Roy slid into his jeans and left her alone. She was a little dizzy but stood up and followed him down to the dining room.
Her dad looked up at her as she entered the room and said, “You must really like that bikini.”
Jen had practically forgotten and instinctively cupped her breasts with either hand. Dad didn’t acknowledge her action and instead asked if she had told her coach about the holes.
Jen remembered the conversation from the ride home yesterday and said, “I took care of it.”
Her mom looked up and noticed that she was still holding her breasts and asked, “Is something wrong with your chest dear?”
Jen blushed as she lowered her hands and said, “No...”
She could feel her nipples hardening and wondered if she could every really get used to that. She sat down and ate with her family. Once finished she asked to be excused and went back to her room.
Jen entered the room and felt pressure in the bottom of her stomach. She sat down with her legs forward and her torso facing the wall. She was careful to hold in her urine as she pushed out the poo. Once satisfied that she was empty of solids, she stepped into her bathtub and released both bladders. She hated having so little control over the spray directions and wondered how well Roy handled it. Perhaps he just pinched one, then turned and pinched the other. Or maybe he stood on the seat and held them both downward. The mental image made her laugh.
She let out a sigh and stepped in front of the mirror. Was she ready to try again? She decided that it would be better to write down her new conditions first and went back to her desk.
She wrote down two items:
- Won’t suffocate or pass out during transformations.
- After this next transformation, she would have the ability to transform at will.
She tried to think of something else to add but decided that having the ability to transform herself would save her from having to head to Kyle’s house tomorrow. If she thought of something else, she could always just use the words again.
Satisfied with her list, she stepped over to her full length mirror. She had one more decision to make as she looked at her backwards body and exposed breasts. If she was nude, then nobody would care if she stayed that way. Of course she could always put on cloths if she so desired. If she had stayed dressed for the next transformation then she’d always have to be clothed.
She thought for a moment, then decided...