Adjustments and Back Pain

So, apparently the ring was the real deal. Not ‘apparently’ because the ring actually gave me tits that looked just like my sisters. Not that I ever actually got a close up of my sisters tits before, just that they seemed very similar to hers.

I walked across the room to the full length mirror attached to the closet. My arms and torso were that of a female while the rest of my body remained the same. It was as if someone took the edit tool on photoshop and cropped out my torso and put a woman’s in its place.

Again, I brought up both my hands to cup my bodacious breasts and felt my nipples grazing over my rough palms. It was almost titillating how aroused I was getting touching my own breasts. I took my hands away as I watched as they slightly bounced downwards before settling into their natural position in less than a second.

Shaking my head, I knew I couldn’t spend all day cooped up in my room. What if mom came back and tricked me into giving a question. No doubt if I did go to school other people would cause me to change reality instead.

I quickly looked back to my bed and noticed the note still laying upon it. I rushed over and reread the entire note about five times before I got the message.

There were other artifacts like this that could take off the ring and my only shot of getting this thing off is to find it. Brushing the thoughts of this being like a movie or video game, I stashed the note in my pocket and decided to go out and meet the challenge head on.

First, I needed to wear something.

Walking over to my dresser, I opened it up to bear witness to the fact that the alteration of reality was not only contained to my torso.

All of my shirts and tops were replaced with stuff my sister would wear. From tube tops to blouses to V-neck tees, they were all extenuating my new breasts. Rummaging further, I discovered that I apparently didn’t own any bras. That meant these two chest protrusions would be unrestrained for the foreseeable future.

It was such bullshit! I should go downstairs and ask Mom to say that I don’t have tits. Although, thinking more on it, that would probably result in something worse happening. Like me being stuck with four tits, or I have cow udders or something stupid.

This whole thing was crazy, but I couldn’t stand here all day thinking about it. I needed to face this thing head on and get that artifact.

Deciding to wear something plain, I put on the deep V-neck top my mother put on top of the laundry. It hugged my sides rather tight and made sure to present my chest bouncers front and center.

Building up enough courage I made the decision to leave my room and face this new reality with bravery.

Opening the door I was suddenly trampled by my twin sister as she was making her way down the hall.

“Watch it, nerd.” She jeered as she had to sidestep to avoid hitting me. This day, she decided to wear a modest blouse with ripped jeans. It was a bit jarring to have the same torso shape as her and, true to the note, she did not second guess my choice of clothing or my modest bust.

I walked just behind her when I felt pain in my back from heaving these heavy sacks. This was why they made bras in the first place because this is a nightmare to deal with.

“Uhg… Ooof… Why don’t I wear a bra for these things?” I complained out loud, not expecting anyone to answer

“Tch, what are you talking about? You always say that you have a strong back. Why are you complaining?” My sister retorted as I noticed the glow of the ring again.

My back pain instantly relieved itself as I was able to stand at attention with no discomfort. The breasts still wobbled unrestrained beneath my shirt and I was sure people could see my nipples if it was cold out. Nevertheless, I was thankful for the unfortunate rescue of my unintentional question.

It seemed as though general questions not regarded to people had a way of causing the ring to activate. I came to the conclusion that I needed to be careful of what questions I should ask as I made my way downstairs for breakfast.