Eventually

Becca woke up feeling great. She threw the covers off and bounced out of bed. It had been a stressful day yesterday so she decided to take a shower first thing to relax. She slipped on some flip flops, grabbed her shower bag and towel, and headed out.

She entered her floors showers and picked a stall. She started the water and then set down her shower bag and stripped off her pyjamas. She checked the water temperature then stepped inside.

She started to wash her hair and realized it was longer than it used to be. Right, she'd forgotten to check in the mirror before. It was probably a change from shooting Kennedy yesterday. She could live with longer hair. Wait, she could just cut it too.

Moving on from her hair she started to wash her body. She jumped slightly as her hands touched her breasts. They were so sensitive, so much more than they'd ever been. She grabbed them together and looked down. They were still huge, for her at least, but she didn't think she was any bigger. The sensitivity was new though. Normally she just washed herself as fast as she could but for some reason she spent an extraordinarily long time on her chest.

By the time she was ready to wash her crotch she was burning up with desire. She set her washcloth aside and slid one finger along her labia. It wasn't that Becca had never masturbated before, but it wasn't something she did often. And never, ever in public. She just couldn't help herself, if felt so good and she needed it so badly.

She slipped her finger inside, then another. She found her clit and started to rub, her other hand darting back up to grab her chest. It took everything she had to keep quiet as she slowly took pleasure in her own body.

When she finally came she had to quickly grab onto the side of the shower to keep from falling, and she wasn't able to prevent herself from letting out a soft moan.

"Someone there? Are you ok?" A voice called out. Shit! She felt herself blushing in embarrassment. Had they heard anything? It was a man's voice too, these were co-ed dorms after all. "Hello?" He asked again.

"I'm fine, just stubbed my toe." She cringed as she spoke, hoping he'd buy it. Wait, her voice...oh no. That wasn't her voice. Fuck, another change. It still sounded like her, or almost like her. It was just slightly higher pitched, a little more bubbly.

"Ok. Sorry to bother you." The man said. She didn't reply and eventually she heard his footsteps leaving. She quickly finished up her shower and wrapped herself in her towel.

Grabbing her stuff she tried hurrying back to her room. She didn't have any friends on the floor, but that didn't mean people didn't know who she was. She didn't want to have to explain her new look, especially while wearing nothing but a towel.

She almost made it. Just before she made it to her own door, the door beside hers opened. Teddy lived in the room beside her so they had talked a few times. He was basically the opposite of Cody. Cody was gorgeous, but really a meathead. Her crush on him was purely physical, who says the nerdy girl has to go for the nerdy guy right?

Teddy was roughly her height and was so scrawny he was practically see through. His hair was always wild and unkempt and he only ever wore cargo pants and graphic tees. Physically he was plain, boring even, but on an intellectual level he was probably smarter than she was.

Becca had clearly seen him flustered to talk to girls, but he never had any problem talking to her. That had hurt, as if he say her as one of the guys. She might've been plain but she was still a woman.

Well now she had the kind of body that intimidated him. When he looked up and saw her he froze. She did too and they stared at each other for a moment. Finally he said, "Becca...issss th-that out?"

Becca smiled, she didn't know why but it really turned her on to see him so flustered. She'd spent her life being ignored by guys, the hot ones and the nerds alike, so it was a bit of an ego boost, "Yes. Do you like it?" She decided to try teasing him, running her hand over the towel.

"Ya...uh...umm...I mean..." Teddy clearly didn't know what to say.

An idea suddenly popped into her brain. Something she'd never have dreamed of a couple days ago, but once it was there she couldn't get rid of it. She winked at him then pulled the towel away completely. She slung it over her shoulder and slowly walked passed him to her own room.

She was pretty sure his jaw hit the floor. She unlocked her door and opened it then turned back to him, "See you later Teddy." She entered and shut the door behind her. Her heart was pounding, the thrill of exposing herself to him had been amazing.

She felt a rush of heat between her legs, even though she'd just masturbated in the shower she threw herself down on her bed and immediately started fingering herself. Unlike the shower where she'd been slow and deliberate, this time she was fast and furious. She'd never needed an orgasm this badly before.

When she came she didn't hold back, let Teddy hear her through the walls, she screamed in pleasure. She laid in bed for a minute basking in the afterglow until a sudden sobering thought slipped into her brain.

This wasn't like her at all. This whole morning...she'd hadn't acted like herself. It's almost like...oh no. A bimbo. She was acting like a bimbo.

Just then her phone started ringing. She rolled over and picked it up. Unknown caller. She answered, "Hello?"

A **** voice was on the other end, "Becca...help me."