Fascinated by your changing face, you watch the reflection hypnotised, as your skin softens, and face rounds. The changes look to be speeding up, as your eyelashes lengthen. Now looking more feminine than masculine, you adjust your headscarf, freeing it with a tug. In a couple of moment, you re-tie it to hide your face.
An impromptu veil, to mask your features. The quick change-over already revealing your longer hair. Unsure, what magic was used you decide you need to capture the thief. With a gasp, you pull yourself away from the reflection in the shop window.
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Already your fingers look slimmer, the nails growing even as you tuck the makeshift veil behind one ear. The thief, is just vanishing around a corner, as you turn. Throwing all pretence of dignity away, you chase after him. You dart between the other market visitors, with agility and speed. Reaching the corner, you see him vanish around the next. At least, you're catching up, that corner is nearer than the last.
"Thief..." you call out. But, it comes out in a breathless feminine voice. Resisting the urge to clutch your throat, you don't want to appear needy or vulnerable. As a woman, in this part of the market you know you're closer to prey than predator.
You have to tug your robes, as you run. They're growing... No... You're shrinking to more feminine dimensions. The day must be hotter than you thought, as you reach the next corner more out of breath and tired than you should.
Clutching a hand to your racing heart, you recoil at the soft impact of your developing bust. The chill terror sets you off again, as the thief is still visible. Your robes are loose enough that your shape is hard to make out. However, the fact they don't fit well is all too obvious.
Running, you find your chest hurting more. Your shoulders too, the reason too obvious, as it shifts with your uneven running pace, and zig-zagging around the other shoppers. Your clothes aren't cut for the heaving bust, and you start to feel the eyes drawn to your progress.
A quick crack from your hips causes you to stumble, and for a few paces, you hobble more than race. You know you now have a womans' hips. Taking a moment, you grab your bust it's swaying unsettling and the friction from your nips, as they rub insistently against your shirt, is also making it harder to concentrate.
In your cupping hands, your bust overflows. Looking down, you see you now have that voluptuous body, not helped by the smaller, girly hands. The oversized clothes make you look even more ridiculous.
You know the thief has run into a dead end, and you slow to a walk. Approaching, carefully watching for his realisation and reversal. Hopefully, you can tackle him to the ground, and fix.... this.
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