As second period ended, Zoë rushed into the bathroom and hid in a stall, flushed and breathing heavily. The boys in her class had been staring at her in class as she tried to work.
Even Jason had been taking furtive glances at her body all morning, and they had been friends since they met in the Rainbow Hills daycare center years ago. He'd been her only guy friend throughout school, partly because they were so different.
The chances of her going out with Jason -- who wasn't geeky enough to have no social skills, but certainly wasn't going to be partying on the weekend with her -- were nearly zero. If he had been a more attractive date, he wouldn't have made such an excellent friend.
If Jason was staring at her breasts, something was wrong.
She pulled her ripped shirt over her head and looked at them. They were easily larger than they had been this morning. She'd put on a sports bra that morning, the only thing elastic enough to be comfortable, but even it was straining under the size of them. As she slipped off the straps and slid the bra off of her chest, she realized that she had to be at least a D-cup, but that was not the strangest part. A small ring of fine chestnut hair, like fur, ringed the outside of each of her nipples. Quickly, she put her bra and shirt back on, hands shaking. She was going to have to tell the nurse about this.
Looking down, she realized that something was happening to
When her hand reached for the handle on the bathroom stall, though, she felt a strange sensation coming from her lower back. The school bell interrupted her surprise, though, and she quickly opened the door and fled to class.
