It was clear this place was good and fucked. I mean first off it was tropical. Millicent didn't do Tropical. Then there was the damn luggage which contained things that ordinary luggage never should contain... but this was the clencher. Walking along to the stupid clothing shop she was forced to work at and bam... she was flat on the ground. It was the waking up to a distinct lack of too large hips, breasts, and bum that was the issue. That and the addition of a package in front.
The how was better not asked she decided. Instead she was just- well attempting to take it in stride and if she were totally honest she was actually enjoying it. Hell she felt like she was finally in her own skin. Well mostly. She enjoyed the perk of pissing standing up and not having to worry about her tits. But it was still a little odd. But she'd felt worse that was for damn sure.
Millicent was tugging at the band of her pants, trying to get thing properly situated when a blond walked in. Joy another bloke who didn't have the foggiest about purchasing a bra.
"Bras and knickers are back there." Millicent pointed toward the back corner automatically as the girl walked in. She looked familiar...