Eh, he seems like a nice guy

If anything he seems more nervous of you than you do of him. He tugs self consciously at his faded t-shirt trying to prevent it riding up over his belly. His face is red and sheened with sweat as he struggles to maintain eye contact with you.

“Ah, so. Bathroom’s through there, make yourself at home," he says his eyes dropping once again to your chest "Do you have something clean to change into? No, of course, you don't. That was a stupid question. Forget I asked."

He runs a hand through his thinning hair then inspiration seems to strike him

"I know, there are probably some old clothes down in the basement storage area. I'm sure Rachel Priest left a bunch of stuff behind when she moved out" there is a long uncomfortable silence while he gives you an appraising look " Yes, now I think of it she was about your size. Why don't I just run down to the basement and see what I can find?"

You wait until he has gone and make a beeline for the bathroom. It is small and a little grubby but you don't care as you lock the door and start peeling off your ill-fitting and filthy clothes. Jumping into the shower you sigh as hot water flows over you. Starting to feel clean for the first time in what seems like hours as you help yourself to some shower gel and begin to wash.

Up until now, you have been working hard to stay detached but as your hands move over your altered body that resolve starts to break down. You close your eyes and gently squeeze your breasts feeling yours soft hands pressing into them making the nipples tighten. Opening your eyes you push back the shower curtain enough to see your reflection in the bathroom mirror. You watch the slim blond in the glass cupping her large tits, copying your every move.

“My god” you murmur “She is so hot."

You shake your head firmly forcing yourself to confront the reality of the situation.

"No, I've got to deal with this." you tell yourself "That's me. I’m hot, a hot little blond with a killer rack and legs that won’t quit.”

Okay so that was probably not the best way to put it but there is no denying the truth of your words. Hearing it aloud like that is shocking, you want to stop and go back to pretending nothing’s changed but you can't. As impossible as all this is it is also real. Running your hands down over your narrow waist and flat stomach to your wide hips you continue.

“This is not a dream or a crazy hallucination." you continue addressing the frightened looking girl in the mirror "My name is Lucy and I literally have the body of a porn-star. I’m not going to pretend to be happy about it but from this point on I’m not taking any more shit from the universe.”

Your little pep talk seems to do the job. You shower as quickly as you can while avoiding touching your more sensitive areas. For all your talk of accepting your new body, you don't feel ready to get too intimate with it just yet. Refreshed and filled with a fresh resolve you begin vigorously towelling yourself down when you hear a knocking at the door.