This choice: Your first day at work as Candace • Go Back...Chapter #6Your first day at work as Candace by: Mr. George   Waking you're groggy from the anaesthetic, you sit up in your bed. At least you assume it's yours. Looking around, you take in the tiny apartment, all a lowly secretary can afford.
A chill washes across your body, and you look down to see two massive breasts dominating your chest. "Jesus!" you curse, taking them in your hands. Discovering also the red fingernails that are too long and scratch at your nips. A gasp of shock bursting from your lips, and a bolt of electricity firing up and down your spine tells you how sensitive they are. It's a revelation given how dull your male nipples were, but they look so much larger too.
Swallowing nervously, you guess you're even bigger than Susan. It's hard to tell from this angle, but they weigh a tonne! Looking around, you see the bra you'll have to wear. Getting up, you're horrified by the sheer size of the cups, and the size stitched into the band. You're carrying about 'K-cup' breasts! This has to be a joke, at your expense.
Some instincts come with this body, as you slip it on without thinking. The matching panties too slide up your silky legs. An involutary hiss comes, as your panties dive into the ass cleavage you now possess too.
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It's unsettling how sexy you look. Opening the wardrobe, needing to find more to wear just to cover that too lush flesh. Your shoulders collapse and you groan, everything inside is tailored to flaunt your body.
You slip on the simplest outfit, a dress that just slips on. It clings to your body, but given how curvaceous you are, everything is going to be too girly for you.
Spotting a purse on the bedside table you snatch it up. An android phone lies beside it. You wonder briefly, if it'll recognise your face, or fingerprints, and leave it... afraid to either confirm it's yours, or as bad, that it isn't. There's only a few dollars inside, a debit card, a credit card and your driving licence. You scowl at the name on the licence and cards Iris Candice Biggins. You groan in pain at the name, you are literally I. Candy!
Slamming the purse back down, you spot the envelope. The crest in the corner, marks it as being from the hospital.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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