Home! As fast as possible!

You'd never planned on going to college in your hometown. College had always been a dream of far-off places, a life-changing experience in the big city somewhere. The money for it had never materialized, though, and you'd resigned yourself to staying in the same boring old town you're so familiar with growing up.

Right now, though? You couldn't be more relieved that you've got somewhere safe to escape to within walking distance.

You're careful to creep out of the coach's shadow, making sure you aren't going to be seen or heard. With your new assets you probably wouldn't have been able to manage anything faster anyway; as it is you find that it's only by holding your arm against your bra-less chest that you can walk without bouncing all over the place. Behind you, shocked wails have become what sound, fearfully, like delighted coos. You consider turning back to see what's going on but some small small part of your brain still capable of self-preservation keeps you marching, and looking, resolutely forwards.

A corner turned and the last noises behind you faded completely leave you finally able to think about something other than what you might've just escaped. For one thing, you realise that you should be having far more trouble getting around than you are. You've worn heels before, sure, but the body you're wearing should be enough to give you major balance issues even if you weren't still woozy from the crash. Somehow your body knows what to do even if you don't.

You can't decide if that's scarier than anything else that's happened today. Can... whatever it is that guy did change your mind, too? It would explain the change in those cheerleaders.

You gulp, and shiver, setting your breasts trembling against your arm, and keep walking on.

Retracing your journey back home from where you'd set out that day isn't hard, even in your state. You've walked these streets many times, familiar with the town that's been your home for more than twenty years. The same shops, the same apartment blocks rising among the skyline. The streets are never packed, but there's no-one at all in sight, when there should be at least a few people wandering this streets at this hour of the day. You risk a look behind you; there's a spirally column of dust back from where you came from, drifting skywards.

More worrying, though, is off behind it, in the distance... you think you can see another one just like it.

Hurrying along, you find yourself back in your neighbourhood. Apart from the lack of people it's just as you left it this morning, and despite yourself you feel a sense of calm you haven't felt all morning settle around you. You're safe, here.

Repeating that as a mantra a few times takes you almost past your home, such is your concentration. You stop, suddenly, and your body jiggles in response. Ah, hang on. That's going to be a problem. You can't just walk in as you are. Your family certainly wouldn't recognise the bombshell arriving home even if that was the only change, but you have the sneaking suspicion that more apart from just your shape has changed. You step carefully over the grass to your front window, ducking back just in case, but the room beyond is dark. As you peer back at your reflection in the glass, your worst fears are confirmed.

Oh, it's you looking back, you can just about tell. But it's a version that looks like the kind of film star they'd cast to play you in a film of your life. Bright, blue eyes; shimmering golden hair. Lips that don't stop pouting even when you let out a small moan of horror. Your family definitely aren't going to recognise you if you just walk in the front door. If anyone's still home, they're sure to come and see who's walking in the front door. You'd have to be able to explain to them what's happened, and seeing as how you can't explain it to yourself that might be a hard sell.

Peering around the side of your house you check around you. You could always just sneak in through your bedroom window. You used to do it all the time when you were younger and got grounded; opening and shutting it silently is a trick you learned long ago.

On the other hand... if someone wandered into your room and found a strange girl in there they didn't know you'd probably be in even more trouble.