I woke up in the wee hours of the morning with the strong need to... well... wee. I wasn't awake enough to pay much attention to what was going on, but I got out of bed as carefully as I could and headed to the bathroom. Fortunately I had just enough presence of mind to remember that if any of the girls saw my morning wood sticking out the front of my nightgown that things wouldn't go well.
Stumbling into the bathroom, I sat down and took care of business. By this time I was a little more conscious, and actually registered the taste in my mouth that reminded me of the smell of dead ferret. I noticed that one of the girls had set out my toothbrush by the sink, so I brushed my teeth, then rinsed the sleep out of my eyes.
I looked up at the mirror and go the shock of my life! I had forgotten about the girls having dyed my hair red, and jumped when I saw the red-headed girl looking back at me in the mirror. After a moment, I got my bearings and looked closer.
Curiosity got the better of me, so I picked up a hairbrush by the sink and brushed out my hair. I wanted to see how it looked when I brushed it, because I couldn't figure out why it seemed a bit longer, especially as tangled as it was.
I bent forward to brush the hair in the back, and wondered why I felt a bit funny. It's amazing how much these falsies move around when you wear them without a bra.
Wait...
No bra? What's holding them on? I noticed that they were also much bigger than I remember. I reached up and cupped them in my hands.
Boobs? Real boobs? I froze, on the edge of panic. What happened? I searched my memory for an answer, but nothing came to mind. Is this permanent? What the hell will I tell my parents?
After that moment of sheer terror, inquisitiveness kicked in again. I stepped over to the walk in closet and looked at myself in the full length mirror. Amazed still, I pulled off my nightgown and looked at the gorgeous busty redhead in the mirror.
Slowly, I reached up and cupped my new breasts. They were firm, and sensitive. My nipples were standing on end, and every time my hands brushed my nipples, waves of pleasure tingled through my body.
"How?" I mouthed aloud.
"Why?"
I looked around to see Bobbi standing in the doorway. "What happened?"
"Amy had some kind of magic necklace. She'll change you back, of course, but she thought it would be funny if you suddenly had knockers instead of the little boobies she thinks you have.
I looked back at the mirror, and smiled at my reflection.
