It took Erin a while to see what was different. She stared at herself, knowing something looked off but not quite sure until she turned to the side and-
"What the hell?" she reached up to her normally flat chest.
She had been blessed and cursed by her petite build - she'd always considered herself cute, and her friends were always happy to agree and espouse their jealousy. But being constantly mistaken for a high-schooler was wearing on a woman in her mid-20s, and she'd spent her whole life needing to work twice as hard - or cut down her competition - just to be taken seriously. Cute was fine: but sometimes she'd like people to recognise her as smart, or driven, or even fierce.
...or sexy.
There it was - eventually she had to admit it - she had zero curves. It was far from her highest priority. Most of the time, she didn't mind at all: she worked hard to stay trim, and besides, big boobs and asses looked like they'd be a headache to have to put up with. But with a world always blaring at her about the correct measurements to be sexy, it was hard not to feel left out sometimes.
And yet, when looking in the mirror tonight...
Erin looked at her profile critically, then reached up to cup what breasts she had. It was subtle, but she knew her body. Was there more heft there? She leaned forward against the counter: and angled down her tight tank top. Was that a hint more cleavage?
"... weird." She said. Was her dreaded metabolism catching up to her? But rolling up her shirt showed her tummy as flat as ever, and her flat ass still hid resolutely in her tights. I must be retaining water or something. Or a period thing? But I'm not due. Or am I just imagining it?
She gave herself a test squeeze, and her breath, for just an instant, hitched as some pleasant tingles moved through her. Whether bigger or not, they were definitely more... well, tender didn't seem the right word. Sensitive?
"Great. Just great." Erin grumped. She had a slate of interviews tomorrow, and some period thing or pregnancy scare was the last thing she needed. She had to be on her game.
"Whatever." She finally muttered, and consigned the problem to the morning. She set an alarm for an earlier start, throw in a light jog before the day began: then light breakfast, the interview at Apex, and straight in the car to race to the one at YourScript, lunch, and then OmniHealth.
A firm plan: just how she liked it. Running through it over and over, Erin eventually drifted into dreams.
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