Scowling at the reflection in the mirror, she cursed whichever God had up-ended his life. Unsure how to explain it to Vanessa, or even himself. It was a vindictive God with a sense of humour. She had to appreciate, as all his ID had been replaced. His wallet, a plain leather affair was transformed into a pink purse.
She'd ripped it open to see what was inside. Hunting for clues, only to recoil, almost dropping the thing when her fingers encountered a tampon. It made her queasy to imagine using it... needing it...
But, she'd also spotted the bank card, and Driving Licence. Announcing her name as Jessica, she woke to find herself in a sequin dress that shouted 'Jessica Rabbit' at a deafening volume. She was also cursed to have the bust and butt to match. Leaving her only reality to ensure she didn't have a waist as petite and impossible as her name-sake.
Flipping the sunshield back up, the mirror image vanished. A deep, slow breath making her bust rise and fall magnificently. Now she had to face Vanessa, and convince her that she was a he... That she was her husband. Without anything more than her word.
She was already tired of this body, as her shoulders ached, and her back burned in sympathy. She was truly burdened with a gargantuan bust.
Closing the car door, she headed inside. Thankfully the keys still worked...
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