Gwendolyn “Gwen” Simmons was a reporter working for The Everyday Reporter, a dying local newspaper. She’d been working as an unpaid intern when she wasn’t in class. The 21 year old college junior had long dreamt of being a reporter ever since she’d been a little kid and had mostly written it off a pipe dream since the internet killed most print journalism. Besides, she didn’t exactly fit the profile - her ultra pale skin, pixie cut dyed green hair, and her short stature of only 4 foot 10 didn’t exactly scream “journalist” and neither did her mostly passive personality and goth-ish black makeup.
Gwen was just about to quit when an odd event started occurring around her. A girl from her English class disappeared. Gwen, oddly enough, couldn’t remember her name. However, this hadn’t stopped her from asking the professor - who had no idea what she was talking about. Then she asked her classmates, who looked at her like she was crazy.
Gwen *knew* that the girl had existed. She laid in her bed that night, unable to sleep.
Suddenly, something hit her. The girl - she remembered something! She’d been getting strange emails! From... what was it? Sapphos? Lesbians? Some kind of cult.
The next day, Gwen tried searching “lesbian cults” but couldn’t find anything interesting. However, when she went to the Wikipedia page for Sapphos, she saw the word Lesbos, and with no other options, searched it online.
“Hmmm. I still can’t find anything.” She said to herself, falling back on her bed. “I wonder... maybe I’m the crazy one?”
However, this thought was interrupted by a message on her phone. She looked at it - an email from... Lesbos?!
She opened the email, which auto played a video.
Gwen’s ears were bombarded with a sharp buzzing sound and the distant sound of voices, too quiet to make out.
However, she couldn’t help but watch the video, as if something were drawing her in.
The video contained a woman in a cleavage bearing black dress playing with her huge breasts through it. The woman obviously had no bra, her nipples rock hard. Gwen could hear the woman letting out quiet moans as she played with her nipples.
Gwen spaced out until the video stopped. She didn’t realize that her C cup breasts firmed up instead of drooping like they had before; no, now her breasts stood up proudly on her chest, as if they were implants. Her hips expanded slightly as well, not enough to really notice, her butt firming just as her breasts had.
“Did... did I really just watch that whole thing? Some spam porn ad email? What’s wrong with me? And... why am I horny? Wait, what was I doing before this?” She said to herself, deleting the email.
She no longer had any memory of trying to find the girl who’d missing, in fact she no longer remembered her at all.
Gwen was now much more concerned about her sexuality - was she a lesbian, or bi? She couldn’t shake this warm feeling deep inside of her that she’d gotten from watching that beautiful woman playing with her breasts.
Gwen sat up on her bed and grabbed her laptop, trying to distract herself.