You stare at yourself in the mirror, still processing the impossible curves now reflected back at you. Your phone buzzes.
Lina: "Girl, you called us over, we're at your door. Open up!"
You hear giggling outside—Angela's high-pitched one, and Tifa's low chuckle. When you open the door, three women flood in carrying bags and boxes.
Tifa: sets down a duffel bag "Brought you some basics—sports bras, leggings, stuff that'll fit."
Angela: winks, holding up a pink Victoria's Secret bag "I brought essentials too~"
Lina: drops an armload of clothes on your bed and grins "So... you're really a chick now, huh? Strip down, babe. We're not leaving until you're fully dressed... or undressed. Dealer's choice."