Right Hand

I put the ring on my right hand. I could feel warmth coursing through my ring finger and up my arm. The slight purple glow grew to be all encompassing as I closed my eyes to shield me from the luminosity.

Once the glow went away, I was able to look back at my hand and saw that the ring was still were I had placed it, without any glow.

“Okay… weird?” I then went ahead and took the ring off.

At least that’s what I wanted to do, as with all my strength the ring could not come off my finger. I tried twisting it and pulling it. Thinking it was like a Chinese finger trap, I pushed it farther on my finger which resulted in no movement.

I was starting to consider running my hand under warm water when my mom burst through my room with a bin of laundry under her arm.

My mother wasn’t anything to run home about. She had a typical mom bod at 5’9”. She had perky C-cup breasts and had long natural auburn hair. She usually wore glasses when she drove the car, but at home she preferred to have none.

“Mom!” I yelled. “I’m in my room.”

“Sorry, sweetie.” She responded to me only wearing my boxers. “I just thought you would like your clothes from the dryer. Make sure to put them away.” She put the bin of clothes as she made to exit my room. Before doing so, she spotted where I had thrown my pants and shirt from last night.

“Uhh.” She lamented as she bent down to pick the clothes off the floor. “Why do we even get you that hamper if you refuse to use it?”

I felt slightly bad at having her pick up my laundry, however noticed something in the clothes bin that put that thought on pause.

On top of the clothes bin was one of my sisters’ crop tops. It was a green one that had a deep V-neck to showcase her D-cup cleavage. It was clear mom had placed the shirt in without realizing it. I picked it up and turned back to my mother.

“Hey, Mom.” I asked. “Am I seriously supposed to wear this?” Then, suddenly, the purple glow of the ring came back, momentarily bringing my attention to it. My mother looked back to me to answer.

“Of course sweetie, that’s your top after all.”

I was just about to question my mothers’ answer when I felt heat envelop my chest. My nipples stood at attention when fat started to buildup in my pecks, being siphoned from my stomach. I could feel my bones readjust as my paunch stomach became lean and my arms lost all muscle to become as thin as a woman.

The most surprising change was the fact I had big, teardrop D-cups hanging off of my very feminine chest. I was so shocked that I didn’t hear my mom telling me to get dressed before leaving to prepare breakfast.

When I had finally regained most of my senses, I tentatively lifted a hand towards my chest and felt up my massive boob. The flesh was soft yet firm. Jiggly yet malleable. They were definitely boobs.

‘What the hell just happened!!!’ I screamed internally to myself when my gaze drifted over to the ring resting on my finger.

‘Oh… right.’