Jokes on you, I'm into that shit

Throwing your blanked back you dash for the mirror. At least you try. Your balance is completely fucked with your new boobs shifting your center of gravity. You stumble but are able to catch yourself in the last second. Holding yourself up against your desk you wait until your senses have adapted a bit. Then you dare to carefully take the last few steps towards the full-length mirror on your wardrobe.

Looking in the mirror you see the pretty image of a girl. She looks like a twisted version of your sister; Beautiful, wavey brunette hair falling over dainty shoulders down to proudly pushed out breasts. Each a good hand full and with petit pink nipples standing in the chilly breeze coming from to open window. Goosebumps are building on the pale flawless skin of the flat slightly toned stomach. Your gaze wanders down her body to her long slim legs and the little slit between them, completely void of any hair. You are a perfect picture of innocent beauty.

'Well', you think as you turn to admire your firm, bubbly behind 'This could be way worse. This body is easily three or four years younger than my old one. And freaking hot. I am no longer a chubby nerd who is a disappointment in every regard. This might be a complete new beginning! Let's make it count.'