Linda Madison had just stepped out of the master bathroom, wearing her bathrobe and her nightgown, when a chill washed over her body, causing her to involuntarily shiver. "What was that?" she wondered.
Once she was sure that the chill had passed, Linda shrugged and made her way toward her bed. As she did so, Linda began to notice that it was getting hard to see and her eyes were hurting. Reaching up, she removed her glasses, blinked a few times to refocus her eyes and then looked around her bedroom. She could see everything clearly, as if she had never worn glasses in her life.
'That's strange,' Linda thought, 'Why was I wearing glasses if my eyesight is perfectly 20/20?'
Again she shook it off, walked over to her bedside table and placed the pair of glasses down. As she leaned over the table, strands of her dark brown hair fell into her face, into her line of sight. Linda brushed her hair out of her face, and unconsciously reached for the back of her head and pulled her hair from its bun. Now loose from its constraints, Linda's hair fell down, down, down, and down until it reached its full length down past her waist and ended at the backs of her knees in long silky straight locks.
"Ah, that's better," sighed Linda, as she pushed her chin-long bangs behind her ears - for she had nothing on her forehead to keep them out of her eyes.
Linda set her alarm and then went to bed, shortly falling asleep to dreams of pleasure and adrenaline. Never knowing that with each new dream experience, she changed a bit more.
Zoe Madison tossed and turned in her bed, trying to get to sleep, but was ultimately failing. The fourteen year old goth just couldn't seem to shake off the feeling that something strange was happening, nor the fact that she had just shivered from a strange chill that swept through her body. With a groan Zoe, flipped onto her back and glared up at her ceiling with a frustrated huff.
'All I want to do is go to sleep, but... for some freaking reason, I can't!' she thought as she growled tiredly.
She glared up at the ceiling for a few moments when she finally started to calm down. Zoe took a deep breath, unknown to her was that with each deep breath of air that she breathed in and out, that the small pair of A-cups on her chest slowly began to inflate, soon reaching a moderate B-cup size. With one final large breath, her breasts inflating up to large C-cups, Zoe finally felt relaxed and ready to sleep. She tuned onto her side, feeling the familiar and unfamiliar weight of her breasts hanging on her chest, just as her eyes closed and she fell asleep.
As she slept, her pale white skin quickly darkened to a healthier shade and her hair lost its black dye, regaining its natural brown color. Strange dreams filled the goth girls head; dreams of fighting, friendships, and love. All the while more changes occurred to her body, when Zoe woke up the next morning, she would have a whole new outlook on life.
Jon, already asleep, never noticed when his body slowly began to change. He slept peacefully, dreaming dreams similar to his sister's and his mother's dreams. Nor did he seem to notice as his bedroom and furniture began to change around him. As his bed pulled in on itself and lowered to the floor, Jon turned over onto his other side, brushing a strand of long violet-black hair from his face with a dainty long fingered hand. Jon then shifted into a more comfortable position on his futon and, once finding it drifted back even deeper into his dream filled sleep. When he woke up the next morning, things were going to be more than a little interesting.
