Bambi quickly checked herself out in the mirror. She was relieved to see that other than looking a few years older, she looked much the same as she had before. In fact, if anything, Bambi decided she looked better. Pleased with herself, she posed a little in the mirror. "Golly!" she said breathily, "I'm, like, a freaking hottie!"
Me on the other hand, I was absolutely devastated. Not only I was trapped in a body that simply wouldn't listen to me but it was a body of the most light-headed bimbo I have ever seen. I don't mean I didn't have any control over what I'm doing but I got to find out that my new body was very much like a child - I could try to command it something or suggest to do stuff, but still it would end up doing whatever the hell it wanted...
I looked at myself in the mirror. I was gorgeous even though not quite the type of girls I liked. I was tall, mostly because my legs were so long. That was fortunate - I didn't really want having everyone towering over me like most of the girls do. But that was the end of things I liked about this body.
My breasts for instance. I could feel them jiggling about with my slightest movement. They also were getting in the way when I wanted to extend my arms forward. From my perspective they looked and felt massive, but looking at my image in the mirror I could see that it could have ended up worse. They size weren't that visible, mostly because I was so tall.
Bambi, in control of my body, apparently could feel that I was thinking about my breasts because I felt myself taking my shirt of and then I pushed them up with my dainty hands forming even more cleavage.
"Please, enough!" I shouted inside but Bambi was apparently having too much fun to stop.
I hated the jiggle. I really did. The way my chest was... spilling in different directions. Well, at that time I didn't know that soon it was going to get only worse.
I tried to concentrate on leaving and I was happy to notice that Bambi apparently agreed, because I felt myself starting to dress up again. The problem was a conversation started between two girls in the dressing room next door and sure they had a lot to wish for...
