Link: A new Rachael…
The first thing Rachael noticed when she opened her eyes was that she had breasts, two small mounds raising the fabric of her pyjama top and pressing an unfamiliar weight on her chest. She jumped out of bed and stood in front of her mirror, pulling off her pyjamas, which were far too big now anyway, and staring at her naked form. She wasn’t fat anymore! She wasn’t thin either, but at least she wasn’t nearly as overweight as before. Rachael was happier than she could remember. She cupped one small breast in her hand and rubbed the other across her still slightly pudgy stomach.
“Oh well, at the rate things are going, that’ll be gone by lunchtime!” She then looked at her face close up in the mirror. Her eyes had changed color, turned from plain brown to a vibrant shade of forest green and she loved them. Then she noticed it.
“I can see! I don’t need glasses anymore. This is great!” she almost shouted it.
“Are you alright Rachael?” her Mom called.
“Yeah, I’m fine Mom.” That sobered her up a bit, her Mom hadn’t seen the changes and Rachael was worried about what she would say. But she decided to deal with one problem at a time, the first one being: what to wear? All her pants were now far too big, even if she belted them they’d look ridiculous drawn in that far. A skirt would be more forgiving, but she didn’t know if she had any. At the back of the closet, she found a pleated pale brown skirt an aunt had given her for Christmas one year. It had been about three sizes too small back then but she had appreciated the gesture and she appreciated it even more now. A cream blouse went well with it but it was very baggy. Her new breasts helped fill the extra space though, and they presented a further problem, she didn’t own any bras. Rachael had never needed them, her A cup breasts were too small to really require support and she’d always felt bitter that even with so much weight, none of it seemed to go to her chest. Now that seemed to be the only place she had gained weight. She ducked into her parents room to borrow one of her Mom’s bras. Rachael’s Mom was a C cup, but she knew she could stuff the extra space with tissues or something. Having done so, she looked at herself in the mirror and was amazed, she actually felt attractive.
“Rachael, what are you doing? You’ll miss the bus.” Lost in her happiness, she hadn’t been watching the clock and she grabbed her bag, ran downstairs and raced out the door, grabbing an apple from the bench to substitute for breakfast.
“Bye Mom!” she yelled but was then distracted by the sensation of her breasts bouncing inside her blouse as she ran.