Stephanie stands up for herself

Stephanie's mind was racing, or whatever you would call a sprint through a vat of molasses. Something was going on. She was totally sure of it. Her boobies weren't supposed to be this big, her ass wasn't supposed to be so bouncy, and her thoughts... Her thoughts were totally supposed to be smarterer or something. And not all obsessed with pink.

Although, pink was super cute. And super yummy. And pretty. And...

Argh! No! Stephanie needed to focus. It was so hard to think clearly. This had to be Kate's doing. She had to get Kate to stop it.

"Umm... It fits?" she said, "But, like, I don't think it's s'posed to?" No! Thats not what she wanted to say. She wanted to say, "What the fuck have you done to me!?" She wanted to yell and swear and be a bitch, but instead she just sounded like a fucking moron.

Kate chuckled and opened the curtain. She was holding a pile of clothing, all of it pink. Stephanie's eyes immediately darted to the pink clothes held tightly against Kate's pink blouse and her big boobies. A smile crossed Stephanie's face, but she shook it off quickly. She needed to focus.

"I told you," said the employee, "They're one size fits all! Of course it's supposed to fit. Don't you like it?"

The pink fog slowly invaded Stephanie's thoughts making it so hard to reason. Of course! The bra was one size fits all! Of course it had to fit. What was she so worried about? It fit her titanic titties just fine and was pretty and pink and... No! She needed to think clearly. She needed to find a way to stay focused.

"Steph?" asked the associate after Stephanie's apparent pause.

The name annoyed her. "My name is, like, Stephanie," she thought, "Why does everyone insi- umm... Why does everyone make it shorter?! I'm not Steph! I'm not Stephy! I'm Stephanie, goddammit!" She was starting to feel like herself again. The haze felt less thick when she was angry. That's what she'd have to do. She'd just have to stay angry.

"My name is Stephanie!" she snapped at Kate. Startled, Kate's eyes opened wide. The valley girl accent was gone. The stilted sentences and forgotten words were replaced by rage and a deadly glare. Stephanie was pissed and she looked it. It presented quite the dichotomy with her ridiculously large boobs and butt encased in hot pink underwear. "My name is Stephanie," she reiterated, "Not Steph. And it sure as hell isn't Stephy. So stop with the cutesy bullshit."

Kate clutched onto the pile of clothing harder and backed up until she was touching the wall opposite the changing room.

Stephanie felt good. She felt like herself again. It was satisfying to watch the bubbly associate react in that way and she wanted to keep it going.

"Now, I know my body was not like this when I came in here. I don't have the faintest fucking clue how this happened, but I also know you didn't have my consent to make this happen." She began approaching the trapped Kate. "So you need to figure out whatever it is that will reverse this shit and make it happen!"

At this point, Kate was cowering against the white wall and Stephanie was right up in her face. Kate nodded fearfully and scurried off. Stephanie retreated to the bench and sat down. She looked at her work uniform in the corner and scoffed. It probably wouldn't even fit over her gigantic chest. Unless she wanted to walk through the mall bouncing in hot pink lingerie, she was stuck waiting in the changing room.

"Fuck, I need a smoke," she thought and she blew a bubble with her gum.