No sign of the cause

I ran back to what had now been to my home. When i got there I fell into bed. I quickly **** my tears to cease through sheer **** of will. What was happening? had they been operating on me? I shrugged off my shirt and removed my bra.

I looked in the mirror. There were no scars, nothing to indicate a breast reduction. In a way that made me glad. At least I hadn't been permanently altered medically! But this also terrified me in a different way. Everyone at the cafe claimed I had been this diminished when I had been exposed previously. This combined with the fact that no noticeable evidence of alterations made a seed of doubt start to grow in my mind. Maybe I had always been like this, just like they were all saying!

No, I knew that wasn't true. I visualized myself in my leather jumpsuit, my chest bulging against the leather, my breasts pushing forward. But, when i opened my eyes and looked to the mirror I saw something quite different. A girl, her bare little mounds hanging loose, wearing a school girl skirt, knee high socks and nerdy shoes.

I laid on the bed, my mind conflicted. I couldn't think about it anymore, suddenly I was so tired. I yawned, realizing I was about to fall asleep. But, for the first time I could remember, I slipped my shirt on over my head, suddenly not wanting to feel my bare flesh against the sheets (a feeling I greatly enjoy normally)