All this, of course, took far less time to happen than it did to tell of it. So my mind was still reeling with shock from my loss of what was, at least to me. a very important part of my body, and when I accidentally brushed hard against one of my full breasts with my arm it barely registered. But register it had.
Forcing myself to remain calm and fighting the desire to throw up and empty my bowels simultaneously, I pushed my long hair around to my back. No longer fighting the hair that kept falling into my face, I jerked the front of my pajama top up around my neck. Terrified of what I knew I would see, I looked down. I sucked in my breath sharply when my eyes confirmed what I had felt with the back of my wrist. Perched proudly upon my chest were two of the prettiest female breasts I'd ever seen.
Somehow in the middle of the night, I had been turned into a woman! A physically impossible event that nonetheless had somehow transpired.
Needless to say, I was scared shitless.