A startling discovery

I looked around the cafe, waiting impatiently. I noticed an old man peaking at me over his newspaper, then averting his eyes when i noticed him. I surveyed the room. Everyone was glancing over at me whenever they could while pretending to eat, or chat. I realized that probably everyone here had been at the meeting yesterday. Everyone had seen me naked, soaking wet, squealing like a scared child. Everyone had seen me run home, seen every inch of me front and back. I covered my face with an arm and looked down.

Nudity had never been a problem for me before. On assignments I had to show a great deal of skin. I had been undercover as a stripper in Moscow. I had slept with men on every content. But, always it had been under my terms. I had never been.... exposed... by forces beyond my control before. I felt helpless. I felt like I was still exposed, still on display.

Finally my food came. I ate hurriedly, then quickly left the Cafe. I had to try to escape, i knew that more then ever. There had to be a way off the island. I had tried the direct route, now I had to try something else. I decided to do the most obvious thing. I entered the store from the day before. I expected the old man to be afraid of me, but he simply smiled graciously and nodded at me.

"How do you get off the island?" I asked him.

"Why would you want to get off the island?" he said, seeming strangely amused.

"I have to speak my superiors." I said simply.

"Oh, that's right. I heard about you 6, playing secret agent."

"I am a secret agent!" I almost screamed.

"Right, right. I'm sorry, but i don't think a little girl like you should leave the island."

A little girl? A LITTLE GIRL? I was so sick of being called that!

"I'm 26 years old you geezer! Do I look like a little girl? Do little girls have these?" I squished my breasts together, arching my chest forward.

I figured the old man had already seen me naked, what difference did this make? Besides, I knew there was no way my bulging, C cup tits could be mistaken for anything less then the bust of a woman!

The old man just smiled at me. Suddenly, something felt odd. I could almost palm each of my breasts, where as normally they were much larger then my hands. They didn't have their normal heft either. I looked down at myself.

"Something wrong?" the store owner asked.

"Uh... no... I... sorry to bother you." I said, leaving quickly.

"Be seeing you!" he called after me.

I rushed down the street to my house. Once inside i removed my blouse and bra and approached the mirror. I eyed my chest intently. They looked about right, but something was off. It must have been stress. Hormones and stress can drastically affect a woman's body, after all. Or it was my nerves getting to me. that was probably it, just cracking under the strain.

I felt suddenly felt tired. I had only been up for a few hours, but could barely stand. I hobbled over to the bed, took off my shoes and laid down, falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.