A ninteen year old white female, hypersensitive breasts.

It seems as though nothing had changed. As you begin walking toward the dense trees again you heard an ambiguous voice say "Every day, another way. Don't come tomorrow, it starts today." "What?" You reply as you slowly realize that there is nobody around you. You shake it off and start heading home again. As you squeeze through the dense trees on your way back you rapidly realize that your breasts are much more sensitive than usual. You even have to take breaks on your way back to avoid getting to turned on. By the time you get home it's dark. You go straight to your bedroom and shut and lock your door. Then, you begin fondling your C cup breasts, wondering if they really were more sensitive. You feel so good that you don't think about stopping until you eventually realize that you are building up to an orgasm. Part of you still wants to stop, but it's already to late. You uncontrollably caress, grope, and fondle your breasts until you climax with a rather loud orgasm. Luckily you were using your pillows to muffle the sound. It was true... You finally realize that you DID find a cursed treasure, and that this is just the beginning of it. Your orgasm was intense enough to leave you feeling drained. Thus, you fall asleep quickly.

NOTE: This story line is one that utilizes a high degree of randomness in the tag shuffler program talked about earlier. Some of it is not random, but a majority of it is.