"And that's why I can't help you with that." a female voice said.
"Wha... what?" Jack slowly came back to consciousness. He thought his voice didn't sound right. It was too light. He knew his eyes were open but he still couldn't see anything.
"I told you I'm sorry you had to find out at such a difficult point in your life, but that's the truth. I can't tell you how big you'll get because you were adopted. You don't share mine or dad's genes..."
That was the point when Jack realized he was standing. He still didn't see but he felt his feet firmly on the ground. He felt teh air circulating around his legs and the material brushing down to his knees. He left his arms hanging down weirdly brushing against his sides. Finally he felt a strange constriction around his chest. A constriction which strangely went over his shoulders pressing down on them. A constriction that pressed against the front of his chest which felt... Just very, very chubby.
Then his vision came back and in front of him he saw a very worried-looking, 40-something woman. The woman looked to stand around 7 feet tall given that he was 6'1''. But then he noticed that not only the woman looked so big but everything did. Including the mirror to the left of me.
In the mirror he saw a girl. She was wearing some flats and a skirt and a small t shirt. And she looked weird. And by weird he meant alarmingly developed. She had stick-thin arms and calves, but her hips were curved in a way that the man I was found disturbingly pleasing. Behind her, her butt stuck out a few inches. On top of those womanly hips mounted was a torso with a 13-year old girl's waist. The contrast was striking. Striking were also the protrusions on her chest. Clearly flattened by a sports bra under the t shirt, her breasts weren't massive but I still would place them around a large C cup. On her tiny ribcage they occupied most of the space available.
She looked ridiculous. And she was Jack, he realized.
He took a deep breath which wasn't very succesful because of the constriction around his chest. He looked down. Yup, the same t shirt he saw in the mirror now pushed out from his chest unabling him to see further down. And two clearly-visible nipples were poking out from the tips of the mounds.
This was fucked up. Jack couldn't handle this. He felt the blood draining from my face and he passed out.
