You stand there for a moment, your tired mind slowly piecing things together. The long hair on your shoulder, the change in posture, the emptiness between your legs and the strange weight on your chest. Looking down you see a pair of generous, C Cup breasts, topped with big, dark nipples. You tentatively touch one, and a shiver of pleasure rolls through you.
"Scary" You mutter, and are surprised to recognise your voice.
Before you even look in the mirror, you know you are Emily Marshall, the 17 years old student from your math class. You had always thought she was hot, but you had never wanted to get *this* up close and personal to her!
Walking over to the mirror felt strange, Your breasts jiggled with each step, and your hips seemed to have a mind of their own, swinging seductively despite your attempts to walk straight.
"What the hell happened to me?" You wondered.
"Em is that you?" A voice called from outside. "Hurry up or you'll be late for school!"
School? That was the last thing you wanted. Then an idea struck you. If you go to school, maybe the real Emily might be there in your body! Maybe she knew what was going on! Then you remember the pleasure you felt from touching your new body and maybe... you could find out more about what it's like to be a girl...