Petra woke to her alarm. She sat still for several minutes unmoving under her sheets. She felt utterly defeated and empty. Jen hated her, and would always hate her.
Groaning, she mechanically dragged herself out of bed. Stopping in front of the mirror out of pure boredom and disconnection she examined her new body. Petra wasn't exactly sure how tall she was but, yesterday when she went and saw…
Petra wiped away a stray tear. Jen was a few inches taller than her. And Jen had been shorter than Pete. So she was quite a bit shorter. She could definitely tell how much closer she was to the top of the bathroom counter.
Petra had reddish-brown hair that stopped just at her shoulders. Her bra said that she was a large B cup and she wasn’t nearly as curvy as Jen was. Though looking at her face, she didn’t have the lush lips Jen had, hers were quite slim in comparison. Overall, she was very attractive, with average features that had been somehow perfected. She didn’t even see any skincare products on her bathroom counter.
She was cute too. She thought that would normally make herself happy so she tried a smile on but it looked fake with her dead eyes.
Sighing, Petra reluctantly jumped in the shower.
