You move towards the bathroom, tripping over the costume store bag as you go. You land straight on your stomach, the wig getting in your face. You stand up, noting how real the breasts feel as they bounce back into your chest. You open the door and look into the mirror. You still look like yourself...phew. For a second...nevermind. You must be imagining things. You walk to the drawer where your keys are, take them out, and head for the door. You realize that all the excitment has made you have to use the bathroom. You set the keys down and head once again for the solid white door.
Then, the tingling starts up again. You wonder what to do?
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