You lay on the bed comfortably and lazily, but you suddenly notice a piece of white that didn't fit in with the white carpet. You pick it up and notice it was a folded, torn up note. You don't want to invade someone's privacy, but the curiosity won over and you decide to take a peek at it. You open the small folded portion and stared at the neat, girly, cursive on the page, dotting the i's with hearts to boot and hearts doodled all over the page. You read:
To Sunny,
What's up girlfriend? Thanks for visiting me! It's totally, like, awesome that you finally came. I was getting so lonely around here without you. But wow, you changed quite a bit from when we last saw each other. I mean look at you! Changed from a flat chested tomboy to a gorgeous figure. Your breasts are at least a DD-cup, and you're going bra-less. Man, girl! I never knew you had it in you!
The rest of the note is torn out there, but you suddenly shiver and feel a weird feeling in your chest. You shrug it off as the odd feeling the dress gives you in the chest and search the room for more of the note. You fail to find any more, and you sit down in disappointment. The last line of the note sticks to you. Your breasts are at least a DD-cup? You've never met any woman with anything more than a B, and you wondered how big those breasts would be. You feel another odd feeling in your chest, and you smooth the dress down again. A strange tingling goes over you as you run your hand through your chest. You look down, and see two tiny mounds filling the dress, making it look fuller. Breasts?
Your brain finally realizes what's on your chest and you run to the mirror, looking at your reflection. Two tiny mounds are on your chest, not filling the mounds that the sundress needed, but enough to notice and tell that you have breasts.
You panic, and stuff the note in your pocket, forgotten for now, and tried to close your eyes and wake up, with you without breasts and normal again. You open your eyes and you still see the same room. Darn it.