Sakura’s Room

“Sigh…I wonder what outfit should I wear today” Sakura said to herself as she was looking at her reflection.

When Ino entered Sakura’s room she noticed how plain her room was.

“As I thought, you have no style” Ino says to no one.

While Ino was floating Sakura could be seen with a distraught look on her face. Upon closer exception it appears that she was concerned about her breasts or lack thereof.

"Ok... might as well get on with it, I want to see how well this justu really works!" Ino says as she entered Sakura’s body.

Ino quickly floated over behind Sakura who had her hands resting on her chest. She lifted her arms and reached around Sakura body seeping her arms into hers. Slowly she could feel everything she felt. Now fully emerged into her body Ino looked into a mirror.

Sakura suddenly began to feel her arms and hands start moving against her will. As her hands reached down they began to take off the shirt that she had just put on.

“What’s going on” Sakura says feeling a bit frightened as she was now undressing herself. Before she knew it, she was stripped herself down to her underwear.

After what felt like a minute of seeing herself in the mirror. Ino sighed while in Sakura’s body, making it look like she was sighing.

“Honestly I’m 18 years old and I’m still wondering if I can even call my self a B-Cup” Sakura say to her reflection.

"What! Why did I say that?" Sakura exclaimed hoping no one heard her.

“If only I can be as half as womanly as Ino is, then maybe people would stopped mistaken me for a man” Ino admitted in Sakura’s body.

“WHAT! I’m twice the woman then that Ino pig will ever be!” Sakura shouted in anger and embarrassment but then changed.

“-At least that what I would like to believe, but with a chest as flat as mine are. Can I even call myself a woman. Let alone wear something as useless as a bra” Ino said, making it sound like he was finishing Sakura's sentence.

When these words left Sakura’s lips she tried desperately to prevent herself from saying another word. As she can no longer trust herself. Before she even noticed it, Sakura was now heading towards her window.

“Oh no” Sakura whisper in horror.

“_Sigh…_Why do I have to be cursed with a chest as flat as my forehead” Ino admitted in a dramatic way as she ripped of the bra from Sakura’s body and tossed it out of the window.

By this point, Sakura was about to cry as her face had gone completely red. It gotten to the point where she had passed anger and went directly towards embarrassment.