Jen woke up around 9:45 on Sunday. She remembered her plans with Suzy and was in a great mood.
“Today she would go back to normal,” she thought, pushing herself up from the bed. The weight of her four breasts reminded her that she would still have an unusual body, but aside from herself, nobody would care. Her end goal was to make her crotch manageable again. The small A cup that hung from her vagina wasn't bad, but it still made it difficult to wear most of her undies. She did enjoy how it felt to milk it thought, part of her hoped that it would stay just as sensitive when it shrank down.
She was starting to like the idea of spending her days with the bottom row exposed.
Jen pulled off her night gown and found another pair of loose fitting panties. At least, they used to be loose. She slipped them up her legs and pulled them tight against the soft breast.
Next, she pulled on an old C cup bra, then found a white t-shirt to wear. It was long enough to meet her waist, but really didn't do anything to hide the shape of her chest.
She found a knee length skirt and pulled it on and made sure to lift it high enough to not rub against her raised hood.
Satisfied with her appearance, she left her room. As she went down the stairs, she noticed the smell of pancakes in the air....