You pause in midstride, hand clasping the back of your neck, fingers curled against long, lush silken tresses that caress the small of your back as you test them. You feel your face flush as you slide open the wardrobe... but think better of it, knowing that little will fit you now.
Everything seems... slanted, and your steps are cautious because your balance feels different. It is different, because you have weight where you did not before, distracting swells on your chest that rise and fall. Your palms go there as you stand naked in the doorway to the living room, cupping the new curved weight. You draw a quick expanding breath as your fingers brush the pink circles that are much more sensitive than before, the flesh flushing and responding, tightening and aching as your fingers brush and slide across them, familiar beads of rising pink circling the firming peaks. In a moment of exploration and pleasure, you guide your breasts together, the curves touching, skin against skin, and your lips part, your breath rippling warmth over the new shape that is yours, a second puberty condensed into one night, above and below.
Still, there is much to worry about. Wondering what else might have changed, you rush to the bathroom, your steps jostling your new shape disconcertingly, your body not quite your own. Striding from carpet to linoleum, your footfalls make soft slapping sounds as you grasp the porcelain of the sink, fingernails clicking upon it.
You stare, gawking at the lush leonine blond hair that frames your face and trails feathered tufts onto your collarbones. Your eyebrows are in need of a sculpt and trim, the edges a bit ragged above worried cobalt blue eyes ringed with wreaths of lush, dark lashes, your slender nose flaring with your breath, cheeks flushed and rosy lips parted, a hint of danger in the straight edges of the white teeth beyond.
The new channel of your newly deepened cleavage is visible in the mirror as you look, and your attention is newly drawn to the expanded curves that settle against the cool porcelain as you lean over to look. No wonder your bra didn't fit. Bracing against the sink, your forearms twitch and your biceps are very softly visible within your longer arms. Your fuzzy, frosted thighs tense and your tense nipples perk outward invitingly as a wave of heat runs over you. This is going to take some... getting used to...