He could feel them shift under his shirt, like two heavy pillows. He couldn't wait. He tore open his buttoned shirt and there they came sliding out: two female breasts. He ran to the mirror and wobbled as he felt his center of mass had changed. He could feel his breasts shift and bounce as he ran.
The mirror confirmed what he feared most. He was a woman now.
Donna
2019-06-29 19:05:20 +0000 UTC