SO not in charge of this situation

"When can you move in?" I parroted in my newly cute voice. "Why would you even need to ask that? I mean, like, you're obviously in charge here. Isn't it kind of petty to ask my permission as if it were mine to give?"

Elspeth's expression darkened slightly, and she warned, "Easy there, Katie, my roomie. This can go any number of ways for you, including several that you won't enjoy."

I swallowed my mounting irritation and attempted to look contrite. Since I was still facing the mirror, I couldn't help but notice that my contrite face was darn cute. If Elspeth had been a straight guy, it probably would have been more effective. Wait. Or a lesbian. Was Katie . . .

"Not usually, no," Elspeth broke into my thoughts. Still, it seemed I'd at least moderated her anger with me.

"Look," I tried again, "this is kind of a lot to take in. You're essentially trashing my life and everything I thought I knew, and I haven't even been awake long enough for a cup of coffee. You get that I'm not just going to throw you a welcome party, right?"

My new roommate looked thoughtful for a moment, then conceded the point. She said, "Yeah, okay. That's fair. And you're right about my not needing your permission to move in. I was mostly just being a cunt. I'll be back with my stuff this afternoon."

With that, she turned and started to leave, but stopped and looked at me in the mirror. "Don't leave the apartment," she warned, "because right now you still don't exist out there in the world. By the time I get back, the changes I've made should have propagated out for enough for you to get back to a normal routine."

"Will that be in time for my class at one o'clock?" I asked.

"You don't have a class, sweetie. We're starting as Freshmen in the fall, remember?" And with that she was gone.

I heard the door close, and sat myself on the toilet to think.

Well, fuck me was my first thought, but suddenly that old standby response to disappointment no longer seemed like a good one to use. I could now be fucked much more literally, and that kind of took the fun right out of it.

Despite the early hour and my relatively shell shocked state, I found I couldn't just sit there on the toiled for long, and instead headed toward the kitchen. I consciously did not look in the mirror again on my way out of the bathroom.

The apartment looked very different to me from this height. Furniture was bigger. Doorknobs and light switches were much higher. How tall was I now? I guessed about 5' 4" (163 cm) in my bare feet. This was quite a come down. I was going to have to invest in a couple of step stools or I wouldn't be able to reach the top shelves in either the kitchen or my closet.

Walking felt weird, too. The most obvious change was that my new breasts jiggled and swayed with every step. Deeply distracting. I could feel my long hair on my shoulders and swishing back and forth on my bare back. That actually felt kind of cool. I'd never had long hair before. Still, also distracting. And my hips were doing a thing they'd never done that I couldn't even put my finger on. They just seemed to move more. Was it side to side? Up and down? Both? I couldn't tell. Based on years of checking out girl's asses, though, I had a fair idea of what it must have looked like to any imagined audience, but from the inside I couldn't put my finger on what the bones and muscles were actually doing.

One thing that hadn't changed was that I needed coffee. Like, really really needed coffee. Which required me to stand on my tiptoes to reach the filters. And strain a bit to get the lid off the can with my newly slender, delicate fingers. And use both hands to lift the carafe full of water high enough to fill the drip coffee maker's reservoir. Yeesh! This was brutal!

As soon as the first drips of coffee hit the carafe, I was moving again. I needed to get some clothes on. Maybe that would help bring back some sort of normalcy.