Sitting in the bathroom, rubbing your suddenly sore and tender breasts, asking yourself what it is that you should do, it dawns on you that your chest feels different.
Looking down, unsure of what you are seeing, you stand and peering into the other room, noting that Claire and then others - except Kelly - are talking and giggling amongst themselves about something, you silently thank a higher power that they are preoccupied and close the bathroom door, clicking the lock as you do so.
Listening at the door, you think it fortunate that they didn't hear you engage the lock and turned back to the mirror. Reaching down and grasping the hem of the shirt you are wearing you pull it up and over your head.
Standing in the bathroom, wearing nothing but the pyjama bottoms and bra, you lean closer toward the mirror and think, "What the hell," as you notice that there is a slight bulge to your chest.
Pulling the padding out, you reach back and with some difficulty, you undo the clasp. Pushing down the straps, you slid the bra off, suddenly thinking, "Thing is really too uncomfortable. I don't know why we allow ourselves to be taught to wear such things," and then stop as you notice that your chest looks different and that the thought you just had would be perfectly normal, if you were female.
Turning sideways, you look into the mirror and then face forward again, noting that your areolas are more pronounced, your nipples are also more pronounced and erect and then it dawns on you that what you were rubbing before where breast buds and what you have now are the equivalent of a double A cup.
Touching the growing flesh, suddenly realising just how sensitive they are, you think, "What the hell," as you watch in horror and wonder as your chest slowly fills out to an A cup.
"This has gone too far. I have to get out of here," you think as you cast an eye towards the bathroom window, realise that it is too small for you to squeeze through and that, even if you were still able to get through it - which you think might be difficult with your chest slowly growing outward - you're still two stories up and have no way done.
Turning back to the sink, the sensation in your abdomen and groin growing now to point where you can ignore it, you reach up, brushing past your breasts, and attempt to remove the wig, thinking as you do so, "I'll just have to make some excuse or sneak past Claire and the others," and then you stop what you are doing.
Yanking on the wig, you nearly cry out as it pulls against your flesh. Leaning forward, hating the way your chest feels as it now pressed against the cold porcelain of the sink, you shift your hands about, pushing the hair about and then think, "What the," as it becomes apparent that what is on your head is no longer a wig, but a full set of auburn coloured hair that now hangs down just past your shoulder blades.
Backing up, panicking, noting that even though your chest is still rather sore and very tender your breasts have stopped growing at a B cup, you grab the pyjama shirt and pulling it on, you hug yourself in a rather effeminate fashion, thinking, "This is insane. This can't be happening. I need to find a way to reverse it. I need to get out of here."
Turning away from the sink, knocking the bra and padding onto the floor, you reach for the door and unlocking it, you pause, wondering what you best course of action to be is.
Before you can decide, the door opens and you are looking at Kelly. Seeing you, she bubbles out, "The others are downstairs getting snacks. It's just you and me. Do you still want me to pierce your ears," and then stood there, waiting for your answer, holding what you suddenly noticed to be a towel, some ice cubes and a some piercing studs.