Christina woke to her alarm clock early in the morning. The time was six thirty, and the sun had yet to rise. Underneath the sheets of her bed, Christina reached out her arm to turn off the alarm. Then she pulled the blankets off her face and sat up yawning. Her short brown hair was clumped in knots and an overall mess. She reached over and turned on the lamp sitting on her nightstand. The sheets came completely off, and Christina stepped out of bed. Wearing loose cotton pajamas, she slid her feet into her slippers and slowly dragged herself into the bathroom.
The light came on, and she opened the medicine cabinet. She crabbed the toothpaste and her toothbrush and began to clean her stained yellow teeth. Then with a large brush, she worked vigorously to untie the knots in her hair. Unsuccessful as always, Christina proceeded into the shower. After she finished, Christina reentered her room where she slid her underwear up each leg and around her narrow hips. The cotton panties sagged over her small butt. She grabbed one of her bras from her dresser. She wore an A-cup to fit comfortably over her small breasts. A mirror rested on her desk. When Christina looked at herself in it, she became insecure, holding the muffin top hanging over her gut.
All the clothes in her closet were large and loose fitting. Christina grabbed a gray T-shirt off of its hanger and pulled it over her unkempt hair and petite bosom. A navy blue sweat jacket went over it, and a pair of light blue jeans went on as well. Christina sat down in a chair put on her dirty black sneakers then grabbed her backpack and went downstairs.
Christina’s mother was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Her father was already sitting at the table eating a stack of pancakes. Christina entered and dropped her backpack against the wall in the corner.
“Good morning Chris,” her mother said.
“Hi mom,” she replied.
“Morning Chris,” greeted her father.
“Hey dad.”
A bagel was waiting for Christina on the table already prepared with butter and cream cheese. Christina sat down opposite her father and began to eat. After only taking one bite however, she swallowed with disgust.
“This isn’t blueberry,” she complained.
Her mother turned and said, “I know. We’re out of blueberry, but I got this instead. It’s filled with vitamins or something to help with your growth.”
“What kind of growth,” Christina asked.
“It didn’t say,” her mother answered.
About the bagel, Christina remarked, “Well it doesn’t taste very good.” She reluctantly ate the rest and headed out the door.
The bus pulled up in front of Christina’s house, and she climbed aboard when the doors opened. She slowly walked to the back, passing other students along the way then sat down alongside her friend Beth with her backpack resting on the side of the seat. The bus began to move, and Christina’s stomach became unsettled. She grabbed her belly and grimaced with discomfort.
Beth worriedly asked, “Are you okay?”
“My stomach hurts,” Christina answered, “It’s probably that nasty bagel I had for breakfast.” She lifted her shirt to check her stomach. Her stomach was suddenly flat! The muffin top was gone, and her abdomen was smooth.
“That’s strange,” she said.
“What is?” asked Beth.
Christina looked up, “Oh never mind. It’s nothing.” They continued to the school without mentioning another word about her stomach.
They stepped off the bus in front of their high school. Across campus, students pulled into the student parking lot. Both Beth and Christina watched a sleek black Jaguar drive up and park in front of the building. A handsome young man stepped out and began to walk to their direction. Both girls became excited and jittery. He came closer and closer, and they grew more and more anxious.
He walked up and smiled. “Hi David,” Christina shyly said. David kept smiling, but he also kept walking. He passed them both without noticing either of one. Instead, he walked over to a group of other guys and entered the school with them.
Christina looked on with romantic eyes, “He’s so dreamy. I just wish he would notice me.”
Suddenly she was pushed aside from behind. A young girl named Jennifer came strutting by, saying with an air of self-importance, “Out of my way.” She continued to walk to the school with a clique of other girls with similar attitudes.
“Ugh, I hate her!” Beth said with disgust.
“I know,” said Christina, “Who does she think she is acting like that? What does she have that I don’t?”
“Boobs,” Beth answered without hesitation. Indeed, she was correct. Underneath her tight blue top, Jennifer’s ample breasts bounced up and down, garnering attention from all the male students in the area.
Resenting the beautifully blonde Jennifer, Christina and Beth slowly walked to the school’s front entrance. As they did, Christina’s clothes began to shrink. Her shirt and jeans tightened against her body while the jacket started to shorten. Christina looked on with amazement and disbelief. Her clothes now hugged closely to her skin, and she became embarrassed, as the tight clothes displayed what the loose ones hid: her tiny breasts and lack of any curves.
“What just happened Chris?” Beth asked her.
“I don’t know, they just shrank! Maybe my mom used a different detergent.” They entered the school together bewildered yet amazed.
The tardy bell rang for first period, and the two friends split ways. “I’ll see you at lunch,” said Beth.
“Yeah, later,” Christina replied, feeling uneasy about the morning.
In class, Christina sat near the front. She could not concentrate on the teacher’s lecture. Rather, she was too focused on her shrinking clothes and loss of belly fat. While examining her shirt, Christina noticed her fingernails begin to grow. She raised her hands up to her face and watched them mold into perfect manicures. Confused, Christina raised her newly pampered hand in the air.
“Yes Chris,” the teacher acknowledged.
“Can I go to the bathroom?” she asked.
The teacher replied, “You may.”
Christina quickly rose from her seat and rushed out of the classroom. She slammed open the door to the women’s restroom and leaned in front of the mirror.
“What’s happening to me,” she worried. As she spoke, Christina realized something different about her teeth. She smiled wide to see that her teeth were now white and pristine. At first she liked her new smile, looking upon it with joy, but then realized, “Something’s wrong.”
The bell rang again to signal the end of first period. Christina quietly left the bathroom and entered the hallway. She walked down the hall to her locker, trying to avoid any attention to herself. The troubled girl made it safely to her locker and anxiously opened it. She stumbled and fumbled objects as she transferred supplies from her bag to her locker. While in such a frantic state, Christina dropped several papers to the floor. She bent down from the waist to pick them up, her legs remaining straight. As she bent over, her butt expanded and forced the tight jeans to stretch. Boys whistled from behind her as they walked by.
Christina quickly rose back up and attempted to cover her butt with the fallen papers. But she noticed a great curve in her hips when she did. Suddenly she had a firm round ass. It felt good. Christina began to softly caress her new ass with her manicured fingers. She felt pleasure in doing so, but soon snapped out of it.
Her concern returned as she thought, “No, this isn’t right.” She grabbed her things and hastily moved to her next class. With each step, Christina unknowingly swayed her new hips from side to side in a sensual manner. The boys continued to turn around and stare at her as she strutted by.
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