It was hard to describe exactly, but bubbly was a word for it. It almost felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders... some curse this turned out to be. It felt nice to be in an almost blissful state after that nightmare.
I got up and stretched, taking a deep breath. That's when the change became noticeable. As I breathed in, I felt my breasts growing. It startled me and I coughed. My tits stuttered and shook as choked on my breath, they threw me off-balance and I fell to my bed. "What the fuck?" I said to no one.
The words coming out of my mouth seemed to boom and vibrate within me. I breathed in again, my boobs expanded about 2 cup sizes, and I hummed on the exhale. I could feel the vibrations in my tits. It really threw me off.
At this point, I was starting to panic. How do I wear a bra with these? What are other people gonna think when they see me? What will my mom think? My palms were clammy, my face felt hot, I started feeling pins and needles across my forearms. My had therapist told me these were signs of a panic attack. That information didn't make me feel any better at that moment though.
I could feel my heart pounding and skipping a beat in my chest. I closed my eyes, and tried to stop thinking. You're okay Emily, it's fine Emily. If you’re gonna have a different transformation everyday, you might as well get used to the panic and fear.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Deep breath in, deep breath out. I continued the exercise until I got feeling in my hands again. I opened my eyes. I was still breathing deeply. The tank top I always sleep in was doing gymnastics. Tight as a balloon, loose as cutains, taught as a tightrope, flaccid and droopy. It gripped me with fear again. My chest exploded out and back in a few times until I got it under control.
I thought about what I thought earlier, if I was truly cursed, I'd have to get used to being cursed, and I had better get used to it soon. Luckily today was a Saturday and I didn't have any plans, that I could remember anyway. So I decided to....