[Jen wakes up early] (Friday)
The previous night, she had gone to bed earlier than usual, and now she found herself feeling wide awake at 5am. “I’m supposed to be sick,” Jen remembered, planning to stay in bed until her parents left...
As she thought about her parents she remembered that she had hardly spoken with Fred since she was cursed.
The man downstairs wasn't really her father. They lost him when she was twelve, same age as her sister now. The man was nice enough but he was just some guy who mom met a couple years later. He and Alison got along great, but for her, it just wasn't the same.
When this curse started, she just thought of him as another free fix. One quick compliment towards his hair or tie and presto, pussy breast is a cup size back towards normal.
But now, she was seeing this relationship with new eyes...
They always argued about pointless things and she hardly gave him the time of day. And yet, he was devoting his life to her family. She couldn't help feeling a bit remorseful.
For the first time since her change she was preparing to offer genuine happiness for it’s own sake rather than to fix her ailment.
He usually left around 6am. She knew she’d find him in the kitchen, reading through the newspaper. Still in her night gown, she made her way down the steps. If her breasts were their usual size she would have worn something less revealing. The fabric was thin and a little transparent in the right light, but baggy enough for the two rows to be nondescript.
She rounded the corner and entered the kitchen. There he was, sipping coffee and reading the paper.
“Fred?” She began...