"Why didn't anyone tell me!" you yell out, looking into the mirror, taking in the fact that part of your body has been transformed by your new blouse.
Turning sideways, you groan at the obvious fact that you have breasts, thinking, "How am I going to hide this?"
Facing forward, you reach up and begin to unbutton the blouse, thinking that it is rather fetching and kind of cute, but just as quickly as you think that you push the thoughts from your head, telling yourself, "This is all wrong.
Unbuttoned, you stare in disbelief at the two, milky white orbs that now occupy your chest. Touching the areola on your left breast, noting that it rounder, brighter and generally more pronounced, you gasp out as it suddenly dawns on you that your chest isn't the only thing that has changed.
Slipping off the blouse, tearing your eyes away from your B cup sized breasts, you run a hand across your now flat abdomen, realising that your torso is now has a more hourglass shape to it and that your arms are much skinnier then before.
Lifting your arms you see, but aren't shocked, that your armpit arm is now gone, replaced by smooth skin. Touching various parts of your torso, but avoiding touching your breasts as much as possible, you realise that you skin is softer, more feminine. Groaning, you pick up the blouse from off the bench where you dropped it and looking at the article of clothing, taking in the white fabric, the padded area where the breasts would rest, noting the deep v-line that would show the cleavage, you ask yourself, "How am I going to undo this?"
From outside the stall a store attendant answers, "You can always return tomorrow, if you are unhappy. Or, you can try one of our many competitors. Though I do warn you that you may not be happy with the outcome and that it is not guaranteed that any of them will be having the same sale we are having."
Pulling on the blouse, suddenly realising that you like the way it hugs your body, accenting just the right areas, you shudder at the thought as you first button it back up - bothered only slightly that the buttons are on the opposite side - and then adjust your breasts, not liking the fact that you have to touch them. As you do so, you tell the shop attendant, "Thanks," and step out of the changing stall.
Looking down at the coupon vouchers, you begin to flip through them, looking for a department store, dreading the idea that you may just have to return tomorrow.