Without warning, your hair lengthens from your normal short cut, to about three inches past your shoulders. "What the fuck is going on?" you say, more annoyed to realize that things like this isn't possible. The fact that you got hair like some hippie, like those that you ridicule annoys you more than anything, and you look in the mirror, wondering what to do about your hair.
The hair is the least of your worries, as you suddenly feel your chest begin to itch. "What's happening to me?" you say, as your chest begins to push outwards. Only when they past an a cup, do you realize that you're growing breasts…
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