“Ugh!” Travis said as he tugged on the breasts attached to his, now her, chest. Finally giving up, he let go, and they flopped and wobbled in their new freedom. “They aren’t fake…” he stammered, in shock with the realization of his new body. “They’re real…really attached…and they’re…mine…my boobs…” He jumped back a bit, sending his new assets shaking once again, a motion he was unfamiliar with. He was going to have to get used to “unfamiliar”.
I woke up, throwing the covers off me and sitting up, my legs dangling over the side of my bed. Wait. That wasn’t right. I could put my feet flat on the floor last night. And what’s with this weight on my chest…
“Holy cow, it worked! I have tits!” I reached up and took one of my bare new breasts in my hands, giving them a small squeeze. “Oh man that feels good!” I gave them another small squeeze before jumping out of bed, my new tits slapping on to my chest as I did so.
“Easy there girls,” I said looking down at them.
I walked over to the mirror in my room to get a better appreciation of my new body:
My tits hung heavily on my chest, my nipples big and round. Managing to pull my eyes away from them for a moment I looked further down.
“Woah, these hips don’t lie!”
My ass was barely covered by the pair of panties I had on. I guess the wish really did work. I had wished that everything would be as though I had been born a girl, and so far it seemed that way. My room was slightly different, my bedspread, everything.
“Hmm, what about my wardrobe?…” I walked over to my closet to get dressed, opened the door and saw everything I would have expected to see in a girl’s closet.
“What to wear…” I mumbled to myself. I looked through several of my bras, before finally deciding to just go without one today.
“You girls are perky enough without any help,” I said to my boobs. Instead I grabbed an orange tank top and put that on, my braless tits straining the straps just a bit. Next I pulled off my panties and replaced them with a tighter blue pair, before finally pulling up a pair of barely-shorts over them.
Having gotten dressed I bounded down the stairs for breakfast, my tits practically escaping from their orange fabric prison. I tried to pull the neckline up to cover them a bit more, but that just made them bounce around, so I juggled them, a smile slowly forming on my lips. As they settled down, I noticed a shadow of my nipples poking though the top.
“Oh well, guess everybody’s getting a show today.”
I walked over to the counter to pour myself a bowl of cereal, enjoying the sway of my hips and the wobble of my boobs. I reached up to grab a box off the top of the fridge, and realized I was noticeably shorter than before. I just shrugged my shoulders and jumped to get the box down, enjoying the way my breasts moved with each hop.
After finishing my breakfast, I sat for a minute, thinking how best to break in this new body…
Finally, I had made a decision: “I think I’ll go to the mall and see how much attention you girls can give me!” And so I set out, enjoying each step in my new body…