>>1435565I felt my breasts move around and the sensation of my nipples rubbing against the fabric of my shirt. “Wait a minute. Why do I have such small hands?” I asked looking down. “And my voice is high pitched,” I squeaked.
Still fondling myself, I realized it. “These are MY boobs!” I exclaimed, an unfamiliar slurred voice carrying down the street.
I stumbled to a standing position as quickly as I could, attempting to gain my balance which was bad before being held at gunpoint. I could safely say it was much worse by now. I looked around checking out my clothes, I was wearing the same jeans and shirt that I was before, but my clothes were looser now. I reached down to tighten my belt so my pants wouldn’t slide down on me, when I realized I should probably check to see if my equipment was still there. I ran my fingers around only finding a pair of lips.
“Nope,” I said, startled by my voice again. Having my priorities in order, I kept feeling around and slipped my fingers inside, exploring what was obviously the most important part of my new body. I don’t know how long I was at it, but eventually it hit me that I needed to get somewhere less public. I started walking, and immediately was tripped up by my shoes which were now several sizes too large. I reached down and slipped them off, only to have my jeans hang an inch below my heel. I began running and my clothes flopped around hanging looser than they did before, everywhere except for the chest, which was a bit tighter. It didn’t take long before I was getting tripped up and fraying my pant cuffs against the concrete.
