The next morning

You yawn as you step out of your bedroom. You can see that Paul is already up, cooking pancakes at the stove. You walk over to the fridge and open it, then lean down to grab the milk. You stand back up and turn around to see Paul staring at you, his face a bit red. You glance down at your ass, encased in the tight yoga pants. And you had been bent over...

You raise an eyebrow and stare back at him. He clears his throat and turns back to the pan. "Um, you want some pancakes?" he asked.

"Sure." you say, moving to the cabinet and opening it. You have to stand on your toes to reach one of the glasses within. As you do, you can feel your breasts wobbling on your chest. Still an odd sensation. "So, um, how long am I like this?"

"What?" Paul asked. "Oh, right. Um, I bought a Choice package. You'll stay like that until you take the other pill. Don't worry, I have it tucked away somewhere safe. As for time frame, uh... the wedding is tomorrow. My parents might want us to stick around another day or two to chat some more. So, four or five days?"

You groan as you pour yourself milk, then put the gallon on the counter. "Longer than I'd like to have my junk missing." you add, then take a sip.

"I really appreciate it." Paul said, putting a couple of pancakes on a plate. He lifts it and hands it to you. You put down your glass and take a moment to wipe some milk from your lip before taking the plate.

"I know." you say. "It's fine, but you owe me that computer."

"Of course, you know I'm good for it." Paul said, back to cooking pancakes. "Get a list together and I'll order them ASAP."

You nod, grabbing the syrup and pouring it onto your pancakes. "When are we heading out?"

"I figured we should head out by ten. We could get there by noon, do introductions, all that fun stuff."

You snort, swallowing your bite of pancake before speaking. "Fun, right. And I suppose I should bust out some clothes your folks sent? How dressed up should I be?"

"Um, fairly dressed up?" Paul asked. "My family is usually dressed pretty nicely."

You nod. Paul had certainly kept to that. He usually wore button-up shirts and slacks.

"Okay, I can do that. Probably." you say.

The conversation fades away as you eat. Paul finishes cooking and eats his own food. Once you're done, you head back to your room to change.