Not being a quitter, Jenny composed herself enough to sit up and wipe her face dry. "No," she said. "I'm not giving up."
She stood up and felt her curvy body jiggle a few seconds. Another tear dripped from her eye and rolled down to her chin, finally dropping onto her impressive cleavage. God, she felt so weepy with a 10-year-old girl's head.
She ignored the occasional tear and started to poke around at the back of the Chronivac. Her large nails made it awkward to hold things, but she managed to test all of the plugs. She pulled out the power cable and plugged it back in. Suddenly, the green light on the Chronivac lit up again.
"Yes," she declared and wiped away a tear of happiness. She affectionately touched the Chronivac with a tear soaked hand and was rewarded by it with a sudden electric shock. "Ow," she cried as she pulled her hand away quickly.
The light turned red, and a flashing message appeared on the computer screen that read simply, "Error."
"Uh oh," she said as she felt a tingle pass through her body again. Then, she felt herself grow even curvier. Her breasts ballooned out as her hips broadened, her butt swelled, and her legs stretched longer bellow her. She felt her face shift again as well. When the changes finished, the Chronivac shut itself off again.
"Shit!" she said, looking down at herself. Her breasts had been enormous before. Now, they looked positively ridiculous, like a couple of fleshy basketballs hidden beneath her dress. She could sense that the rest of her body had become bigger and sexier as well, but her massive tits blocked most of her view below her. "Oh, this is just great," she said and noticed that her voice sounded a bit different now too. She sighed, it was even higher.
She stumbled back to her parents' room again, trying not to tip over from all of the imbalanced weight on her. The reflection that greeted her in their mirror was comical, literally. She looked like some comic book artist's demented fantasy woman. Besides her basketball boobs, she now had an extremely exaggerated hourglass waist with an ass that was just as bulbous as her chest. Her legs looked even longer too.
And, above all of this extremely sexy female flesh was an incongruous little girl's head. What's worse, it looked even younger than before. By her best guess, she appeared to have the head of an 6-year-old girl now. Her hair was now done up in a pair of cute pony tails. "Terrific," she said with a slight lisp, which made it sound more like "terwific." She started to cry again. "Stop it," she told herself between her sobs, but hearing her squeaky, girly voice only made her sadder. "Oh, God!" she moaned. "I'm a total freak." She headed back to her room, holding the wall for balance and crying all the way. She threw herself on her bed and felt her face rest on her pillowy breasts below. She sobbed and sobbed and felt like a wretched, inconsolable child.
Eventually, she cried herself out. She lifted her head off of her sticky, damp breasts and looked around her changed room. The toys were even more girly and childish. The teen boy pictures had been replaced by posters of ponies and other cartoons. Her bed was the same, but the sheets now had a cartoon pattern on them. She sat up and felt her boobs swing down before her. At least her butt felt comfortably padded below her, one minor plus.
"Jenny," a voice called from downstairs. "Are you okay?" She recognized it as Emile, her new brother. "You've been up there a while."
"Fine!" she shouted back. "I'm fine." Then, to herself, she said, "Yeah, sure, I'm fine... a fine mess."
What was she going to do now?