Part 1- My Metamorphosis

Hello my lovely readers! Jaime here to give you a bit of a dive into what I was like before all of the nudity and misadventures. Grab some popcorn or a drink and I recommend to keep one hand free, teehee.

I was a typical midwest girl with two loving, Christian parents. I was very busy for the first seventeen years of my life whether it be working at the church my dad ran or just being another one of the boys with my close group of guy friends. I often found myself doing things that a young lady shouldn’t be doing like getting my hands dirty or playing tackle football, but my parents didn’t seem to mind considering the boys never made moves on me. Truthfully, I was never interested in boys either. I guess if you act like a boy long enough, you just start to think like one too.

My mother religiously told me “Jaime, Jesus will put the perfect man in your life and you just need to be ready for when it happens. In the meantime, focus on your studies.” I agreed wholeheartedly at the time and focused on getting myself into my dream college where I could get my degree to work as a Christian school teacher. I would just let God fill in the gaps of everything else exactly the same way it had been done for my parents.

Sorry I got lost in my memories, which feels like decades ago when it’s only been a few years. But anyways~

Another reason on why I was considered “another one of the guys.” For starters, my “boyish” figure was a 5’7” 100 lb girl with 32A boobs, 22” waist and a 28” butt. My hair was dark brown and my skin sporting a farmer tan that left most of my skin very pale. My activity level of constantly moving around and being blessed with a strong metabolism kept me skinny despite the amount of food I consumed. I was convinced that I only inherited my dad’s genes since he was a string bean himself, being 6’4” and only 140lbs.

Strangely enough, I never once assumed I was a late bloomer and never questioned why I wasn’t more feminine. My wardrobe was also very masculine as it consisted mainly of flannels, long pants and working boots. My underwear was very modest and full coverage with generic bras that I would always wear with a cami. If I was wearing a dress or skirt for church, they would reach down to the floor with a long sleeve blouse without no skin showing. My mom had a similar style as she also wore very conservative clothing that hid her figure, but she chose a more feminine approach to her wardrobe. We were modern pioneer women through and through!

Now that the main details are in place, let’s get back to the main story now!

June 5th, 2019- I had turned 18 a week before my high school graduation. We had a lovely party with friends and family that I agreed would also be my graduation party as well. I made the formal announcement at the party that, with careful consideration, I had plans to go to a nearby university just a few hours away. Everyone, especially my parents, were ecstatic with my career decision to continue working alongside them in the church. I couldn’t have been happier at the time and thought everything was going perfectly according to plan.

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July 15th, 2019- After the first month of summer break had passed, my body started to undergo drastic changes as if I was under some magic spell. I woke up one morning to my boobs pushing against my now painfully tight bra. I quickly unbuttoned my pajama top, took off my cami and then unclasped my bra. As I was pulling the straps down, my bra shot off of my chest rather forcefully and I examined my breasts in my full length mirror. I almost fainted and saw that my flat chest had suddenly transformed into two bouncy boobs. The transformation was sudden considering my clothes had fit perfectly the night before. My areola were no longer a soft pink but were now a darker pinkish brown. My curiosity had me grab my nipples as if this was an optical illusion.

With a light touch of my finger tip, I sharply gasped as a shockwave of pleasure almost had me falling over. My mom’s voice calling me down for breakfast brought me back to reality as I quickly put on my bra, cami and pajama top again. I quickly hurried to the kitchen as I hoped to try to speak with my mom about my metamorphosis.