Rachel began to rub her arm as the warmth spread, slowly her breath began to get heavier. Whatever what is in the syringe felt great Rachel thought to herself as her hand began to make its way to her crotch. Slowly she began to pleasure herself a soft moan escaped her lips as her other hand caressed her breasts.
Panting heavily Rachel slid her hand out from her pants and got on her knees. That's when she noticed something was wrong, lifting her t-shirt Rachel looked down and noticed her Jean's were no longer clinging to her slender waist; they now hung precariously low revealing the waistband of her blue-striped panties.
"Holy shit." Rachel mumbled as she dropped her t-shirt, it hung on her like a dress and her shoulders threatened to slide out her neck hole. Rachel stood up and realized the cuffs of her jeans completely engulfed her feet.
Rachel looked around the room, everything seemed to tower over her. Her dresser which formerly came up to her breasts was now a head taller than her. To get on her bed Rachel had to throw her legs over the edge in order to lift herself up.
"Is this what Mom wants?" Rachel thought to herself as she carefully reached over to the table to read the instructions.