Someone interupts you

The events that led up to your change refuse to process through your mind. Like 2 and 2 resulting in 5, you simply can't accept, much less understand, the conclusion of your morning. Every time your thoughts stray, your new form becomes abstract in your mind. Every time you return to your senses, you're surprised by your body all over again. Your body? It doesn't feel like yours. This body? This body you're currently wearing is too tight and too small. It bulges and bends in weird and clumsy ways. It can't be yours. And yet... The view, the senses, and the memory are all undeniable, no matter how impossible they may be.

Through your shirt, you heft one of your pendulous breasts in wonder, then let it drop. Regardless of perspective, your brain thrums with delight at the sight, and you feel as though something hard should be standing at attention down below. Instead you rub your thighs, silky smooth and tingling with a frightful frisson, and remind yourself of the emptiness between them. Desire clears the clouds of depression, and for a moment the impossibility of things fades from your mind. Driven by a curiosity both carnal and clinical you turn your gaze to the mirror.

An unfamiliar girl meets your gaze... Though in a way she's not completely unknown. Her face is shaped like yours, and her hair is deep black, thick, and gently twisted like yours. Still, she reminds you of Zoe, more than yourself. You brush back your shoulder length bangs, and find a face as pale as the moon, but speckled with large dark freckles. Her ruby lips are large, but crinkly rather than plump, and hanging open in a vapid pout. The expression unnerves you, so you scowl, and so does the girl. As her lips pull into a tight frown, and her sharply angled brow furrows, you realize with distress that this girl looks terribly cute when she's angry.

Suddenly restless, and eager to be done with the whole affair, you rise to your feet, eyes still examining the girl through the looking glass, and find that her belly has lifted her shirt so high as to give a peep show of her surprisingly plump and meaty pussy lips. As you struggle and strip free of the shirt you realize with distress that your exaggerated sex was no accident. Your body is youthful, skinny, and looks as delicate as a paper swan, but that damned dopple ganger of your sister has cursed you with an obscene ass and breasts so large they pool on the top of your belly like overfilled hot water bottles. Her nipples are as thick as your pinky, and half as long as the last digit, while her areola are red like her lips, but darker, and lined by a rough ring of smooth bumps. They're as large as a soda can is round, and puffy, though one, her left, is a bit larger and hangs a bit lower than the other. You again meet her gaze. Her grey eyes are round, and more open on the bottom, only serving to accent the resting pout of her lips you noticed before.

For the briefest of moments, you imagine her looking up at you lusty, innocent, vapid, and lips about to wrap around your dick. Just as easily you imagine looking down the business end of that same dick, gazing in mindless trepidation as a flutter goes through your chest. You hiss. That girl is you! And not even that gun could make you suck someones dick like that! Still, in spite of your internal protests the thought lingers in the back of your mind, though you can't quite tell which perspective has caused it to stick.

Perhaps you'd have stared another hour, or even all day, but the slam of a car door outside causes a jolt in your heart, and breaks the spell of the mirror. For a moment, your spirit soars. Has Zoe returned? Has she had her laugh, and she's come back to make all things right? You scurry naked from the bathroom, and rush to the hallway window, where you peak through the venetian blinds and find some one you did not expect. Already they're making their way to your front door, robbing you of any time to think.