Morning came and Chris soon stirred, her eyes fluttering open as the early morning light rushed in through his window. How long was I out...she thought to herself as she lift herself out of the bed and stretched. Her body felt...funny. Lighter, save for her chest...but sleep had dulled her senses and for right now, she didn't notice.
She moved for the bathroom to wake herself up and prepare herself for the day. She turned the tap and water began to fall from the faucet. She let her slender hands fall under the water and splashed a bit on her face. When, she looked up at the mirror, she blinked...and then screamed. The sound of her voice only made her even more panicked. It sounded way too high to be her usual, masculine tone.
"What...what the hell...?" She questioned, still marveling at her new voice. Her soft face...the lips...the hair...even...Her hands went to be placed upon her breasts, still contained by that bra. She was wearing a bra?!? She winced and then lift her mounds up, feeling their weight. This couldn't be happening...she couldn't have...these!
Her gaze marched past those breasts until it reached the small pair of panties that now covered her groin.
"Oh god..." She muttered as she let go of her swells. Her thighs shift from side to side, trying to feel for the familiar bulge...but nothing was there. She couldn't have gotten...her hands trembled and slid down her smooth, taunt stomach until it reached the hem of the panties. Fingers clasped it and she pulled them forward. To her horror, the bulge was gone, leaving only that feminine slit. She gasped and then snapped the under-garment back into place.
"I can't be...I'm a guy. I can't be a girl." Her arms rose to look over the now slender appendages. Her legs were similar, and she couldn't get over her much wider her hips looked.
"This isn't happening." She repeated. "This isn't happening." She stumbled from the bathroom and down the hall, the swaying of her new breasts causing a disturbed feeling to swell inside of her. She stopped at the top of the stairs and looked down to those swells. An eye-full of smooth, round cleavage came to her eyes. Her hands rose and tried to peel the cups of the bra back, but the garment was on tight. A wince and her hands went backwards to fumble with the latch. It took her a few tries before she was finally able to get it off. The bra was quickly slipped off and discarded in disgust. Her eyes now took in the full look of her breasts. They were small, but matched her form. The orbs perky and in the cool air of the house, pinkened nipples hardened a bit.
The feeling was alien...she never expected to know what it was like to hold the weight of these globes, and the sensations her nipples were sending her in the cold air was a bit disconcerting. Her hands rose to cup the mounds and heft them up and down, as if to confirm their reality. Once again, the feeling in the mounds surprised her. The globes were quite sensitive, especially around those pink round nubs. She nearly gasped at the feeling and red flowed into her face. She...she needed to focus...find a way to get back to her original form.
Chris didn't have too long to think however when a knock came from the door...