Waking Up

Coming out of the darkness, you feel a strange weight on your chest. Looking down you see that you have breasts now, though they do not match. One is definitely much bigger than the other one. You groan and struggle to get up and out of the bed, barely managing to make it over to the mirror to check yourself out. Your face is as it always was, except your lips are plumper and more womanly.

"What?" you say.

"Hold on, take your time," a voice says. You look over to see a doctor. Her name is Graburcrotch."

"Grab your crotch?" you ask.

She makes a Michael Jackson motion, grabbing between her legs, spinning and dancing.

"No, but seriously, I get that a lot. It's Grabyerkrote-ch," she says. "Anyways, take it easy, you were in quite a car crash. They all said nothing could be done. Nothing except for whatever I could do."

"So you gave me boobs?"

"Your own chest was gone," she said. "And we had to give you your sister's legs..."

"What about?" you ask, looking down towards those legs.

"Oh yes, that," the doctor says with a wry smile.