“Have you always had boobs?”
I looked down. I looked like I was smuggling a couple of volleyballs in my shirt. I squeezed my chest. These puppies felt firm. They felt… real.
“Dude… what the fuck?” was all I could say.
“Like, I know you’re a chick an all,” Carlos said, “but… people don’t just grow boobs that big… overnight?”
So then I was like, “Gimme a minute? I need the bathroom.” He nodded and I bolted into the bathroom next door. I locked the door, ripped off my shirt, and just kinda… gawked at myself in my mirror. Boobs. Real, honest to fuck boobs. No saline, no silicone, just boob fat. Boobs. Breasts. Tits. Fun bags. Hooters. I felt like I was hyperventilating just looking at them. They were heavy, too, holy cow! And soft, really soft. I’ll admit, I have always wanted to get my hands on a pair of boobs like these. What red blooded teenage boy who wasn’t gay didn’t want to touch boobs like these?
Not like this though. I never imagined that I would be the one who had them growing from their chest.
I mostly just sat down on the toilet seat and tried to calm down my breathing. That’s when I realized that something else had changed too. The fur covered more of my body than yesterday. Now it ran all the way down to my ankles and up to my rib cage. The transformation was getting faster.
After a moment to compose myself I put my shirt back on and went back to Carlos’ room. I took a deep breath, looked him square in the eyes, and asked him, “How long have I had these boobs?”
And he answered with, “I don’t know, maybe half an hour?”
So then I ask him “How long have I had this tail?”
“As long as I’ve known you, you’ve always had a tail,” he said.
I take another deep breath. I let his answers sink in. I start to piece together an understanding of the rules to my transformation.
1) I’m gonna be a short, chubby rat girl with a dick by the end of it.
2) The changes always get added around midnight.
3) Unless someone else is in the room with me when it happens, everyone treats me like I’ve always had these features.
“Carlos,” I said with all of the seriousness I could muster, “I think I have a curse.”