Amanda locked the gun in her jewelry box and posed a bit more in front of the mirror. Damn, she looked amazing. She rummaged in her closet trying to find something that was going to fit her new body. There was no way any of her bras were going to fit her, she didn't even bother trying any on. The only shirt she could even get over her thicker chest AND her big boobs was a black sweatshirt one of her girlfriends had left at her house ages ago. It used to make her look like a blob, now it looked like it was painted on. But she needed to do something more with it...

She didn't think anyone was going to recognize her with this new body, not even her bully of a brother. She could play with his head and push him around for a change but she had to be equal parts sexy and intimidating. She got a pair of scissors and cut the sweat shirt sleeves off super short to emphasize her buff arms. And she cut a slit down the front to draw attention to her new cleavage and to make it loose enough for her to actually breathe.

Amanda stopped to check the effect in the mirror and was pleased with it. Finding something to cover the rest of her was much harder. She couldn't get any of her pants over her wider hips and in fact most wouldn't even get past her thighs. She dug through a drawer full of skirts with disgust until she reached the bottom and was surprised to find a black leather mini skirt. A vague memory of raiding her mothers old wardrobe came to mind. She had wanted to wear this skirt in the worst way a few months back for a dance but her mother was much pudgier and slightly shorter than Amanda. There was no way it would fit her.

"That was then, this is now." Amanda grinned devilishly as she stepped into the skirt and managed to wiggle it up past her hips and with a great effort managed to draw the zipper all the up. "Wow," was all she could say when she surveyed herself in the mirror. The skirt was tighter than her own skin and the even greater height difference between her and her mother could not be more apparent. The skirt covered her butt cheeks... barely. And unless she stood with her legs firmly closed people were getting a free panty shot from the front. The sweatshirt exposed just enough of her stomach to make her killer abs noticeable and her buff arms and her impressive cleavage definitetly drew the attention they deserved.

"He's not going to know what hit him," Amanda chuckled to herself.

She added a studded wristband and a spiked belt left over from a punk costume and threw on some thigh high fishnet stockings that really only came up to her knees now. Some dark eye shadow and lipstick and she looked like a very sexy, very angry dominatrix. She chuckled again and slipped our her window and around to her front own front door where she waited for Robert to arrive after she rang the doorbell. He should be the only one home right now after all.