James was shocked at her reflection, at the beautiful girl reflected back from the mirror. She raced to her bedroom window, and looked out to the garden. It added to her questions, clearly it was still the same house, in the same part of town. Hell, even the car in the driveway was the same. Still stunned, her fingers trembled, but she withdrew her head back into the room. The wide open window was having an unsettling effect on her body. The breeze was chill, and James felt herself stiffen?tighten?... she wasn't sure how to describe it. But she was suddenly more aware of her breasts, especially the broad nips capping them. Cupping them, warming them with her hands, she felt them press against the palms of her hands.
Exploring her room felt like an invasion of privacy. Despite the chill, James felt flushed, the reflection showing a blushing girl, cheeks crimson, cheek bones high and gorgeous. Those lips looking far too plump, she tried tightening her expression, drawing them into a thinner line. But her reflection merely pouted back at her, if anything looking more seductive. He didn't want to think about where those lips took his imagination, it was suddenly too real, and terrifying.
Snatching a photo from the wall, James found her hands just as alien, already with nail polish topping each one. The picture in her hand showing her with the family, posed against the family car in front of the house. On the back, 'Jamie, Debbie, Mom & Dad', was scribbled there.
His unwise, joking first line had come true. James scowled at the note pad, and the pen lying across it. Her stomach knotted at the reality of it all, now she was Jamie, rather than James, and that was how her family knew her.
The sickening tightness intensified, as her eyes were drawn to her big sister, and mother. She was destined to be a big girl, their large busts now likely in her future.
Pulling open the top drawer of her dresser was oddly terrifying. Seeing the various pieces of underwear there. The range of panties, from plain everyday wear, through to frilly ones that looked more lace than anything, and even a few thong backed things that had her reaching to caress her own ass. A sense of worry intensified, did she have a big bum, would those thongs disappear between the expansive rump her hands were exploring.
Just as bad, was the selection of bras lying beside them. Picking one out, she turned it over in her hands, confirming what she'd suspected she was a B-cup girl. Though they felt far bigger in her hands. Cautiously, her fingers ran along the inside of the cups, feeling the soft, smooth material. She held them softly, as if afraid of being somehow infected by them, of getting secondary girlyness, and becoming bustier, from the contact.
Jamie felt split in two, with her memories of James still clear in her mind. Needing to experiment, she took the pen up. Clenching it tightly, she calmed the shaking, and sat at her make-up table. It was impossible to deny she was fully a girl. The James part of her wasn't convinced...
I wear sexier clothes.
She wrote the words, and dropped the pen, as if it were a snake about to strike. She felt reality ripple, and looked about for other changes. It had happened. She couldn't quite put her finger on the changes at first, everything was just a little bit different. She walked past the dresser drawer, a quick glance told her that was different.
The plain underwear was still there, but there was more of the fancy styles, and the bras looked more expensive, and a different style too.
'Push-Up?', she though absently, picking it up. She was surprised to see it was a C... a C-cup bra, with a familiarity she didn't trust, she slipped it on.
Immediately, she saw the effect. Her reflection was bustier, and the girls looked firmer, rounder, and far... far more prominent and visible. A thrill raced up and down Jamie's spine. Flicking through the hangers, Jamie saw the lower necklines on the tops, and the shorter skirts filling the closet.
James was eager to see the sexier looks she could now pull off. Jamie snatched out a pair of panties, her fingers finding padding at the rear, to give it more of a shape, and the elastic was sturdier too. It would certainly enhance the appearance of her body. Not sure whether it was James or Jamie making the choice, but she pulled on the padded undies.
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