Jeen didn't remember why she had her phone in her hand, nor did she remember what happened in the last few minutes. She just ignored it and threw her phone on the bed.
Next, Jeen went to her panty drawer and found the pink panties that paired with her bra. She put on her panties, looked at the mirror in her room and thought:
"Maybe it's not a good idea to go in the cheerleader uniform. It could end up staining."
Jeen unzips her skirt and slides it off her smooth legs to the floor, then she begins to take off her blouse. When she quickly lifts her blouse over her head, her breasts detach and pop out of her bra.
One of Jeen's breasts bounced under her bed like a balloon filled with water, the other she felt him hit her sockless foot. Jeen, without her blouse, just wearing panties and a loose bra, looks down at the floor and sees one of her breasts that has popped out.
Completely ignoring the lack of her beautiful plump breasts, Jeen approaches the bosom bounced near in the closet. She grabs her precious breast by the nipple, like any useless thing.
Dare and transformation are happening.
Jeen turned a board. Her breasts, her precious breasts, of which Jeen was so proud, that she was the envy of all the girls in school, that she was the object of desire of many boys in her school, were something worthless to Jeen. Now that breast, to the person who should care about it the most, was a...