16 year old Alice was in her room, scrolling through her Instagram feed on her smartphone. While she looked with jealousy at her classmates’s social lives, Jacopo’s Chronovac began to change the teenage girl.
Her ivory skin began to darken, first to a pinkish peach tone, then a little deeper to a slight tan, before finally settling on a dark olive tone. Her hair was getting darker too.
Her roots went from blonde to jet black in moments. The formerly straight hairs starting to curl as a rich coal black color overtook her increasingly wavy mane.
Alice noticed nothing until she went to brush away a stray hair that fell in front of her eyes. It was dark and curly! She turned her phone camera in her direction and tried tried to scream at the sight, but a growing part of her said that this was perfectly normal. She’d always had such lustrous dark hair, and her naturally tan skin gave her a healthy glow year round.
The sense of urgency soon passed and she tried to remember what it was about her hair that had made her so worried. She ran a hand through her long dark hair before noticing what it was that had caught her attention. A few stray white hairs mixed. in with her jet black temples.
“Shit. Only 17 and I already have some gray hairs coming in.”
As a full blooded Italian, Alessandra knew the women in her family started graying at an earlier age than most.
As she entertained the idea of dying her hair, her train of thought was interrupted by a warmth in her chest. She squirmed a bit as her breasts felt tight. She labored to unlatch her A cup bra. With a little effort she managed to pop it off, freeing her growing mammaries. She looked down in shock at her overflowing DD breasts.
“What the hell! My breasts should not be this big!” She thought.
“...At least not yet” Her mind finished for her. After all, her sisters didn't start needing E cups until they were in their twenties. “If I’m 18 and almost as big as they are now, she thought, I’ll probably end up needing a G cup like mom.“
She shook her head at the strange new thoughts starting to fill her head.
“What am I thinking? My sisters? I’m an only child!”
A searing headache rushed over her. Sometimes she wished she really was an only child. Being the youngest of four, her sisters could be so annoying. Ever since her brother Tony had gotten married and moved, out it was just her and her sisters at home with mom and dad. Sophia and Alyssa always treated her like a kid, even though she was almost old enough to drink.
Another wave of warmth ran over her as she continued to age, maturing into adulthood and leaving her teenage years behind her. She was getting taller. Her legs becoming longer and more shapely, her hips were growing wider, and her thighs and ass were quickly filling out with curves.
Her head was throbbing in pain. Conflicting memories going through her mind. Some of being a willowy redhead, others as a more voluptuous Italian girl. She laid down on her bed and drifted off into a deep sleep.