You squeezed your new breasts in your dainty hands and went into your house, and after letting your dog inside you closed the door and walked over to a mirror that was hanging nearby. You marveled at Katie's reflection staring back at you, and you felt your long elegant hair.
"This is fuckin' amazing!" you said to yourself, as you ran your manicured hands over your breasts again.
You then wondered if reality had altered to fit your new appearance, so you ran upstairs in your 4-inch stiletto heeled boots and opened your bedroom door...running inside. The first thing you saw was the photo of you and MacGruber that one of your friends had taken several months ago. In the picture you were still crouched down with your arms around your dog, only you had Katie's body, her/your glistening smile beamed out of the photograph at you.
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