If this were a dream it seemed awfully detailed and real, but Brittany nevertheless decided that maybe she could wait it out. Trying to ignore the feelings from her body she went over to the glass doors and closed them. Then she closed the curtains making the room dark. She switched on the television, it didn't matter what channel it was on, she just wanted some noise to drown out her thoughts. She moved a chair up against the already locked door and wrapped her unfamiliar body in a dressing gown in the hope of forgetting about it.
She selected a tacky beer from the minibar, the sort of thing she'd normally have drunk, and sat on the floor leaning against the bed with remote in hand. Huddled up she idly flicked through the channels looking for something to make her mind busy.
The minutes started to inch by. She couldn't make herself comfortable, not in a way that didn't remind her about her situation. She couldn't curl up without her breasts pressing against her legs. Every way she sat she felt that strange emptiness between her legs. Her hips felt too wide. Her arms and shoulders felt dainty.
She flicked the channel again and by chance found the news. Brittany managed to tune in and forget about herself for a few minutes. Soon though the presenter summarised the news for that day, and mentioned a high profile case of sexual harassment that Brian wouldn't normally have even paid any thought, but somehow it strung a heart-string when she started to wonder whether it could happen to her. It only lasted a moment before the presenter moved onto a story about the new CEO of a big company, and suddenly Brittany wondered whether her life and career could ever resume as normal like this. She blocked out those thoughts and carried on watching, but the next story about abortion law pushed her over the edge and she switched off the television. Maybe Sally had a point, maybe he really was a womanizing jerk..?