"Stop it!" I told myself. "Stop crying!" The tears kept streaming from my eyes, running over my face and dripping slowly on my obscene G cup breasts.
I squeezed my eyes shut. "Stop crying!" I told myself again. "Crying will not solve this!"
Finally my tears stopped. My eyes were red.
I looked in the mirror again. My tiny chubby arms and legs. Large breasts and thick lips, I looked like a failed sex toy. I could feel the tears building again, but I fought them back. Crying wasn't going to solve this. I needed to get to the bottom of this.
I stepped around to survey my room. If it even was my room. This horrid pink nightmare was unfamiliar. The size of the room did seem like mine at least. It's just the colors and the furnishing that were completely different. Where my wardrobe had been, was now a simple board on the wall with different collars. Some were actually quite pretty, if I had a dog I would definitely buy them.
I could see a window, but with my new height there was no way for me to look out of it.
Gone was my bed, in it's place a weird mat and a padded wall behind it. Only now did it occur to me that I had actually woken up there. My last memory was going to bed and I woke up in what should have been the location of my bed. Was someone playing a trick on me? But what kind of trick could twist my body into this nightmare?
The only thing that I seemed to recognize was a small bedside table with a lamp and a drawer. It looked exactly like the one I had, just a little shorter. I could probably easily reach the lamp on the and open the drawer. Maybe it's contents would shed some light on the situation.
I awkwardly waddled over, my large breasts jiggling as a I went. This was going to take some getting used to.
As I reached to open the tiny drawer my large breasts bumped into the bedside table nearly knocking it over. Stupid short arms. I opened the drawer. It didn't have much. Just some vaguely familiar magazines with hot boys. The titles were familiar, but I never really read them.
This room wasn't going to provide any more answers to me. I needed to get out. I waddled to the door. What was once just a few steps now actually felt like a journey on my stupid stubby legs. I held my breasts between my short arms to stop them from moving so much.
Standing on my toes, pushing my large breasts against the door I tried to reach the door handle. My fingers brushed the cold metal, but couldn't quite grasp it.
Damn it! Could this day get any worse?
I suddenly heard footsteps in the hallway, they stopped at my door. I clumsily hurried away from the door, nearly falling down from my awkward dimensions.
The door swung open.
My jaw nearly hit the floor.
"Good morning little princess!" My sister familiar voice boomed as she stood in the doorway. She towered over my new diminutive form, while she looked exactly like she always did.