Karyn's face slowly gave way to plain darkness as I realized I was laying down in a soft, warm bed, with my eyes shut and my brain full of morning grogginess.
I lay on my left side with both of my hands tucked under my head - I was used to sleeping in this almost stereotypical pose. What I wasn't used to was the kind of sensations which were reaching my brain, even as I didn't move.
In could clearly feel the inside of my right arm resting gently on a fabric covering something soft in front of my chest. The space between my arms, normally empty in this position, was now occupied by... I felt like I was hugging a volume of warm mass.
At the same time the sensations coming from my chest were very confusing to me. I felt like there was far too much... skin there. Skin folding upon itself in ways it shouldn't. It felt weirdly pudgy and after a while I realized it kinda reminded me of, well, rolls of fat usually appearing on my abdomen after I sit down. Except these felt like they've extended further from where they belonged, maybe four, five inches. They also did a better job at spilling into the space they had available.
There was two of them. The left one touched the bed and I could almost feel it creeping underneath my armpit. The right one rested atop the lest one, pulled down by gravity. As it did so it pulled slightly on the skin of the right side of my chest.
They also were very clearly living tissue. It didn't feel like hugging a plush toy. They were warm and I could tell that the fatty rolls, where they squashed together, created a pocket of stuffy heat. I was sure I could feel the fold between them sweating.
There was also another thing - they ached slightly. I could only compare it to the feeling of muscles tired a few days after workout - from the very few times I actually went to the gym. Except it wasn't located in muscles. At least definitely not in my pectorals which seemed like roughly the place where the extra flesh was attached. The ache was more spread out throughout the mass squashed in front of me.
As my mind probed the weird state of my chest, through the grogginess of the morning I started recalling the events of yesterday. In the context of Sarah's wish, all of the foreign sensations coming from my body made sense.
I was Roxanne McMillan, a girl essentially like Sarah McMillan at 16. And Sarah's chest wasn't weird - it was essentially chest of a healthy young woman. A young woman with quite noticeable but essentially normal... breasts. Boobs. Tits. Hooters?
They might have been normal for her, but for me the concept was still as foreign as only possible.
My attention moved on to other parts of my still resting body.
Something was pulling back on my scalp - I assumed my hair must have been tied for sleeping.
My usual morning wood was not there and I felt profoundly confused about what my crotch felt like. I did feel a presence there but it was... different. Different and much lower between my thighs. As a 16-year old virgin one thing I was definitely not was an expert on female anatomy.
But I guessed that was about to change.
My pelvis felt twisted, with one of my hips pushing deep into the soft mattress and the other sticking up, tenting the covers. My legs were bent and also rested one atop the other. Or at least I felt my thighs were in full contact with each other. As my attention traveled further down, eventually it reached my feet. I wiggled my toes.
It was the first movement I did in this body, if you don't count steady breathing which alternated slightly squishing and releasing the flesh in front of my rib cage.
I moved my legs, surprised at how smooth my calves felt against each other how set my right thigh was atop the left one.
I was fully awake now and starting to realize that I won't be able to just lay there and pretend this isn't happening. My heart started beating faster with when I decided that there is no point me delaying facing my new body. I thought it would be good to do it in one confident motion. I'd turn, sit up against the bed frame and toss the bed covers to the side so I could see myself from head to toe. Well, actually more like from neck to toe. I'd need to wait for a mirror to see my head.
My heart was racing now and I could feel my cheeks getting flushed. It was the time. I counted from three...
Two...
One...
Going from laying on my side to sitting up proved tricky with the covers on so I spend a second or two wriggling about before pulling them off. It took four strong tugs for me to completely pull the covers off me - I greatly underestimated how much force it would take, could they really be that heavy?
Sure, in my peripheral vision I saw a room that wasn't mine but that wasn't what my mind was on. My mind was on the pair of clearly female legs stretched straight ahead of me, on what seemed to be a really large bed. The legs lead up through thighs splat wide (too wide?), to an empty crotch with a short 'stubble' of neatly trimmed pubic hair. Why wasn't I wearing underwear?
Higher up I saw a light blue t-shirt tented by the fatty attachments to my chest, which I could now feel clearly hanging down my chest with their non-insignificant weight. And they were still aching... Why?
I lifted my right arm and felt the upper part of it brushing against the side of my boob. That was weird. It felt like my breasts (I still couldn't get used to calling them 'mine') were not only occupying space on the front of my chest but also were trying to creep to my sides, under my armpits. Weird.
My hand moved towards my chest to feel the new appendage present there but instead I froze when I heard a sound.
Someone opened the door.
