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26. exposer

25. Down we go

24. Another intentional wish

23. Not all was done

22. Out of Control Day: Skin and B

21. Jon weakling

20. Change Below

19. it get's worse

18. Welcome Home

17. Hair Less Apparent?

16. Running into Karyn's Mom

15. The Bigger They Are

14. and so they shrink

13. Intentional Wishing?

12. Pucker Up

11. Clothes Encounter?

10. Jon Gets an Eyeful

9. Gaining Some Sense

8. Three Blocks Is a Long Way in

7. Stepping Up

Out of Control Day: What do You do When Your Breasts are Exposed?

on 2013-07-16 01:26:50

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"I cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors
"I screamed his name 'til the neighbors called the cops
"I numbed the pain at the expense of my liver
"Don't know what I did next, all I know I couldn't stop"

I wanted to sleep for a month. It was so warm and comfortable, and I still felt tired. But there was some sound, kind of muffled, like I was hearing it through the walls, and something about told my subconscious I needed to go answer it.

"Word got around to the barflies and the baptists
"My mama's phone started ringin' off the hook
"I can hear her now sayin' she ain't gonna have it
"Don't matter how you feel, it only matters how you look"

Mama...of course! That's the ringtone I gave my mother. It was a laugh for both of us because she didn't act like that at all. But wait, that couldn't be right. I remember setting the song "This is Country Music" as the ringtone for all of my contacts...

"Go and fix your make up, girl, it's just a break up
"Run and hide your crazy and start actin' like a lady
"'Cause I raised you better, gotta keep it together
"Even when you fall apart
"But this ain't my mama's broken heart"

Suddenly it all came back to me. The out of control wishes, all of the changes to me. my little, experience with my new body. My eyes snapped open and, squinting against the bright bathroom lights, I looked down, half hoping it was some horrid dream. But it was to no avail. Most of the bubbles were gone now, and my naked female form was on full display. Choking back tears, I realized Mom was probably calling to check in on me, and of I didn't answer the phone she might get worried.

"I wish that I am holding my cell phone in my hand right now." I was smart and awake enough to raise my hand up above the water, because even though my case was waterproof I still didn't want to put a wet phone up to my ear. Phone in hand, I hit the button to answer it and inquired, "Hello?"

"Jen? Oh good, you picked up. I just wanted you to know, Mickey's soccer game is running a little late. Actually, it's just starting now. So you're going to have to be on your own for dinner."

"Okay, thanks Mom."

"Now you be a good girl. I don't want you inviting any boys over, okay. Maybe Karyn, but I don't want to come home and find you've trashed to place with a bunch of friends."

"Mom, how long have you know me? Do you really expect me to do any of that?"

"I know Sweetie, but a mother worries. You'll understand when you have kids on your own."

"Yes Mom."

"Ooooh, your brother's got the ball! We'll see you tonight. Hugs and kisses."

"Hugs and kisses. Bye Mom!"

"Bye Honey!"

I set the phone on the floor by the bath, and closed my eyes and took a deep breath to prepare myself for getting out of the tub, when all of a sudden what had had happened hit me and my eyes immediately snapped open again. "Oh crap."

I was scared now. Apparently, even though I hadn't made any wishes about this, the changes to my body must have also changed my subconscious. I knew I no longer answered to Jon. My name was Jennifer, and everyone called me Jen. Using "hugs and kisses" and the end of phone conversations was something Mom had trying to get me to do forever, but I had also told her that was something only girls would do. Of course now I saw no problems with doing it.

I was downstairs now, trying to decide what to eat, and trying not to think about what was happening to me. I hadn't really felt like getting dressed, especially since I knew how skimpy my options were based on the results of some of my other wishes, so I tied one fluffy pink bath towel around my body just above my breasts, and another one around my hair to let it dry. I was sort of regretting it now though, because my giant breasts pulled the towel up so it barely hung past my tinny waist, which meant my woman parts were basically in full view of anyone who looked down. But I was confident in the safety of my house, so I didn't do anything about it.

Finally choosing a nice healthy salad, I set about gathering my stuff. It was a little embarrassing when I tried to get a salad bowel down from the cupboard and I realized I was too short, but I was able to remedy the situation with a short stool I found in the corner.

It was when I was bending down to get the lettuce out of a drawer that it happened. Earlier I had heard the sound of a lawn mower going back and forth and knew the neighbor boy, someone I knew sort of but wasn't really friends with, was probably the one pushing it. But when I was reaching down, I became aware of the fact that the mower wasn't moving anymore. In fact, it sounded like it was just idling unattended.

I looked over my shoulder and saw the kitchen window was open, affording him a perfect view into the house. He was staring right at me, wide eyed and mouth agape, and I realized my ass was on full display. He must have seen me looking, because he gave a little shudder, but I think it must have been taking all of his willpower not to run across the lawn and jump into my house, and he didn't have nearly the mental strength it would take to tear himself away.

I was glad I still had my own mind, so I could react the way I wanted to to the situation, and not the way this body would. But of course, that triggered another wish. "I wish that my mannerisms are those of sexy female my age." This is going to be bad, I thought to myself.

What I wanted to do was grab the lettuce, adjust my towel so it covered more and close the blinds so Mr. Peeping Tom wouldn't get any more of a show and go back his mowing. And that's what I did, just not as efficiently as I would have liked it. When I turned to grab the lettuce, I discovered that for some reason that action also caused my rear to give a seductive little shake which I knew made ever male hormone in his body sit up and bark. Next, the most comfortable way to carry the container seemed to be right underneath my breasts, pushing them up a little and drawing attention to just how big they were. As I walked over to the table where I had put the other stuff, I simultaneously kept my thighs as close together as possible to keep my womanhood hidden (this also had an extra "benefit" because in doing so my legs rubbed against my vagina in a very slow and arousing way), and managed to thrust my hips from side to side as violently as possible, keeping my ass perpetually a quiver and also putting a nice bounce and jiggle to my boobs.

As I untied my towel I tried to keep my back to the window the whole time, but I kept inexplicably making a little half turn to one side or the other to give the watcher a wonderful view of my breasts. I was fumbling, trying to keep my nipples covered but still get the thing low enough to cover everything else that was important, and I ended up dropping the towel. Giving a little shriek of panic, I dropped to the floor and tied it as fast as I could in a sloppy knot, which I hoped would last just long enough to close the blinds. I moved as fast I could to the window, powerfully aware of the very erotic movement of my upper body.

This task also showed the helplessness of being so short. Even with my high heels, I still had to bend almost completely over the sink to reach the window, putting my cleavage on full display, and I knew every second I was like this I was at risk of a horrible wardrobe malfunction. I reached out to grab the curtains, crossing my arms so my right arm took the left curtain and vice versa, squeezing my tits together with my forearms and nearly making them pop out. I pulled on the curtains, but for some reason they felt stuck. I gave a few sharp tugs, letting out cute little squeaks and moans of exertion, but all I succeeded in doing was make my breasts bounce completely free and my towel fall to the ground. I knew the neighbor had gotten a huge eyeful of my tit flesh so I dove to the floor out of sight with another feminine shriek, desperately trying to regain even a semblance of decency.

"My my my, you're quite a teasing young wench, aren't you?"

"Shut up,"I whined. "I don't need you're annoying comments right now."

"Well now, I find that quite insulting. My only goal is to support you and your breasts."

"Fat lot of good you're doing. I'm so glad you were there to support them just a minute ago," I finished sarcastically.

"Of course not. I'm only going to help you when you ask. How are you supposed to learn and grow if I'm constantly holding your hand?"

"Fine then, I'm asking you to help now!"

"Ah ah ah, you didn't use the magic word."


"Please what?"

"Arg! Please help me!"

"There we go. Now isn't that so much easier?" The towels, both the one I had half draped over my body and other one still securely holding up my hair, began to move on their own accord. First, the one on my head slid down to tie itself around my breasts like a bandana, completely covering them except for the very tops and a few inches of cleavage, and folding over three of four time underneath them to push them up and help relieve some of the weight. The second one tied itself so it rested on my hips, completely covering my butt and the upper half of my thighs. This still left my midriff exposed, but I was much less concerned about that than other parts of my body.

"Thanks," I said with sincere appreciation.

"No problem. But why didn't you just use your magic wishing powers to close them?"

I smacked myself on the forehead. (My bosom started wobbling again, but not nearly as bad now as before) "Of course. How could I be so stupid? I wish all of the curtains are closed. Better yet, I wish all of the windows and doors to the outside are shut and locked tight. That should keep my neighbor from thinking what he saw was some kind of invitation." The usual squeak of windows closing and the satisfying thunk of deadbolts locking filled me with a strong feeling of comfort.

"So what are you going to do now girl?"

"What do you think? I'm going to do what I always do when I need to calm down: eat something and play some video games. And that's exactly what I did.

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