A normal teenage girl.

Waking up wasn’t any more of an ordeal than usual: alarm goes off, hit the snooze button, roll back over. The normality of it allowed your brain to slowly catch up to the reality of your new body. Dainty hands with polished nails; long silky black hair reaching your mid back at least; boobs that were massive on your now tiny frame; a complete lack of body hair made obvious by the fact you slept naked; and an outtie belly button.

Fully awake now you rushed out of bed to the full length mirror on the back of your door, seeing an Asian bombshell looking back. You weren’t some walking wet dream, with ridiculously feminine curves and flawless skin, as made obvious by the stretch marks on your breasts and tiny scar from what you assume is an appendix removal.

Just as you were wondering what else Jess had done to you there was a knock and your mom saying “Hana, you better get in the shower!”

“Be right there!” Your voice wasn’t stereotypically cute either, being deeper than you expected. Feminine, just deep feminine. Whatever Jess has planned for you it seemed she had made you into a normal girl who just so happened to be hot. As you pulled on your robe and you felt the fabric slide over your skin there was no sudden sexual sensitivity, no painful pin pricks, it was just cotton on skin. The shower was likewise just a shower; you had to be a lot more careful of how the water touched your nipples, and washing them was a bit of an issue but there wasn’t any sudden overwhelming need to get off.

The normality continued as you went to get dressed and found normal underwear. The panties had a few pairs that were lacy and somewhat sheer, but the rest were all just plain colored cotton most with clear elastic bands. Same with the bras, two fancy ones with one being black and the other white, while the other four were relatively plain matching skin tone. The rest of your clothes were all normal too, some sundresses, long jeans, a pair of shorts, a few skirts and lots of different tops that started at button up blouses, ran through polo shirts, flowing loose frilly things, a smattering of T-shirts with words or logos on them and lots of plain T-shirts.

Dressing yourself was the first time you realized that despite you having the knowledge of how to do everything you needed to do it was not automatic. It took you four tries to get a bra on without pain and you’re still not sure you got it on right. Picking out a pair of blue jeans and a shirt that had an anime character on it (a redhead holding a leek) you were ready for the day. At least you hoped you were.