Belle wakes up, and immediately starts having problems

Belle awoke to the sound of her alarm blaring in her ear, like she did every school morning. Of course, today she was getting up early in order to make her way to the car dealership to fix her stupid stepmother's mistake, but that didn't make it any more pleasant. In fact, it was even worse in her mind, since it was Bailey's fault she had to get up at... whatever time it was now. She shut off the alarm, then looked at the clock to check the time. However, she couldn't read the numbers on the alarm at the moment. She must be more tired than she thought.

With a groan, Belle threw the covers off her and stood up. As she made her way to the closet, she noticed that her body almost felt heavier than it did yesterday. Looking at her reflection in the closet door mirror, she didn't see any reason for that: it didn't look like she gained any weight overnight. With a bit of difficulty, she pulled off her pink lace nightie and checked her nearly-naked body just to be sure. Nope, same cute body with killer D-cup tits. Just to be safe, Belle decided she'd go easy on breakfast this morning.

She pushed open her closet door, which in her tired state felt much heavier than usual, and picked out a cute pink blouse and skinny jeans to wear for the day. She set the outfit on the bed, then went to her underwear drawer and grabbed a bra to match the pink lacy panties she was already wearing.

It was that moment Belle realized she couldn't figure out how to put it on. Hell, she wasn't even sure where to start.

Belle furrowed her brow. She knew how to do this yesterday, and the day before, and pretty much every day since she graduated from training bras at 13. But right now, the garment in her hand felt almost alien to her. She dropped the bra on the floor, resolving to figure out what was wrong with her after she finished getting dressed, only to realize once she got to her bed that she couldn't remember how to put on any of her clothes. In a panic, she grabbed the nightie she just took off, thinking she could at least figure that out. But even the thin piece of fabric seemed to be beyond her comprehension.

"Okay, calm down," Belle said, attempting to keep herself from hyperventilating, "You're probably just still tired... really, really tired. Just set your alarm for an hour later and get some more sleep. You'll be fine."

She went back to her alarm clock and picked it up to set a new alarm, but with a growing horror realized that she didn't recognize the numbers on the alarm. Some part of her knew that they hadn't changed, but they might as well have been hieroglyphics to the poor girl.

Belle knew something was very wrong with her. And so she did what she always did when something was going wrong.

"DAAAADDYYYY!!!"

Almost instantly, Belle heard her father's footsteps running down the hall. She had just enough presence left to bring her arms up to cover her chest before her father cracked opened the door, a worried look on his face, "Belle! What's wrong?"

"I need to go to a doctor," Belle said.

"Why do you say that?" Mr. Beaumont asked, "You don't look hurt."

"I... I can't get dressed," Belle whimpered, near tears, "And I can't read the numbers on my alarm clock either, and I feel weaker..."

To Belle's shock, Mr. Beaumont immediately relaxed, "Oh, is that all?"

Belle opened her mouth to respond, but her shock ensured that no sound came out of her mouth.

"Look honey, I don't know why you're freaking out, but you need to hurry up and get ready if you want to make it to the dealership," Mr. Beaumont continued, as if chiding a petulant child.

"B-But I can't..." Belle choked out, "I c-can't get my clothes on."

"If you need help, ask your stepmother," Mr. Beaumont said, "I'm sure she'd be much better at helping you get dressed than I would."

"B-Bailey...?" Belle muttered.

"Yes, her," her father replied, "She's making coffee downstairs, but I'm sure she'd be willing to take a break to come up here if you ask for her."

"Daddy, what's going on?" Belle asked, "Why are you so calm? I need help..."

"Sorry dear, but I can't right now," he deflected, "Now hurry up and get dressed. Breakfast is going to be ready soon."

Belle just stared in shock as he closed the door and walked off down the hall, leaving her standing in the middle of her room in nothing but her pink panties as though nothing was wrong.

She couldn't understand what was going on. Is this what a stroke felt like? Her body didn't feel numb anywhere like what she heard happened with one, but she did feel heavier, which as she made her way back to her bed she noticed was making her movement more clumsy than usual. She sat down on her bed, then reached over and grabbed her phone. She managed to get it unlocked by virtue of muscle memory, but none of the words or numbers on the screen made sense to her. She couldn't even figure out where her contacts were, much less find one to call for help. She might as well be alone.

Except for Bailey... her father said she might help.

But after what she said to the woman last night, and how she treated her since they met, could Belle really stomach asking her for help?