The first thing Taylor felt was the enormous weight on his chest and pull on his, now her, back. She looked down and saw a massive set of twin creamy mounds encased in a pale pink bra underneath a low-cut well-fitted black shirt with a long line of enticing cleavage staring back at her.
"Holy shit!" She exclaimed. She placed the dictaphone on the nearby dresser catching a glance of her new torso before turning back to her boobs. She then carefully reached up with her dainty feminine hands to caress the humongous orbs of fat that were a part of her. She couldn't believe it. Her new boobs, while they were actually about the size of large cantaloupes, they felt much larger on her tiny 5ft frame with a weight that was unbearable. She already felt a dull ache in her lower back. Apparently, she must have been standing for while because even with her bra on she already felt the urge to lay down so she could have a brief respite from these hefty feminine burdens. Soft and squishy, her breasts felt incredible as she gave a few tentative squeezes. At least she had this much going for her. Also, she couldn't explain the size due to implants. There was no doubt, they were real.
But how? she thought. Her mind first went to her younger sister and mother. Sure they weren't flat but they were also nowhere near this size. Fairly average Taylor thought. As well as most other extended female family members she could think of. She just must be genetic quirk she concluded.
Her gaze now turned back to her dresser to fully take in her new body. From her smooth shiny black hair that tickled the exposed tops of her breasts, pretty blue eyes, to her small nose and freckles she resembled an older slightly different version of her 15 year old sister. Looking directly down at her lower half she saw dark blue jeans filled with a set of average feminine legs. She twisted her hips and turned her head around to get a view of her derriere. It wasn't bad and she was glad she didn't end up with an ass that would stick out too much (literally and figuratively) and overflow every slightly narrow seat she would sit in. Finally, turning to the mirror, she also couldn't help but notice her short stature as her torso was now closer to the bottom of the mirror than before, almost out of sight.
"Ugh!" she grunted. Another frustrating difference between her and the women of her family. Her mom was on the taller end at about 5'10 and her 15 year old sister wasn't too far behind at 5'5. Even her 13 year old brother David looked like he might be little taller than her. How could she have been jipped like this?! It was unlikely she was going to get taller given her age. Especially now that she's a girl since they stop growing sooner. Everything looked so much bigger and farther away at this new perspective. She felt so small.
She looked around and realized nothing about her room had changed. The dictaphone had apparently just changed her body and clothes and nothing else. She opened a drawer on her dresser and saw panties and bras with cups bigger than most bowls. She was glad to see it was nothing too girly. So the changes to the world were the bare minimum for her to live as a woman. She wondered how people, particularly her friends and family now saw her. How she would have to navigate the world with this foreign sexy body. She wanted to leave and experience this new perspective.
She took a step towards the door and felt her massive mammaries give a solid jiggle and painful tug on her already stressed lower back. It seemed her bra was there only to lift her boobies and squeeze them together instead of offering the expected function of a bra. Or maybe her tits were just so huge this was the best available? She hoped not. Her frustration rose again and she took another step towards the door and felt another jiggle.
She suddenly stopped as she remembered the dictaphone. She had been so possessed in taking in the changes to her body that she had forgotten she could fix any "inconveniences" about her new body. Her eyes drifted to the black shiny dictaphone on the dresser. The idea was attractive but a small part of her wanted to just experience the world "naturally" as a woman without having to "cheat".
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