A Big Breakfast Helps You Think

Amber slowly woke up feeling completely refreshed, if a bit groggy. She looked over at the alarm clock, which showed 10:22am, and wondered why she slept for so long. Then sat up, looked down at her enormous mammaries, and it all came flooding back to her. 'They look bigger.' She thought getting out of bed and noticing her balance was back to normal. Then wandering over to the kitchen, she made her coffee in the little Mr. Coffee, wishing she had the energy to make preparations last night like she always did.

She made her way to the little bathroom to complete her morning routine. 'It seems more cramped than usual.' Amber then brushed her teeth while doing her business like she always did. After she reached over to rinse off her brush and spit in the sink, she wiped herself clean, then flushed the toilet. She then glanced over at the small tub which was a perfect size for her old body 'I guess it's showers only for the foreseeable future.' and audibly sighed.

Back in the kitchen, she poured herself a cup of coffee, sat at her little kitchenette table and sipped her coffee feeling, feeling her neurons firing at a more rapid pace.

Rumble

'I could go for some pancakes'

She reached over to the cabinet by the sink, opening it and getting out the griddle, then stood up to get the pancake mix out of the top cabinet. With the batter mixed, the right amount of grease in the pan and the stove set to the right temperature, she then put on her apron to protect from the grease splatter. Or at least tried to. No matter how hard she tried, the strap would not go over her head, always slipping to the side. "Argh!" she screamed. 'I guess I'll have to learn a bit of distance cooking' she thought and poured the batter on the griddle in four small circles. Several "eek's"and curses, and a few stacks of pancakes later, the stove was off and she was diving in to her breakfast after pouring a glass of orange juice from the fridge. Once done, she rinsed the plate and put it in her little dishwasher. With her stomach finally full she was able to properly think about what had happened to her.

Amber seemed to know things for certain when thinking about her body and 'field of luck'. For instance, she would have been mortified if anybody saw her naked before the change, but now, it seemed natural that she stay naked and just knew she would never again be embarrassed if anybody saw her birthday suit. However, the reactions she caused might cause her to turn red.

She also knew that her luck with finding fortune would not just be monetary. If she did good, good things would happen to her in return, which was never a problem because doing the wrong thing had always given her a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Although now seeing something bad happen to a bad person gave her a sense of justice that she would never have felt before. Her wanting do good did not equate with law and order, but moral justice, something that she needed to keep an eye on if she did not want trouble. Although with her field of karmic awkwardness, the people around her would, as their own petty wrongdoings would be exposed.

Now for the real problem. How to get out of the house without being arrested.