A wave of confusion washed over Jennifer Smith in that moment. She sat on the cold tile floor of the bathroom with a warm breast in her left hand and a little pink strip of flesh in her right. Pressing her vagina between her thumb and her first finger, her mind raced..
"Am I going to die?" she thought, with a rising note of panic.
She looked down her naked body, at the place where her breasts normally sat. There were no scars or signs of trauma, just pale flesh. "It's as if I never had breasts at all," thought Jennifer, dreamily. Looking past her bare chest she got another flash of her anatomically incorrect pubic zone. "My God," she exclaimed, and in her panic let the contents of both hands drop to the floor. The breast, HER breast, landed with a slapping sound and began to roll towards the sink. Her small strip of a vagina stayed where it had dropped.
What could she do, who could she call? If she called 911, how would she describe the emergency? "Yes, operator," she said aloud, "the nature of the emergency is that I've suddenly become a flat Barbie doll!" Of course she couldn't call for medical help. But who could she call? She instantly thought of calling her boyfriend Steve, but they'd only been dating for a few weeks; how could she spring this situation on him? Her mind was racing but she was still sitting dumbly on the floor of her bathroom. "I NEED a plan" she thought to herself, but all that she said was "I need a hot shower."
Pushing herself into a squatting position, and careful not to crush her vagina, Jennifer rose and stepped out of her panties. She walked out of the bathroom, but turned back for another look at the odd image: Both breasts had rolled towards the sink, since the tiled floor slopes slightly in that direction. Her blouse and panties lay in a crumpled heap beside a small pink sliver of flesh. She thought it looked vaguely like a murder scene, except for the total absence of blood. What had caused this to happen?
She rummaged around in her room for a moment and returned with a small shoebox. Not knowing what else to do, Jennifer lovingly placed her spare parts in the box. Expecting them to be cold from their time on the floor, she was shocked to notice that they remained at body temperature. Even more surprising was the fact that when Jen touched her breast, she felt the sensation in both her hand and in her breast. She even noticed that her nipple became erect as she placed her second breast into the box with its twin and her vagina. “Curiouser and curiouser,” she mused, alla Alice in Wonderland. She placed a lid over the box and stashed it in the cabinet under the sink. Hopefully a hot shower would clear her head...