You make your way to your wardrobe and you select a blue blouse together with a pair of panties and stockings and comfortable pants. You notice that it's early in the morning and you decide to do something about your hair. Having it grow out was good and all, but it was starting to get in the way. You try out several styles and notice how easy it is for you to do them. After trying out twintails, pigtails, a few different bun styles and even a braid, you decide to go for a normal ponytail. You make your way down the stairs, where you are greeted by your mother.
"Oh Heather, honey, don't forget your lunch today."
Who the hell was Heather?
Oh, right. I am Heather, you think.
You heed your mothers words and you make your way to the bus. Once you're on it, you make your usual beeline for your standard seat, where Jake is sitting.
"Hi, Jake", you say, more girly than you intended to. He seems a little surprised, but greets you as well and takes off his backpack from the seat to make way for you. You sit down next to him. You attempt several conversations but he's somehow... awkward about them.
Of course he is, you think. If somebody only looks at my head, they'll think I'm a girl.
You make it through the morning and as per usual, make multiple stops at the girls bathroom. You look into the mirror time and time again as you notice that your entire body figure shifts bit by bit.
With each visit, you seem to get smaller and smaller and your features become more and more tender. Halfway through the day that stopps however and it took you two more hours until after lunch to realize why. Would the magic not have worked it's... well, magic, then that would have been a very embarrassing moment in your life. You are sitting in the class room as you suddenly felt your nipples throbbing against your not exactly untight blouse, and that's when you realized you've forgotten something in the morning: your bra.
The next time you could admire yourself in the mirror, you didn't notice a considerable size difference in regards to your breasts though. You took a peak down your blouse and you realized why: they hadn't exactly grown, it was much more so that your nipples had gotten extremely sensitive. You also notice that your ponytail has gotten loose. Distracted by the arousal coming from your nipples, you for once don't realize that your hair has grown again. You simply tie up your ponytail and went on with your day as well as possible. When you get home that evening, your breasts had actually grown out a bit more and were now in between A cup and B cup. Tired, you went under the shower and look at the very small remains of your manhood. You ask yourself if you should jerk off one last time and the pleasure takes over relatively fast. The water feels soothing against your skin and as soon as you're done you were surprised when you looked down; three times as much cum had ejected your tiny member than usual. You already wanted to wash it off your hand when a completely crazy thought crossed your mind. You slowly guided your hand up to your mouth...
...and you cautiously lick the sticky fluid off the tip of your finger. It smells and tastes weird and you proceeded to wash the rest off your hands.
Tired, you plummet into your bed and go to sleep.