When you open your eyes you gasp loudly. Grandpa Milo wasn't lying. You stand with your mouth hanging in awe; you're no longer in your room, instead you're in... an open square courtyard, maybe 15 by 15 feet large. It's surrounded by a series of columns and it has a little fountain in the middle. There's what seems to be an olive tree in one of the corners of the courtyard. The air is warm and gentle, with a hint of fresh oranges somewhere in the distance.
It all looks a little bit like something taken out straight from a museum. Remnants of ancient times except... the stuff around you didn't look ancient. It looked quite new to be honest. Not eroded away and still shining with, what you guess is paint.
After inspecting your surroundings you notice something odd about the way you feel. I mean, you feel like you are wrapped in some kind of fabric, but not too tightly as the fresh warm air can easily reach most of your skin. But that isn't what feels weird. What feels really out of place is the way you stand. It feels like your hip is cocked to the side and extending way further than it should. And then there is some 'flabby-ness' on your chest. You've never been skinny but now somehow it feels like all the pudgyness you ever had migrated only to your upper chest. And then still had some more added to it. You can clearly feel kinda uncomfortable weight pulling down on your pecs.
You begin to suspect what all of that might mean but there is only one way to find out...
With hesitation you slowly look down at yourself.
Really thin, olive colored arms.
Lots of curly, brown hair spilling from both sides of your head.
A white toga wrapped around your torso.
And there on your chest, a seemingly immense mass of flesh protruding in two half-conical-half-hemispherical blobs, pushing your toga at least 7 inches further than it should rest and creating what you instantly recognize as a very female cleavage.
That was too much. You feel yourself feeling dizzy and it doesn't take long before you daintily collapse to the ground.