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A golden shaft of ever shifting particles pierced the tiny slit between the blackened blinds of Judy's untidy bedroom. The shaft lay upon her face, and slowly rose up to her eye. Sleep could not evade its overwhelming glare and she performed the same dull action she had done every morning since she had been born.

She woke up. "Ugh..." she wearily rubbed her eyes, silently cursing. She looked at her bedside clock. This time her curses were not silent. She hurredly pulled on some clothes, picked up her bag and rushed out of the door. Running had never really been her thing and so before long she stood outside the school gates, bent double, leaning on her knees, her short brown hair swaying with each gasping breath. It was only now that she noticed her clothes. That dark room had concealed a lot. She wore a white, baggy T-Shirt, which was actually her mother's and was plastered with a myriad of utterly embarrassing 1980's keep fit slogans. Her socks were not matching and her shorts were bright pink (a gift from one of her out of touch aunts a couple of years ago). It was cold, despite the sun, and she felt the goosebumps rising up her skinny legs and bony knees. She regained her breath, took a single step forward and tripped on her shoelace, landing hard on the concrete and grazing her legs. She looked up. Not 10 yards away was Alex Smith, the only boy she had ever fancied, staring at her. Her cheeks were a deep red, almost making her extensive freckles disappear. But she only saw him for a second, for a second was all it took for her vision to be entirely obstructed by the salty liquid welling up in her eyes. She ran.

A fiery ball hurtled through the sky, shedding mass and losing altitude steadily. As friction took more violent hold, whole pieces of this irregular ball began to tear off, until all that was left was a tiny pebble, rocketing along in the upper atmosphere. It was now far too small to be noticed by all but the most diligent observer, let alone the misty-eyed 17 year old towards whom it was headed. Judy stood, leaning against the brick wall of the alley, feeling sorry for herself. "Why does it always have to be ME?" she mumbled. "I work hard and I'm nice to people and yet who is it who always gets all the shit? Who says tha-" and then she noticed it. The air was sucked from the alley and she was blinded. She fell backwards. Her head collided with something solid and the last thing she saw before she lost consciousness was a spreading pool of red on the brick floor.

Black.

She performed the same dull action she had done every morning since she had been born. But... somehow this wasn't dull. And it wasn't morning. She could feel the heat of the midday sun on her face... and instead of the soft comfort of her bed, the floor was cold and hard and... wet? She could see the blood, but she did not feel injured. She sat up, felt her head. No cuts at all. Still, she thought to herself, I should go to see the school nurse, even if it means facing embarrassment (after all, her parents would not be home for several hours).

Sitting in the medical room, she told the nurse her story. The nurse agreed to check her over, if only for the fact that her story was indication of insanity... The nurse was middle aged, with a dull face and dead eyes, but she had beautiful hands. Judy had always wanted to have delicate, precise hands like those, but was stuck with her long, spidery monstrosities. As the nurse felt Judy's forehead, a warm, tingling sensation built in her hands. She glanced down. She barely withheld her gasp. Her hands were changing. They were becoming everything she liked about the nurse's hands and more. After the checkup, she left the room staring with deep inquisitiveness at every detail of this metamorphoses, the nurse clearly convinced of Judy's insanity now.

She entered the classroom quitely and sat down next to her best friend, Samantha. As she whispered her story, the look of amusement upon the other girl's face grew, but she conceded to giving Judy's hands a closer look after class.
"Look, right there, my hands were never this smooth..."
"Oh jesus, nothing's changed, they look exactly the same as before.", her friend said, lifting up Judy's hands to demonstrate. Judy was about to argue, but was interrupted by a tingling sensation rising through her chest. She could feel her breasts expanding against the old T-Shirt. She was sure of it. What else could explain this same, intensifying tingling, now mingling with pleasure as her nipples stroked rough cloth. She could feel two distinct humps beneath her shirt, where before her flat chest would have been nearly impossible to distinguish from that of a boy. She ran to the toilets.
"HEY! Where are you going?" her perplexed friend exclaimed after her, beginning to form the same conclusion as the nurse.

As she ran, Judy could feel a slight shifting of her now B-cup breasts. I have to test this out, she thought, and as she entered the girl's toilets, she saw the perfect opportunity. Amanda, commonly regarded as the prettiest girl in school, stood in front of the mirror, doing her make-up. Judy deliberately brushed against the other girl as she headed for a stall, but Amanda was so caught up in herself that she barely noticed. Judy did, however, as she pushed open the creaky door of the cubicle. She could feel curves developing where before there where none - her panties seemed to be tightening, and this brought a whisper of delight, which she managed to pass off as a sigh, but no sooner had that pleasure subsided, a new, more intense feeling from her swelling breasts coaxed a moan from her trembling lips, which were becoming fuller by the second. The rest of her features became everything that she desired. Her legs extended, accentuating her newly found curvacious physique. Her bosom gradually stopped expanding, but not before reaching a decent C-cup and stretching her small shirt almost to breaking point. As she stepped out of the cubicle and walked over to the mirror (with a smooth swaying of her ample hips), she gasped.

While her face was still recognisably Judy (albeit an extremely feminine, sexy Judy), her body had undergone such a change that she hardly recognised it. It was a good thing Amanda was no longer there because upon glancing at her figure, she instinctively reached up and grasped those two mounds of curved flesh, and felt a familiar dampness between her legs. Her smile was broad as she practically swayed out of the door.

It was the last lesson of the day. A test, but even that could not stop her from the happiness she was feeling. She picked up her pencil. It snapped in half. It seemed that she had also accumulated strength from the three she had touched. Unconcerned with the test, she subtly placed her fingers upon the two people nearest to her in the room, feeling that targeted tingle each time. She reached inside her pencil case and picked out a sturdy metal ruler. She bent it with one hand. The feeling of power swelled within her, and two pinpricks of raised fabric formed upon her shirt.

That night was the school's annual award ceremony, and though she had not been the prettiest girl in school before, she had certainly been the smartest. She stood in front of several hundred parents, in a line of 15 or so people from her year, dressed in smart (but ill-fitting) clothes, ready to walk up to the podium to collect her certificate. When it was finally her turn, she strolled with new found confidence up to the podium, picked up the certificate and was confronted by somebody important, with whom she was supposed to shake hands and smile. Judy looked up and could feel her heartbeat quicken as she noticed the incredibly curvaceous woman standing before her. She became acutely aware of her own clothes, already struggling to contain her comparatively modest figure. She shook the woman's hand hesitantly, and tried to make a quick escape, but before she made it off the stage, an audible rip echoed round the hall. It was her skirt. Her face flushed deep red and she ran out of the hall, which became increasingly difficult with her cleavage increasing to over D-Cup size.

She sat outside on the grass, head between her knees, sobbing. A hand on her shoulder. It was Alex.
"It's Ok, really."
"No it's not! Everyone heard it! Everyone will think I'm a... a..." She broke down into sobs. "Everyone hates me."
"I don't"
"No?"
"No. In fact..."
"What?"
"I quite... like you. I always have."
"Oh you're just say-" But she didn't finish her sentence because his lips were softly touching hers. He withdrew sheepishly.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have."
"Oh yes you should!" and she kissed him with passion, that had first been ignited all of those years ago. With her new-found strength, she tore off her clothes, and his too. Her pelvis was strong enough to hold him down, as she thrust herself deeply upon him, her perfectly formed breasts keeping rhythm. He softly caressed her body, eliciting moans of pleasure from her quivering lips. Her pleasure built and built, her thrusts becoming more and more rapid and powerful until a final moment of utter climax, her hands grasping the grass as she let out a primordial scream of sheer elation.

Black.

She performed the same dull action she had done every morning since she had been born. She was in an alleyway, lying on a cold surface. It was late morning. As she lifted herself, she felt the sting of several cuts on her arms, but nothing else. Her chest seemed significantly lighter and as she looked down, her breasts were as they had been as they always were. She sighed, looked up, and ahead. The familiar figure of Alex was there, running towards her.
"Hey, are you OK?"
"Yeah... just a bit shook up"
"That looks nasty" he said, pointing at her arms.
"It is nothing, really. I'm fine"
"Always the brave one, eh Jade?" he said, smiling.
"Yeah" she laughed a little
"Hey, um... I was going to ask you something before, but you ran off and umm... well... I was wondering if... you would... you would go out with me?"
And she probably would have accepted his offer enthusiastically, had the prospect of that offer not caused her to faint into his arms, a look of complete contentment spread across her freckled face.

Description
A golden shaft of ever shifting particles pierced the tiny slit between the blackened blinds of Judy's untidy bedroom. The shaft lay upon her face, and slowly rose up to her eye. Sleep could not evade its overwhelming glare and she performed the same dull action she had done every morning since she had been born.

She woke up. "Ugh..." she wearily rubbed her eyes, silently cursing. She looked at her bedside clock. This time her curses were not silent. She hurredly pulled on some clothes, picked up her bag and rushed out of the door. Running had never really been her thing and so before long she stood outside the school gates, bent double, leaning on her knees, her short brown hair swaying with each gasping breath. It was only now that she noticed her clothes. That dark room had concealed a lot. She wore a white, baggy T-Shirt, which was actually her mother's and was plastered with a myriad of utterly embarrassing 1980's keep fit slogans. Her socks were not matching and her shorts were bright pink (a gift from one of her out of touch aunts a couple of years ago). It was cold, despite the sun, and she felt the goosebumps rising up her skinny legs and bony knees. She regained her breath, took a single step forward and tripped on her shoelace, landing hard on the concrete and grazing her legs. She looked up. Not 10 yards away was Alex Smith, the only boy she had ever fancied, staring at her. Her cheeks were a deep red, almost making her extensive freckles disappear. But she only saw him for a second, for a second was all it took for her vision to be entirely obstructed by the salty liquid welling up in her eyes. She ran.

A fiery ball hurtled through the sky, shedding mass and losing altitude steadily. As friction took more violent hold, whole pieces of this irregular ball began to tear off, until all that was left was a tiny pebble, rocketing along in the upper atmosphere. It was now far too small to be noticed by all but the most diligent observer, let alone the misty-eyed 17 year old towards whom it was headed. Judy stood, leaning against the brick wall of the alley, feeling sorry for herself. "Why does it always have to be ME?" she mumbled. "I work hard and I'm nice to people and yet who is it who always gets all the shit? Who says tha-" and then she noticed it. The air was sucked from the alley and she was blinded. She fell backwards. Her head collided with something solid and the last thing she saw before she lost consciousness was a spreading pool of red on the brick floor.

Black.

She performed the same dull action she had done every morning since she had been born. But... somehow this wasn't dull. And it wasn't morning. She could feel the heat of the midday sun on her face... and instead of the soft comfort of her bed, the floor was cold and hard and... wet? She could see the blood, but she did not feel injured. She sat up, felt her head. No cuts at all. Still, she thought to herself, I should go to see the school nurse, even if it means facing embarrassment (after all, her parents would not be home for several hours).

Sitting in the medical room, she told the nurse her story. The nurse agreed to check her over, if only for the fact that her story was indication of insanity... The nurse was middle aged, with a dull face and dead eyes, but she had beautiful hands. Judy had always wanted to have delicate, precise hands like those, but was stuck with her long, spidery monstrosities. As the nurse felt Judy's forehead, a warm, tingling sensation built in her hands. She glanced down. She barely withheld her gasp. Her hands were changing. They were becoming everything she liked about the nurse's hands and more. After the checkup, she left the room staring with deep inquisitiveness at every detail of this metamorphoses, the nurse clearly convinced of Judy's insanity now.

She entered the classroom quitely and sat down next to her best friend, Samantha. As she whispered her story, the look of amusement upon the other girl's face grew, but she conceded to giving Judy's hands a closer look after class.
"Look, right there, my hands were never this smooth..."
"Oh jesus, nothing's changed, they look exactly the same as before.", her friend said, lifting up Judy's hands to demonstrate. Judy was about to argue, but was interrupted by a tingling sensation rising through her chest. She could feel her breasts expanding against the old T-Shirt. She was sure of it. What else could explain this same, intensifying tingling, now mingling with pleasure as her nipples stroked rough cloth. She could feel two distinct humps beneath her shirt, where before her flat chest would have been nearly impossible to distinguish from that of a boy. She ran to the toilets.
"HEY! Where are you going?" her perplexed friend exclaimed after her, beginning to form the same conclusion as the nurse.

As she ran, Judy could feel a slight shifting of her now B-cup breasts. I have to test this out, she thought, and as she entered the girl's toilets, she saw the perfect opportunity. Amanda, commonly regarded as the prettiest girl in school, stood in front of the mirror, doing her make-up. Judy deliberately brushed against the other girl as she headed for a stall, but Amanda was so caught up in herself that she barely noticed. Judy did, however, as she pushed open the creaky door of the cubicle. She could feel curves developing where before there where none - her panties seemed to be tightening, and this brought a whisper of delight, which she managed to pass off as a sigh, but no sooner had that pleasure subsided, a new, more intense feeling from her swelling breasts coaxed a moan from her trembling lips, which were becoming fuller by the second. The rest of her features became everything that she desired. Her legs extended, accentuating her newly found curvacious physique. Her bosom gradually stopped expanding, but not before reaching a decent C-cup and stretching her small shirt almost to breaking point. As she stepped out of the cubicle and walked over to the mirror (with a smooth swaying of her ample hips), she gasped.

While her face was still recognisably Judy (albeit an extremely feminine, sexy Judy), her body had undergone such a change that she hardly recognised it. It was a good thing Amanda was no longer there because upon glancing at her figure, she instinctively reached up and grasped those two mounds of curved flesh, and felt a familiar dampness between her legs. Her smile was broad as she practically swayed out of the door.

It was the last lesson of the day. A test, but even that could not stop her from the happiness she was feeling. She picked up her pencil. It snapped in half. It seemed that she had also accumulated strength from the three she had touched. Unconcerned with the test, she subtly placed her fingers upon the two people nearest to her in the room, feeling that targeted tingle each time. She reached inside her pencil case and picked out a sturdy metal ruler. She bent it with one hand. The feeling of power swelled within her, and two pinpricks of raised fabric formed upon her shirt.

That night was the school's annual award ceremony, and though she had not been the prettiest girl in school before, she had certainly been the smartest. She stood in front of several hundred parents, in a line of 15 or so people from her year, dressed in smart (but ill-fitting) clothes, ready to walk up to the podium to collect her certificate. When it was finally her turn, she strolled with new found confidence up to the podium, picked up the certificate and was confronted by somebody important, with whom she was supposed to shake hands and smile. Judy looked up and could feel her heartbeat quicken as she noticed the incredibly curvaceous woman standing before her. She became acutely aware of her own clothes, already struggling to contain her comparatively modest figure. She shook the woman's hand hesitantly, and tried to make a quick escape, but before she made it off the stage, an audible rip echoed round the hall. It was her skirt. Her face flushed deep red and she ran out of the hall, which became increasingly difficult with her cleavage increasing to over D-Cup size.

She sat outside on the grass, head between her knees, sobbing. A hand on her shoulder. It was Alex.
"It's Ok, really."
"No it's not! Everyone heard it! Everyone will think I'm a... a..." She broke down into sobs. "Everyone hates me."
"I don't"
"No?"
"No. In fact..."
"What?"
"I quite... like you. I always have."
"Oh you're just say-" But she didn't finish her sentence because his lips were softly touching hers. He withdrew sheepishly.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have."
"Oh yes you should!" and she kissed him with passion, that had first been ignited all of those years ago. With her new-found strength, she tore off her clothes, and his too. Her pelvis was strong enough to hold him down, as she thrust herself deeply upon him, her perfectly formed breasts keeping rhythm. He softly caressed her body, eliciting moans of pleasure from her quivering lips. Her pleasure built and built, her thrusts becoming more and more rapid and powerful until a final moment of utter climax, her hands grasping the grass as she let out a primordial scream of sheer elation.

Black.

She performed the same dull action she had done every morning since she had been born. She was in an alleyway, lying on a cold surface. It was late morning. As she lifted herself, she felt the sting of several cuts on her arms, but nothing else. Her chest seemed significantly lighter and as she looked down, her breasts were as they had been as they always were. She sighed, looked up, and ahead. The familiar figure of Alex was there, running towards her.
"Hey, are you OK?"
"Yeah... just a bit shook up"
"That looks nasty" he said, pointing at her arms.
"It is nothing, really. I'm fine"
"Always the brave one, eh Jade?" he said, smiling.
"Yeah" she laughed a little
"Hey, um... I was going to ask you something before, but you ran off and umm... well... I was wondering if... you would... you would go out with me?"
And she probably would have accepted his offer enthusiastically, had the prospect of that offer not caused her to faint into his arms, a look of complete contentment spread across her freckled face.