Somewhere quiet to think

You head towards the park, almost unconsciously making a beeline for the vast public space where you can hopefully find some solitude to think this out. As you stalk your mind spins. What the fuck is happening? Who the hell was that on the phone and why would they want to do something like this to you? How is this even possible?

As you ponder these questions, staring down past your generous breasts at your girly little feet there is no doubt this is real, no matter how crazy it seems. Your body feels very different. Slow. Somehow, bouncy. It is intensely distracting to the point that you can feel your ill fitting attire rubbing your new body in strange places. Perhaps it is this distraction, combined with your general state of shock that leads you to bump headlong into something, or rather someone. Oh no! Time for your first ever interaction with another person as a girl. Shit!