David but....

I grabbed my phone and tried to call him several times, continually getting sent straight to voicemail. I also sent several text messages which never got a response. I couldnt believe he would be simply ignoring me so I feared the worst. Thoughts of rules that kept David away creeped into my mind, but I had to ignore that possibilty. He would call me back, I kept telling myself.

I couldnt think about it anymore and needed a break from this craziness. Walking into the bathroom and glancing into the full length mirror, I couldnt believe I had forgotten I was wearing this ridiculously slutty outfit. I unbuckled the stupid shiny black shoes and pulled off the ridiculosly tight nylons. I still couldnt help myself from continually glancing at my phone, hoping for any response. Dropping the short plaid skirt to my feet and removing the shirt throwing it aside, I quickly jumped into the shower and tried to wash away all the toubles happening in my life.

The water running rushing over me seemed to help me relax a little, not much but still better than nothing. I closed my eyes and began taking deep breaths. Although I had always considered myself to be a strong independent woman, I still found myself curling up into the corner of the shower with tears running down my face.

I wasnt sure how long I had been letting the water rush over me, but quickly snapped out of it when I felt a shiver run through me. I jumped up and quickly began to panic, afraid this was Adam's "heat" rule was taking affect. I was relieved to find I was still in control and not craving sex.

Any sort of relief I had felt quickly passed when I felt an unusual weight on my chest. I looked down, and to my dismay I was having trouble seeing my own feet. My breasts now seemed to be obstructing the sight of them.

I grabbed the now enormous globes hanging from my chest with both my hands and knew that the fucker had changed me.

It was strange that it bothered me since I was a blonde and of course all blonde women had at least double D sized breasts.

Wait. No, thats not right...

It felt so surreal to suddenly have a recollection of memories which consisted of always having big breasts but still remembering those of before when I had modest B cups.

It was like I was trying to recall a dream, my head spun trying to sort things out. I suspected the New rule and Old rule shit was causing my mind to falter, distinguishing the line between what was suppose to be and what was became hard to remember.

I was suprised to find myself exhausted and craving sleep. I could only hope that I would be able to come to a solution in the morning. I tried calling David one more time before letting out a sigh and crawling under the sheets.

I decided just to sleep in the nude since my only other option seemed to dress myself in that absurd school girls costume, no matter how hard I tried to wear anything else.