To the police station. That's safest.

Luckily your college is in the middle of town - so you're already most of the way to the nearest police station. You'd like to say you know where it is out of purely innocent reasons... but you might have been caught egging houses when you were younger.

A couple of times.

Still, it's nothing to get a record for, and even if you did have one, the cops must have more important things on their hands right now. They're hardly likely to arrest you for being a juvenile delinquent. So the station it is.

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 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. You get the distinct impression that all going back would do is get you an invitation to join in.... and looking like this you know that guy wouldn't exactly be sharing with you.

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 never worn heels - you've never worn tits, for fuck's sake, and an ass that on another girl you'd have dreamed about, and yet it's not a struggle to get away even with your mind 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.

A few - empty - streets later, the worry building in the back of your mind becomes a certainty. There's another cloud of dust rising into the air ahead of you, and it looks suspiciously close to the tall building that the police department uses. The helipad on top looks like it's had a corner clean shaven off; as you get closer still, you can a few connecting struts, hanging in the breeze. You walk a little faster, and as you round the corner of one street you see the smoke rising from the side of the police building on the corner of a crossroads up ahead.

While you walk towards it, you consider - it'd explain at least why you haven't seen any cop cars roaring down the road towards the crash site if they're dealing with one.... and the other effects of one... in their own backyard. Still, though, they might have an idea what the hell is going on around here.

Your mind made up as you reach the tall wooden doors up the short steps to the station, you climb up and heave one of them open.

To your relief, there's someone inside the reception area. Even better; that someone is a cop, a woman in full uniform sitting behind the desk glassed off along one wall. Around you, the few empty benches, a noticeboard with mostly lost cat notices and a couple of flyers for local events, speak to a town that's usually remarkably crime-free and normal.

Usually.

You rush up to the counter, and the cop behind it looks up from her paperwork as you approach and looks you over. You blush as her eyes linger on you. It's not like you can blame her, but still, it's disconcerting to be on the other end of the looks you've probably given enough girls in your time. You tug your top up in a futile attempt to conceal your tits a little. "Yes? Can I help you, ma'am?"

You open your mouth - and realise you have no idea how to explain what's going on.

Tapping her pen against the desk, the cop waits for you to speak, a look of polite boredom on her face. You try to martial your thoughts, but her disinterest piques your attention. Surely she should at least be worried about the smoking hole in her building?

For the lack of anything more sensible to say yet, you ask her about it, and she looks at you sceptically. "You're saying there's a hole in the station?"

"Yes!"

"In the roof? And you're saying that... a meteorite crashed into it?" She clearly isn't taking what you're saying seriously, but your agitated state seems to be getting through to her... even if she probably just thinks you're on ****. You think about trying to explain it again but before you can she raises a judgemental eyebrow and stands up. "Tell you what. I'll go out back and have a look for myself, ok? You just wait here." With a gesture to the benches on your side of the glass, she vanishes swiftly through a door in the wall beside her.

Shuffling across the smooth floor, you take a seat, trying to ignore the strangeness of your expanded ass spreading out like a cushion underneath you. A sight in the glass opposite you makes you blush; a girl with the kind of body you've only ever seen in videos online looks back at you. With a start you realise you're sitting with your legs wide open - not a problem usually, but right now, you'd be giving that cop when she gets back a clear view at - ugh - your pussy. You clamp your legs together, trying to ignore the little thrill that runs through you at the thought. Flashing a cop isn't going to help you out any. When she comes back, you're going to need someone on your side for this mess.

Unless....

Unless of course all you've done is sent her into the hands of someone like that man back there.

There's cells on the site, you know. You've seen them once before, years ago, when you came on a school trip. Even in a quiet town like this there's probably someone locked up back there. If that meteorite came down near the cells, and it was one of them it was nearest to....

Your train of thought is interrupted by a noise. A quiet noise, but a noise nonetheless. You strain your ears and listen.

There it is again. You look over to where it seems to be coming from. Over on one wall, alongside the separating windowed wall between the cop on duty and the main room, there's a slightly ajar door. It's set into the same wall as the one the cop walked through; if you had a look through it, you could probably see where she went, assuming it doesn't just lead off to a corridor going elsewhere.

You should probably wait, though. Cops aren't going to be happy with someone just wandering around their building, and it's probably not the best idea to tick off the only normal person you've seen since this started.

Of course... if you're worried, you could always just leave. You wouldn't get any help here, but maybe you'd be better of somewhere else, anyway. Even if that cop sees the crash site here, how are you going to explain the rest of it to her? How are you going to explain that you're really a guy?