"God you're annoying." Jessica moaned, slamming the door to the car I got shoved in. "I think I've got an idea to shut you up." Jessica snapped her fingers and a sharp pain rang through my head. I rubbed my now long hair and tugged slightly from the pain. Then, as soon as it arrived, it practically disappeared.
"Ow..." I groaned.
"So Rachel, how about getting your first real bra?" Jessica sneered.
"What? Me? A real one?" I seem particularly excited about shopping for something I've never needed before. I look down and see my maturing chest pushing out the dress. I remember being a guy, and how my sisters did this to me, but my only thoughts are of bragging to other girls my age at my maturity. In addition to that, I also had the odd urge to know what one felt like actually holding breasts in those cups. Something felt so wrong here.
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