(Author's note: Inspired by the prime branch version of this...)
Meanwhile, Simon was staring down at his own chest in disbelief. “I knew this was probably coming,” he said to himself, “but I wasn’t expecting them to be this big!” He added. He'd already taken stock of all his other changes. His figure had filled out to a more hourglass shape, and any traces of adulthood had vanished. He looked every bit the teenage girl. Finally of course, the massive orbs on his chest were the most obvious. He’d pulled his pajama top down around his waist as he sat on the edge of the bed and blinked at his reflection for a few moments
“Ok, time to pull yourself together and get dressed...have to see how everyone else is dealing with this." Part of him was eager, however, to see how he looked in the outfit he'd bought yesterday. He hoped it would still fit.
Meanwhile, down the hall, Mikey’s eyes fluttered open. He looked around and confirmed to himself that he was still in his sisters old room. “I guess it’s my room now.” He muttered to himself as he sat up. His old room felt way too childish anyway.
Immediately, he felt a weight shift underneath the white vest top he’d worn to sleep in, he glanced down and was surprised to see two mounds pushing out of his chest.
“Well that’s fucking new!” He griped to himself. He swung himself out the bed and stepped onto the floor barefoot. He was only wearing the vest top and a pair of white panties. He looked over at himself in the mirror on the outside of his closet. He looked every part the teenage goth girl his sister used to be. His darkened hair had lengthened significantly, and he’d gained a great amount of height. His features had softened and matured from his boyish face. He actually felt he looked quite pretty.
“Let’s get a look at these puppies then!” He muttered as he slowly lifted the hem of the vest top up over his new endowments.
“Not bad!” He smiled to himself, “Not bad at all!” He decided. He reached into the closet and began pulling out every piece of clothing there he hated, leaving only things he liked. It was time to clean house.
Zoe was the last to wake up. Unlike Simon and Mikey, who suddenly had to deal with a lot more maintenance, Zoe was dealing with less. Her chest was flat. She was somewhat fit, but not exactly a bodybuilder. "I guess I won't be wearing a skirt again any time soon," she remarked. "Hope Athena likes the look." She'd looked somewhat masculine yesterday, but this...no one would think she'd was a girl anymore. And that seemed fine somehow as her mind thought of all the bullshit she wouldn't have to deal with anymore. She threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt quickly and headed out of the room. She wanted to check on Simon.
