You scribble on the paper, Brooke is a mother.
Then you see flashing stripes lights, everything around is fades from students to desk and you feel that everything around you changes. You stand up and look everywhere in panic. You notice how your clothes and body changes and you feel something happening to your body. Your chest is heat and pushes out two round fat tits. You jolt a little as the two heavy mammaries make you fall in front of the colored revolving abstract painting world.
You feel something being drained on your crotch and you notice that you penis and balls shrinks rapidly and is turned into a vagina lips. Your hold your hands on your expanding ass as it gains a little bit more weight and you feel that you stomach, hips and whole lower body gains a hourglass shape.
The clothes reappear on you with a tacky t-shirt with a single word in it. your ass is covered by a thong, leggings and a blac small skirt. Your height raises as your feet are filled inside of two high heels. Lastly you feel something beginning to hold your huge breasts. Lastly you feel your hair getting puffier and lengtier and feel something hard sticking in your tongue.
Then the spinning stops and you see yourself in a living room.
You look side-to-side to see where you are, but you have no idea where you are. You are holding a very expensive looking purse which has your TF-notebook inside with assortment of other weird objects you've never seen. You hear someone moving in the kitchen and approaching the living room.
It's Brooke.
"Hey Mo-" You stop yourself for calling her mom, but you feel that calling her Brooke would seem pretty weird too.
"Hi Loona, how's the school." Brooke says as she sats on the sofa next to you with two large bowls of chips and sweets. She begins to pour soda to a wine glass and take a big gulp out of it. You notice that Brooke looks very old and overweighted. You see her wearing loose gympants and very stainy t-shirt.
"The school was fine." You respond immediatly like that was something you were supposed to do. "So mom, how was your day?"
Brooke glances at you and then turn back at the TV in front of you while she takes a big chunk of the chips and stuffs her mouth.
"It was okay." She says and keeps drinking soda.
You get a feeling that Brooke doesn't want to bother herself that much and looks very bored. You excuse yourself and go to your room which is filled with a lot of girly things like make-up, band posters and stuffed animals. Then you notice the pink dildo on the top of the bed. The bed itself is pretty worndown and bed sheets has a lot of stains in them. You then notice the smell. Not a pleasant but sugary, as if someone has had sex in this room.
You can't believe that this is your room. The matress has a lot of stuff in it too and you feel constantly that you are about to step on something. You begin to pry the drawers you have and see a drawer dedicated on used and unused condoms. The used ones are inside a transparent zip bag which has text on it reading, "trophies".
Rest of the two drawers have assortment of nicknacks and other useless junk in it. You dispose your whole bag and see that you bag has no books. You get terrified as you see two letters, packet of condom, three purses filled with money and a bunch of pregnancy tests. The only thing which you still believe is yours is the TF-notebook which looks as it should be.
You feel hesitant as you are about to undo the thing you moment ago made, but at the same time you feel like that this is a good opportunity to change your life. So after a long thought, you decide to ...