As she was grabbing books from her locker she saw Jeffery, some kid she picked on a few days ago. Without provocation he yelled: “Hey titty-crotch, how’s it hanging!”
“Of course everyone knew,” she thought, “but to just yell it out like that?”
Her cheeks flushed red as she turned towards him.
She didn't want to say it and desperately willed herself to stay quiet, but it was no use. She yelled back: “Firm and sexy, unlike anything you've got in your crotch!”
A few of the students nearby laughed as Jeffery let out a harrumph and walked away. She smiled at her wit but soon felt the changes coming on.
In moments, her top two rows of breasts shrank, causing her already loose bra to slip down. The gauze held alright though.
At the same time she felt pressure in her vagina as her lowest breast swelled.
Right about then, the bell rang. Irritated by the timing, she grabbed her things and hobbled to her first class, feeling self conscious and aroused...