Jenny starts to stop crying. Instead she hugs her arms around her waist trying to console herself. "It'll be okay, Jen. You...you'll be fine." She looks down to see her new outfit magically fade onto her body. "At least it doesn't look half bad." The skirt feels weird without any underwear on, but she's fairly flat chested so the low cut of the shirt would not really bother her or expose anything. She looks down her shirt to confirm if her bra really is gone. Once Jenny pulls on the fabric, she feels a warm tingle in her chest. "Oh no, it's starting!" Looking down at her small breasts, the warm feeling spreads from the center of her chest to the meat of her boobs, the tips of her nipples, and even wraps around her back to her shoulders. She watches herself and feels them cautiously from outside her sweater. The warmth increases and her breasts start to shake. Slowly they start to grow, blowing up like balloons. "This is feels so weird" Jenny says, feeling her once tiny breasts sweet under her sweater and hand. They get big enough to wear they touch each other, a feat Jen never accomplished even with two push bras on, but they keep on growing. Still holding on to her balloon in chest, Jennifer stands up and walks over to her mirror. "Holy shit!" Jen whispers in shock of seeing two small beach balls growing on her small frame. Her shirt still holding, thanks to Kyle's condition, but the low v has forced her breasts to almost spill out. So much of her chest is showing that her areola can almost be seen on the edge of the thin material. She pulls her hands off herself and just stares at her reflection as they keep on growing. The growth slows down after 2 minutes to a halt and the warmth fades away. The warmth is gone but Jen's chest has grown massive. Even her magic shirt is straining to contain her watermelons. Still staring at herself, Jen reaches a hand under her shirt. Her hand pauses right before it males contact noticing how weirdly warm it is under there. "That's strange. Well I've never had such a big body before." She squeezes herself, surprised at how soft and bouncy they are. She starts to jump up and down and they bound across her chest nearly hitting her in the nose. Again the shirt holds them in, but just barely. She jogs around room to test how the feel when she moves. Still the magic shirt contains them and somehow she is just as maneuverable as before. But the large amount of movement has caused them to glisten with sweat. She goes to her adjoining bathroom and tries to wash herself off but her breasts keep on sweating. "This isn't working at all." She looks at her clock hanging on the wall. "Shit! I'm going to be late for the bus. I need to get to school!"
Jen quickly brushes her long brown hair twice, grabs her bag, runs out of her room, practically leaps down the stairs (pausing only to get her boobs to stop shaking), and runs out the door. Instead of seeing the bus driving away from her stop on the next block over, she is greeting by a waiting bus right in front of her house. The bus driver Mr. McKelly stumbles out of the bus and walks over to you and kneels with his head down. "M'Lady sorry for not waiting for you at your door. Some underclass men were giving me some trouble. Forgive me."
"Um it's okay, Mr. McKelly. Sorry for being late." "Oh no, your Highness. You are not late. We were simply early. We would never leave without you." Mr. McKelly's eyes drift from the ground to his Queen's enhanced form. "And may I say, your Majesty, that you look absolutely delicious this morning. After our morning route, I will gladly take my place amongst your suitors." He kisses her hand and smiles. Freaked out, Jen pulls her hand away. "Um okay gross. But um you may stand." He does. "And let us, um, continue to the school." "Right your Majesty. This way."
He leads her to the bus and allows her step on by herself. Once he reaches the top step he stops. "Presenting, her Royal Highness Queen Jennifer." He backs up, allowing her to reach the top of the steps. All ten students on the bus rise and Mr. McKelly sits on the driver's seat. Nobody moves but they all keep staring at her, Mr. McKelly through his rear view mirror. She quickly takes her seat at the front of the bus. Jen normally sits in the back so she can have a quickie with her S.O. , but everyone is freaking her out too much. Still no one moves so she says "Mr. McKelly. We can go now. Everyone please sit down." In unison they respond "Yes You Majesty" and do as they are told.
The bus continues on its route in silence. And at every stop, a student gets on and walks over to Jen's seat and bows or curtsies before heading to their place in the back.
A few stops go by until it gets to a particular stop. A stop that Jen had been anxious to get to.