You cursed your new tits for their constant jiggling, it was making running a pain but you guessed it was still better than skittering on the ground like that head from the Thing. It wasn't far from your house, and you were glad nobody saw you. Your mind was racing, if this wasn't a dream, then maybe one of your parents would be able to help you out. You knew your Mom and Sisters were home, but your dad wouldn't be home until later. Hopefully she would know what to do, but you couldn't imagine how. As you walked up the driveway, your neighbour, Mr. Andrews stared at you, his face clearly showing his shock, or worry that he had gone insane. You rushed up to the door and barged inside. You closed the door behind you and walked into your living room to find.
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