Marti woke with a feline stretch. Refreshed and invigorated, throwing the quilt aside she sat up.
A scream died in her throat, as she caught her reflection in the mirror. The make-up table was unsettling enough. A reminder of her new sex, and status as a sexual target. The room had changed while she'd slept.
She slumped back on the bed. A curse on her soft lips. She felt further cursed, her future even more humiliating. She wasn't just a woman, she was now a busty woman. A wave of fear causing her to retreat beneath the quilt pulling it higher for cover.
"No! No." She thought, "I'll embrace this future, I'll take command. I'll turn this to my advantage. These can be my weapons."
But she was intently aware of her stick thin arms, and her complete lack of physical strength.
Realising her driving licence must have changed. Her picture at least shifted to match this face, she rolled to her bedside table. It almost threw her from the bed, as her bust took a moment to catch up, and then kept her momentum going.
Her shocking pink wallet had her driving licence, the company ID card, and her university matriculation card. Apparently her name was Sakura Suzuki. She wanted to punch the air, she wasn't a drop-out any longer. Her joy quickly evaporated, as she realised this too might change tomorrow.
She wished she knew why she'd changed. But no epiphany hit her. Perhaps, it was her failure to work yesterday, giving her a second chance. Forcing a second change on her. Or perhaps she was doomed to live the rest of her life being the first day of work, for eternity.
In any case, she couldn't spend the day in bed feeling sorry for herself.
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