At the window, the light from the moon partially illuminates your body. Now having a source of light you try to make out what happened to you and why you feel so strange. From the dim moonlight you look down at your hands and arms. You take note of their thinness before shifting your attention to the pulling sensation you feel from inside your chest. Reaching for your chest your foreign hands arrive upon foreign terrain.
"What the..." you say in your changed voice.
Suddenly the street lights come back on and you are flooded in a yellow glow. You squeeze at the obstruction in your path to investigate your chest. You feel something squeeze your chest.
"That can't be me!" you say in fear.
You grasp the globular form and feel something through the fabric, against what you'd been calling your chest.
"Holy freaking fuck!" you shout out, "I have fucking Breasts!!!!"
Looking back out the window you suddenly have an urgent desire for air. You fling open the window and suddenly feel a cool breeze across your strange body. The coolness of the breeze causes what you are regretfully thinking of as your nipples while the presence of it reveals the fact that your hair is longer and curly.
"No..." you are overcome by fright.
You pull your hands away from your breasts and hair.
"Please No..."
You reach downwards and start to pull at the satin clothes you seem to be wearing.
"For the love of all that is good in this world No..."
Your thin and foreign fingers touch something no man, in the history of the species, has ever had as part of his body.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooo!!!!!" you scream out at the cold night sky.
You jump back from the window, covering your face with your hands.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck!"
You stumble past the couch and to a doorway. You open the door and back through it. You fumble for a light switches and flood the room in clear bright light.
"Say it is a dream. Say it is a dream. Say it is a dream."
You then turn to face what just so happens to be a mirror and see looking back at you, their face contorted in a look of terror, Bridgett Appleford.
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