I stomped and pouted into the break room. I threw the dress on the table and stared to change. It was a traditional Mexican waitress dress, white at the top and blue at the bottom. The frills on the edge of the dress both on the top and the hem gave it a Spanish feel to it. It was worn off the shoulder and was very thin. Dam it I had to take my bra off otherwise my straps would show. Erlinda must have brought me the smallest size they had because it fit me tighter than what I was used to wearing. Oh well I should take a look at how silly I look. Making my way to the bathroom mirror, I looked myself. Wow, it was a totally different person. The dress showed off every curve of my womanly body. I was five foot four inches, with long black straight hair. My dark skin made every white piece of material stand out. My perky 30ds barely fit in the tiny top and lots of cleavage was showing. Looking down I posed. My round ass could be seen clearly in the snug skirt. It came half way up my thigh showing off my long firm toned and naturally tan legs. I could not believe it was me in the mirror. I was gawking at myself. I blushed. This strange sensation rolled over my body. Looking at the mirror, I was shocked to see my nipples poking through the material like it was not there. You could clearly see the outlines of both of them. I played with my pigtails trying to see if they would cover them up. That only happened if I stood very still. .....