Lisa wakes up.

Suddenly, Lisa's eyes shot open. She was breathing heavily and sweating in the dark of the night. She looked frantically to her left and saw Jonny slopingly peacefully next to her. She quickly got up and ran as silently and quickly as she could into her large bathroom and closed the door. She flipped on the light and quickly brushed the hair and sleep from her eyes as she took a look at herself. She leaned in close to the mirror and beheld herself--she looked normal. She blinked a couple times. Her reflection did the same. The looked farther down, tearing open the silk nightgown she had worn to bed. She was not wearing a bra, so her large, generous boobs swung free, bouncing and jiggling on her chest. The cold of the early morning blew through the room, hardening her nipples as she ran her hands over her curvy body just to make sure everything was in order. It seemed to be. She put her head in her hands and thanked god silently for the fact that it had all been a dream.

Lisa then turned sideways and beheld herself in the mirror. Her naked breasts stuck out from her chest beautifully. She put her hand on her belly and examined herself, feeling about her stomach. Gone was the bulge. Gone was the massively pregnant belly--Lisa wasn't any more bloated or any bigger than she had been when she went to bed. She exhaled a massive sigh of relief as she took all this in. "Oh thank god," she said, "it was just a bad dream . . . I'll go to the doctor tomorrow and everything'll be fine . . . all a dream," she reassured herself as she turned the light back off and headed back into the bedroom. She closed her robe back up and climbed into bed next to Jonny, closing her eyes and falling back to sleep. It was 4:02 AM, and the hours to come would bring the doctor visit.

The moon shone though the bathroom window, high up on the wall. A few small beams of light pierced the darkness of the room and landed upon the very mirror in which Lisa had examined herself. As the light crept through the window and across the room, a reflection of Lisa still stood at the mirror--in the mirror, in fact. It was Lisa as she had been when she stood before the mirror a few minutes ago, but she'd gone back to bed. This Lisa stood inside the mirror, her nightgown open revealing her generous chest. She looked down at her voluptuous body, examining it and feeling herself for the first time. A smile crept across the face of the silent visage, and her eyes turned a pitched black just before she disappeared from the mirror.