Fresh air might help

"Based on the above, we can conclude that the dispersion particles..." I groaned, slamming my textbook onto the bed. "Damn it... why is this so boring? Dispersion particles? Ugh, this is a complete nightmare." There was a time when I could spend hours diving into this kind of stuff, but now... I don't know. Why did I ever enjoy this so much?

I turned onto my side in frustration, feeling how my... new, large breasts shifted slightly with me. I sighed through gritted teeth, reminding myself once again that this was now my reality. Damn, their weight was a constant reminder that I wasn't who I used to be anymore.

"I'll have to get used to it," I thought, though, honestly, I hadn’t. Every movement, every step, even just lying on the couch felt completely different. And not in a good way.

Trying to refocus, I grabbed the textbook again, pulled my knees up to my chest, but that only made things more uncomfortable. "For crying out loud," I muttered, realizing my thighs now seemed... too big to curl up into a ball. Why was everything so hard?

"Consequently, we can conclude that the compound used for..." I continued reading, hoping that interest would return, but then my eyes caught on my nails. "Maybe I should get a manicure?" the thought flickered in my mind. I blinked a few times, trying to process what I had just thought. "Wait... what?!"

The textbook slipped from my hands, and I sat up abruptly, feeling my thighs once again stretch the shorts to their limit. "Shit." My head was spinning. What the hell is happening? Since when did my thoughts start revolving around something so... superficial? I never used to think about things like this. A manicure? That’s definitely not something I cared about when I was still... a guy.

I glanced at the mirror on the wall. The reflection wasn’t me, but a completely different girl: long hair, a round face with slightly plump lips, and... breasts. Yeah, they were hard to miss—it's impossible not to think about how you look with a body like this. It was always in front of my eyes, with every step. Every time I moved, my chest reminded me of its presence, bouncing in sync with every movement.

And that ass. I hadn’t even realized how I was automatically adjusting my shorts, which seemed to get tighter with each move. This new figure... with round hips and a butt that I couldn't have taken my eyes off before was now mine.

"Okay, calm down..." I closed my eyes, trying to collect my thoughts. But the more I tried to focus, the more I was distracted by how this body felt. It constantly reminded me of itself—my chest being squeezed by the tight top, my shorts rubbing uncomfortably against my thighs again. How was I even supposed to live like this?

As my thoughts raced between despair and confusion, I heard a knock on the door.

"Hey, how are you?" — the voice of Jenny, my sister, came through the door like it was just another normal day. She definitely knew about my... situation. She even helped me try to get used to it, but honestly, it was all so awkward. She’d been checking on me more often, looking at me with a kind of curiosity, clearly adjusting to my changes much faster than I was.

"Oh, you know... fine," I muttered, choosing my words carefully. The familiar voice was now higher, even a bit soft. I hated the way it sounded coming out of my mouth. Every time I opened it, it was like a fresh reminder—I wasn’t who I used to be.

The door creaked open, and Jenny stepped in with a light smile. "Hey, maybe we should go for a walk? Fresh air might help."

I tensed. A walk? Looking like this? I had no desire whatsoever to step outside, parading this body. Out there, full of people, they would all be staring at me, seeing me as... a woman! Especially with curves like these! No... But then again, I couldn’t hide in this room forever, afraid to show myself.

"I don’t know," I mumbled, rubbing my temples. "I still feel... weird."

Jenny sat on the edge of the bed, smiling slightly, but I could see she had something planned. My sister was always determined—if she set her mind on something, it was nearly impossible to stop her. She gently touched my hand, trying to be comforting, but it only made me tense up more. How could she be so calm about all this? About the fact that I was... like this?

"Come on," she said firmly before I could protest, suddenly yanking me by the hand. My chest lurched downward, painfully bouncing in the tight top, and my butt felt like it was weighed down by a heaviness I couldn’t control. The shorts stretched painfully across my thighs again, and the sensation threw me off balance.

"Shit..." I barely managed to gasp, trying not to fall over, but Jenny held onto my hand, her smile wide, almost triumphant.

"Let’s go, let’s go, haha, you can’t stay at home forever," Jenny couldn’t hold back her laughter, watching me awkwardly try to keep my balance. "I already made plans with Mike," she continued, beaming as if everything happening was just a normal day.

"Mike? What do you mean Mike?" I stopped abruptly, my eyes widening in shock. My head spun at the mention of his name. Mike had been my best friend. Hell, he was my best friend back when I was... a guy.

"Are you insane?" I blurted, trying to process the situation. "He’ll figure it out right away! It’s Mike, for God’s sake!"

Jenny just shrugged, acting like there was nothing unusual going on. "He won’t figure it out unless you tell him. I just said I wanted to introduce him to a friend of mine."

"A friend?!" I practically spat the word out like it burned my tongue. "You told him I’m your friend?!" This was a nightmare. Did she really think this was okay? "Jenny, are you out of your mind?" My hands instinctively went to my chest to adjust the top, which once again squeezed my breasts uncomfortably. Damn, I can’t even walk without thinking about how this all feels! And she’s already planning for me to meet Mike like this?

She just smirked, shrugging like this whole situation was some kind of fun joke that would end with a punchline over coffee. "Oh, come on, it’ll be fun. It’s better than sitting around here moping," Jenny smiled casually. I wished I had her carefree attitude—what the hell was she thinking? Although, to be honest, I wasn’t sure what to think anymore myself. Two weeks after this change, I had tried everything and still had no clue why it happened...