I JUST shaved you..." Selina scowled, looked down at the fine stubble that was starting to push against the lace of her panties. Her frown turned to a smile as an idea struck her, and she wrote "shave" on a sticky note and pushed it against the skin of her pelvis, just above the elastic band of the panties.
The brunette started to turn back towards the window when she shivered. It was as if a cold draft had suddenly caressed her crotch, and Selina shook the whole chair as the sensation ran up her spine.
Lowering her foot and sitting upright she dropped the pen and notes on her desk and tried to rub away the goosebumps that had sprouted across her arms. As Selina did so she noticed that the paper she had stuck to herself was gone.
Looking around the floor she couldn't find it anywhere, but as she bent over to peer under the desk she noticed something else was also gone; her stubble. Pulling the elastic away from her smooth skin Selina could not believe it; she was entirely smooth, even in crevices she had never paid much attention to before.
Letting the elastic snap back the curious woman picked up the little plastic block and stared for a moment at the note sticking up. Pulling it out and watching its replacement pop up right behind it she then wrote "organize desk" and placed the used note on the surface in front of her.
It happened so fast that Selina wasn't sure if she had actually seen anything happen, or if it had simply happened. One moment the desk was a mess, and the next the note was gone and the desk had organized; papers and mail were stacked by size and priority, pens and pencils were lined up along the sides, trash was gone, and her laptop was actually visible and placed in the center of the cleared surface.
"Holy shit...!" she exclaimed. Looking around it was clear that none of the other notes had made such an impact, only the new ones she had just pulled, and with suddenly wide eyes she added, "My wish!"
After a few more attempted, but unsuccessful, wishes Selina figured one wish was all she got and didn't think too long about why or how; it just was. Wanting to experiment a little more she pulled out another note and wrote "red hair" and pushed it against her head. The same cold caress brushed through her hair and suddenly vibrant red locks were held between Selina's light olive fingers. She turned to the long mirror that hung on the wall across from her dressing area and stared.
"I don't believe it!" she exclaimed, at first overwhelmed by the very possibility that what she was experiencing was real. The hair was definitely very red and cascaded around her shoulders just as her brunette color had. Feeling she needed another test Selina wrote "awesome tribal tattoo" and placed the new sticky-note on the lower portion of her right arm. The cold caress brought with it a stylized streak of black that wrapped around her skin from her wrist to her elbow. Examining it Selina could see that her flesh had indeed been tattooed.
"Ha, I wonder how far I can push this..."
The scheming woman quickly stripped down and tossed her remaining clothes across the room. Pulling out another note she wrote "bubble butt" and stuck it to her ass. In a flash her once petite patootie pushed out to the point that she could have had half a bowling ball attached to each side of her ass. The expansion of flesh caused her balance to suddenly shift and she had to take a step back to steady her body.
Glancing to the mirror Selina strained to take a look at her reshaped rump. Running her hands over it she confirmed that there were no inserts or signs of surgery; she simply had a big soft butt now. It was pliable and jiggled when she patted her hand against each cheek, but returned to its firm round shape when she stopped giving it attention.
"Well," she said as a wide sly smile ran across her face, "...here goes nothing." She wrote down "breasts like a pair or watermelons" and stuck it to her torso.
As the cold rush ran across her small chest Selina nearly fell over, dropping the plastic note holder and pen as she spun around and threw her hands to the desk to brace herself. As she caught her breath Selina gasped at what she saw hanging from her ribs.
They were indeed breasts, but far from normal. Stretching about twenty inches from her hung two large green nipples. Between her nipples and her chest were two long round breasts that had to weigh at least eight pounds each, likely more. They, too, were green and had the dark striping pattern one would find on an actual watermelon. Selina's new green skin ran from the tips of her nipples and transitioned into her normal skin coloration at her ribs. It as if she had two enormous breasts that had been painted to look like watermelons.
"God, these are heavy!" Selina moaned as her hands started to hurt against the desk while her back was also getting sore. She spotted the pen and note container on the floor and let her legs bow, dropping her spongy butt to the floor as gently as possible. Her posterior bounced slightly on the hard surface, and her enormous melons slapped hard against her thighs. Selina grimaced from the pain of the pulling and had to struggle to find the paper and pen, as the enormous knockers obscured most of her view. Blindly patting around for them Selina finally found what she wanted. Resting against her bosom the redhead wrote "strong enough to stand" and slapped the note to her back.
As the cold washed over her Selina found she was easily able to push herself up and carry the weight. Turning to her mirror she saw that some of her musculature had bulked up, but not enough to effect her feminine form.
Her breasts were another matter.
Even when standing they had very little droop. They were long full ovular orbs which superficially resembled actual watermelons, but Selina could tell they were indeed flesh and blood all the way through. The nipples had taken on the green color of a watermelon vine, and stood proud and erect in the cold air, easily larger than shot glasses. Her breasts were immense, and looked absurd on her small frame.
But right now Selina was more concerned about their color.
Grabbing another note she wrote "dark full body tan" and stuck it to her shoulder. Selina shivered from the cold as the note vanished and watched as her entire body went from her light olive color to something more like mocha. The green across her breasts also changed to match it, but she could still JUST make out the darker stripes across her breasts that had remained from their watermelon pattern.
