Jennifer was feeling hot. A steady heat spread all across the front of her chest. Flushed, she started to breathe deeply as sweat started bead on her forehead. Just as she thought something was very wrong the heat abated quickly. But as it left her body there was something new. A pressure in her chest, specifically her breasts felt compressed. Her bra was now binding, compressing her breasts uncomfortably. Jennifer looked down at her body. Her shirt, tight across her chest, contained mounds that were clearly larger than they were a minute before.
Jennifer sulked forward in her desk, drawing her arms around her to try and hide the sudden change. Squashing her new breasts onto the desk she found the new sensations weird and awkward. She hoped that the fluffy arms of her knit top would hide the change while she figured this out. Looking about she confirmed that no one else seemed to notice. The lecture continued unimpeded. She was alone among the class.
Slowly she leaned back again. Her breasts were in pain as her bra squeezed them back against her ribs. She had to do something about that without letting anyone see. Deftly, in a way that only girls are able, Jennifer made to scratch her back between her shoulders and unclasped her bra. Shrugging and wiggling a little she was able to unseat her breasts from the cups. Now free she could breathe easier.
Leaning back now Jennifer crossed her arms over her chest and cautiously explored further. Without looking she felt about. Her breasts were noticeably larger. Her mind reeling she tried to think of anyway in which this could have happened. Nothing clicked until she reviewed her day. The phone call, Kyle, the curse. It was real.
She had been transformed.
She tried to remembered what he had said. Slowly it came back in pieces. Someone was thinking of sex near her. But how close? And who?
Slowly Jennifer found herself spying Cam carefully. It was him, she was sure. But as she pondered how to make him stop, there came another hot-flash signaling another change.