Your head rests against the side panel of your car, as you struggle towards consciousness. The mad bitch and her attack still fresh in your mind. Taking a deep breath, it feels oddly harder, more of an effort, as your lungs are under pressure. So you let the Sun warm you, and keep your eyes closed. The last thing you need now is blinding sunlight giving you a migraine.
You're started from your reverie, at the sound of a horn. Your head snaps sideways towards the noise, and you see the old woman once more. Now, she's taunting you from the driver's seat of her car. But that's not what surprises you the most. As you see your car is undamaged. There's no sign at all, of any impact let alone catastrophic damage.
"We, even now." she says, as she waves good-bye.
Though, as she manoeuvres away, the waving hand shifts, and she flips you off.
Struggling to your feet, you wonder what you imagined, and what was real. Still dizzy, you wobble as you get to your feet. Or more significantly, your chest wobbles, almost throwing you back to the ground.
A strangled noise escapes, as you spot your reflection in the wing mirror. She turned you into an Asian woman driver... a super busty one too.
Once more you feel the world spinning unnervingly. Even deep calming breaths don't help, the feeling, the sight of your massive cleavage rising and falling, a constant reminder of your new sex, your new body...
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