Chapter 1: Introduction
The rain outside my dorm window hammered like a symphony. Thunder boomed through the ceilings, casting a cool light across my room. The rest of the campus was probably out of their dorms in spite of the storm, continuing to party and socialize almost as a form of protest, but that simply wasn't me.
My name's Janey. I've got a whiteboard on my wall covered in mathematical equations, a bookshelf so tall it scraped the ceilings, and a GPA that never fails to impress. Sometimes I forget I'm human.
I'm mostly just a pair of eyes that scan text and a brain that solves puzzles. I didn't get out much. In fact, if it wasn't for the fact that my best friend, Bella, was coming over soon, I'm sure I would have already been in my pajamas.
Bella's hair was as golden as the sun, and her wide eyes never failed to sparkle. She was my rock and my comfort, always easy to be around. If it weren't for her, I'd be buried under my books with no escape. She likes to remind me every once in a while that I need to get out more and make some memories that don't consist of me reading a textbook, but, truth be told, I was content with my life. Mostly content, at least.
Suddendly, a series of rhythmic knocks on my door pulled me from my thoughts.
I marked my place in my book with a crinkled post-it before crossing my room, eager to see my best friend.
I quickly moved unlock and open my door, not wanting Bella to have to wait too long outside. Bella appeared in the doorway, looking as radiant and refreshed as ever. She quickly moved to shut the door behind her, sheltering us from the rainstorm raging on outside.
"Evening, stranger," she quipped, a sly smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "What's the word?"
I shut the door, feeling the sudden breeze.
"Not much, really," I replied, returning her smile. "Just studying, as usual." I gestured towards the wall of books surrounding me, trying to make light of it, even though I knew it wasn't healthy to be spending so much of my days buried in text.
"Ah yes," Bella said, her eyes sweeping over the bookshelves. "I couldn't have guessed." We both laughed.
We settled down on the battered sofa next to my bed, one of the only pieces of furniture I really had room for my in my small studio apartment style dorm room.
I had chosen a cozy one, with a single window overlooking some of the greenery of the campus. A small desk with a comfortable office chair made from recycled plastic was tucked away in a corner, with my laptop screen reflecting the small lamp I kept for late night study sessions.
"Do you wanna watch something?" I asked as I turned toward my friend. Movie nights were out usual go to when we hung out. "I don't have time for anything too long because I really should get to bed, but I could definitely watch something on the briefer end of the spectrum" I said, trying to get ahead of the issue in case Bella had a 3 hour epic in mind.
Bella quirked a brow at me, "Really? Janey, it's 7pm, I know you like to pack it in early but talking about going to bed now is early, even for you" She teased, but I knew her well enough to understand that she was genuinely is worried about me. I had been acting a bit distant lately and I couldn't blame her for being concerned.
"I just have a lot to do, ok? Nothing out of the ordinary," I responded, but I knew my friend could tell that something was up. She gave me a thoughtful look, as if trying to decide whether or not she wanted to press the issue. Finally, after a moment, she spoke. "Yeah, sorry, I don't believe that for a minute, Janey," she began, letting out a deep sigh, "look, I know something's wrong. All the studying, sitting here hold up in your dorm, that's normal for you, but going to bed even earlier than usual, and spending all day sleeping in on your days off on top of that? That isn't you. You've barely even been responding to my texts. Honestly, you seem depressed." I could see the concern in my friend's eyes as she spoke to me. I sighed, hating myself for making Bella worry about me. She'd always been a wonderful friend to me, and I couldn't bear to keep hurting her like this.
"I'm sorry, Bella," I said, tears welling up in my eyes. "I guess I've just been... a little upset lately."
Bella's expression softened. "Upset?" she asked, reaching over to take my hand "Upset about what? Talk to me, girl."
Bella's green eyes bore into mine with a sincere intensity that made me feel safe. I knew she'd listen, and that she wouldn't judge me for feeling the way I did. It was the reason why she was my best friend.
"Well," I began, hesitating slightly, "It's about Michael." I knew that Bella was aware of who Michael was, I'd been close friends with him for years now, and lord knew I'd talked to her about him plenty of times already, but I had never told her how I really felt about him. Bella sat up. "Michael? What happened with Michael? Oh my god, did he do something to you? Are you okay?" She said, the concern rising in her as she spoke.
I responded quickly. "No no no it's not like that, I swear!" I hastened to clarify, trying to shake the somber cloud that had settled over Bella's features.
"I feel like an idiot talking to you like this," I confided, a hint of mortification in my tone. "But, Michael didn't do anything to me. He didn't hurt me or anything like that. He just... I just... I have a crush on him" I continued, almost whispering the last part. Bella raised her eyebrows at me.
"You have a crush on Michael?" she asked.
I nodded, biting my bottom lip nervously. "Yeah," I admitted, my eyes flickering nervously to the ground. "For years, actually. Ever since we took that seminar course together." Bella shook the surprise from her face as she took in my words. "I mean, I guess that makes sense, you talk about him all the time. I just, I never thought you had a crush on ANYONE, girl" she responded. I gave her sigh. "Normally I don't! I've never felt this way about a guy before. More often than not it's a struggle for me, you know? Interacting with others, making conversation. Most guys usually struggle so much to keep up with me intellectually that it's hard to even give them the time of day. But Michael... he's different.
He's smart, witty, and can match me conversation for conversation. It's like he's my intellectual equal, and that's something I've never found before. I've been studying with him for a while now, but everything has always stayed strictly platonic. I've never wanted to ruin what we have, but I just want more."
Bella let out a sigh. "Wow, I mean, I guess when you put it that way, I can understand why you would like him. What's the problem though? You two have so much in common, even outside of academics. You're always talking about some new show or book that the two of you are reading. Just from that alone I feel like you guys should have no issue hitting it off." I nodded in agreement, but couldn't hide the frustration that I felt. "I know we should, but every time I talk to him about anything even remotely romantic, I end up clamming up or feeling like an idiot. Sometimes I even feel like he's actively trying to avoid me!"
Bella frowned at me, clearly upset that I would think such a thing. "I doubt he's avoiding you on purpose, Janey. I mean, he's not exactly the type to lead someone on or play games. Hell, he's just like you, he barely knows how to interact with most people anyway." I tried to find solace in my friend's words, but I was still feeling down regardless.
"Maybe so, but still, it's like we get along perfectly whenever we talk about school or anime, but anytime I even START to bring up hanging out in a non academic setting, or getting coffee or something, it's like I'm talking to a wall. It's like, it's like he views me like a sister" I vented, the frustration in my voice evident now more than ever.
I could feel the warmth and concern in Bella's touch as she squeezed my hand.
"I'm sure that's not it, Janey. I've seen you both together, you and Michael. The chemistry between you two can't be denied. I know he must feel something for you, deep down. So, what are you planning on doing about it?" Bella questioned, I sighed as I lowered my gaze again, biting my nail nervously with frustration.
"I don't really know.
I guess I'd just hoped that, maybe, things would naturally progress between us. Michael and I have been friends for a long time. I thought maybe, one day, he'd ask me out. But that hasn't happened, and I don't want to wait around forever. So, here I am. Frustrated, disappointed, and feeling a bit stuck." I looked into Bella's eyes and could see the sympathy there.
"That's understandable," Bella said, gently. "It sounds like you've been putting a lot of pressure on yourself.
I get it, you want to be with Michael and you're tired of waiting, but you need to give it time. Relationships can't be rushed. Maybe Michael is just oblivious," Bella replied. She leaned over and gave me a tight hug. "Either way, Janey, I know how strong you are, so I know that you're gonna get through this, and I'll be here every step of the way. Now, do you want to watch a movie, or do you just need a little time to yourself?" She asked, her voice full of warmth and concern.
As I'd succumbed to Bella's embrace, I'd closed my eyes and allowed myself to really feel the love and support she sent my way. Brushing aside my worries and doubts momentarily, I simply let myself be comforted by my best friend, grateful for her presence in my life.
After a moment, Bella let me go, and I sat back up. "I, I guess I just need a little time to myself. Thank you SO much for being here for me, Bella. It means the world to me."
"Of course," she smiled softly, giving my hand another comforting squeeze. She stood up and made her way to the door before turning back to me. "Now listen up," Bella said, pointing a finger in my direction, "you BETTER let me know if you need ANYTHING Miss Mills, you understand? If you need to cry or vent or hangout or just want a distraction don't hesitate to text or call. No more dealing with this stuff on your own." With a reassuring smile, Bella shut the dorm room door, leaving me in the dim glow of my room.
I sat for a moment, lost in thought. Deciding to get ready for bed, I gave the nightsky one last wistful look out the window, wishing I could be Michael's ideal woman, before slipping into my pajamas and drifting off to sleep.
******
The first thing I noticed when I woke up, before I even opened my eyes, was the weight on my chest.
It was a soft, comforting pressure that pressed against me, and every time I shifted, it seemed to move with me, refusing to leave me alone.
I normally moved around a lot in my sleep. I was a stomach sleeper, a back sleeper, a side sleeper, really, whatever my mood called for. My slender frame had always made it easy for me to sleep in any position without issue. This morning though, something was different as I kept my eyes shut and attempting to go back to sleep. Anytime I tried to sleep on my chest, or hell, even my sides, it was incredibly uncomfortable.
In fact, the only position where I didn't feel any discomfort was when I laid straight on my back. Intrigued, I slowly opened my eyes and squinted down at myself. This wasn't right.
This was definitely not right. First off, my normally off white covers were bright pink. And, secondly, the weight on my chest was starting to make a lot more sense. I could see the shape of two huge orbs under the covers.
Confused, I reached a hand forward and pushed the covers off of my body. As I revealed the rest of my new form, I couldn't help but gasp. These, these weren't soccer balls that had inexplicably been glued to me in my sleep. These were my BREASTS.
Big, round, and swollen. They were a pair of ample, heaving mountains that had seemingly sprung from nowhere overnight. My brain struggled to make sense of it all, as I nervously touched one with a quivering hand, I was struck by how firm it felt. In fact, it wasn't just firm, it was UNNATURALLY firm. These... these breasts were fake.
Absolutely, positively fake. My small, flawless chest, the one that had never needed a bra, had somehow, magically acquired a considerable amount of silicone. I wasn't sure how, but I couldn't deny their existence. In all my shock I also hadn't registered that my baggy pajamas had been transformed into a pink nightie, nor had I noticed that, out of the corner of my eye, I could see a bit of blonde peeking into my field of vision where I knew brown should be.
Struggling to process the changes draped over my body, I stumbled out of bed, practically tripping over my own feet into the bathroom.
As I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection stared back at me, no longer recognizable as my own.
My mouth hung open in shock at the sight.
My once familiar face was marred by heavy layers of makeup, my clear blue eyes nearly obscured by thick black liner and bright pink eyeshadow. My wavy brown hair, replaced by bright blonde curls, spilled over my shoulders and down my back in flawless waves that seemed to defy gravity. My heart was racing as the now very long, very pink,, and very acrylic nails on my fingers traced the outline of my new lips, plumped and fuller than ever before as I took in how much had changed.
I looked like a stereotype of a dumb blonde.
A bimbo. My face was painted, my body was surgically enhanced, and everything about me just screamed "fake". I could barely comprehend what had happened. Was this some kind of sick joke?
As I stared at myself in disbelief, I turned to examine the lower half of my body.
My fit, toned legs had expanded into shapely ones with muscles that I distinctly did not remember having. And, more importantly, my once flat ass had miraculously materialized into a juicy peach that was borderline obscene. As I lowered the thong I'd woken up in it also became apparent that I was completely smooth down there. Not only that, my vagina looked different too. My clit was larger, and my lips were much puffier and swollen than they'd ever been before. The thought almost involuntarily entered my mind: that's a pornstar pussy. Allowing one hand to slowly drift until it made contact, I yelped as soon as I touched myself. I was MUCH MUCH more sensitive now.
It felt like someone had turned up the sensitivity dial on my genitals to an eleven. Every touch sent my nerves into overdrive, and I found myself squeezing my thighs together as I tried to handle this new sense of arousal that seemed impossible to quell. "Fuck" I practically moaned. Immediately, my hand shot to my mouth. Why did my voice sound like that?
The one I used to argue with men who couldn't keep up intellectually, the one that snubbed the advances of predatory acquaintances. The one that offered dispassionate critique of sleazy pickup lines, now sounded as if it belonged to a complete airhead. My voice was high pitched and breathy, with a thick valley girl accent.
"Oh my gawd, I can't believe this!" I exclaimed, trying to take it all in. "Like, what the hell happened to me?" I murmured, feeling a wave of shock and confusion wash over me.
I decided to take a deep breath and sit down on the toilet seat, trying to steady my racing thoughts. I ran my fingers through my newly long blonde hair, admiring how soft and silky it felt. I couldn't help but notice how much more feminine and delicate my hands looked now, with those long acrylic nails and slender fingers.
I moved my hand down to my new cleavage, feeling the heavy weight of my breasts. If the feeling of them wasn't enough to confirm the silicone already, I noticed two faded scars going down the length of my breasts from my nipples. I had definitely gotten a boob job.
No one would ever doubt that now. Reaching up to touch them, I had to stifle a moan as my fingers brushed my nipples.
They were incredibly sensitive, too. Just as I had found with my clitoris earlier, my nipples seemed to have gained a newfound sensitivity, as well, and I couldn't help but squirm in my seat, the sensation growing more intense as I continued to tweak at my nipples. Shaking my head, I sighed. "Fuck, I need to like, stop playing with my titties or I'm gonna get like, super fucking horny" I said, my new airhead accent thickening. Growing increasingly concerned, I exited the bathroom to grab my phone where I'd always left it charging, by the outlet right outside the bathroom door. Fortunately, it was still there, but it seemed my phone, too, had changed. It looked like a MUCH more expensive model than the one I remembered using, and it was in a bright pink bedazzled case.
Just my type, I guess. The background of my lock screen had changed too. Gone was the stern picture of Albert Einstein that I usually had, replaced instead with a sultry picture of myself, posing in lingerie.
Freaking out even more, I unlocked my phone and scrolled through my contact list. Of course, it was IMMEDIATELY apparent that I had SIGNIFICANTLY more contacts in my phone now, but I didn't have the time to worry about or process that. Remembering what she had told me last night, I found Bella's number, now saved under the name "Bells 😘." Trying to stay calm, I gave her a call.
It rang a couple times before she picked up.
"Hey, Bells !," I said in my new breathy voice, trying to keep the tremor out of it.
"Hey bitchhhh, I wasn't sure if you were gonna be up this early after how fucked up we got last night" she said with a giggle.
After last night? I wondered to myself. I couldn’t remember anything about last night, let alone a wild night out with Bella.
"Uh, yeah I guess? I mean, I just woke up," I replied, quickly moving on. "Look, something... something really weird has happened to me" I continued, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.
"What do you mean?" she asked, her tone serious now.
"Well I woke up and I have these like huge fake titties and my lips are all puffy, and my pussy looks like super sexy, and my ass is like soooo big, and like I'm like blonde and stuff now too!" I said, hating how there was seemingly a filter of my mouth that forced me to speak in such a vulgar, idiotic way.
Immediately I heard Bella giggling again, louder than ever. " Oh my god, Jay, you're such a riot!" she exclaimed. Jay? I thought to myself. Bella never called me that.
"I'm not joking, Bella! I'm like so serious!" I cried. I heard Bella chuckle again over the line. "Jay, idk if you're still hungover from last night, but you literally just described the way that you've looked ever since I met you. Although, I guess you didn't have the titties until a few years ago" Bella replied, her laughter subsiding, but not entirely disappearing. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Bella was saying that I always looked like this? Slowly, the gears began to turn in my head. My clothes, the phone, my pink sheets, and Bella's words. It wasn't just my bimbo that had changed. All of reality had changed around me, and it was started to seem like I was the only one who remembered the way that things were.
Deciding to test my theory, I played off my earlier concern and decided to ask my friend a question. "Oh ya, I guess I'm still just liiiike kinda fucked up for something. I have a question tho Bells. Since you've like known me for like so fucking long I'm just like curious how would you describe me? Like if you were like telling someone about me, what would you say?" I asked in my new airhead voice. Bella giggled again. "Oh that's like, easy Jay, you're like, the most gorgeous bimbo I've ever met. I mean your blonde hair is so long and silky, and your big blue eyes are like perfect."
I could hear a hint of nostalgia in her voice now. "And, your body, girl, your body is to die for. Your tits are so perky and bouncy, and they're always on display.
I swear the world stops when you walk in with your ass sashaying in those tight jeans of yours, and your huge tits just bouncing all the time. Honestly, it's a wonder you even have to talk to get guys hard. That's not all though, you're like sooooo fun!!!! Like, you might not be the sharpest too in the shed girl, but you sure as hell know how to have a good time! Bells chuckled over the phone, seeming to revel in how she described me. "Do I really like dress super skanky all the time? That doesn't seem like something I would do" I asked, trying to gauge just how much of my personality had been reinvented. Bella laughed again, louder than ever. "Oh my god Jay, you're killing me! Yeah, of course you dress like that, but who cares if it's skanky? You look hot, and you would NEVER leave your tits covered if you could help it.
Like, even during daytime football games, dude, you're always dressed for attention," Bella proclaimed. "How so?" I asked. Bella just chuckled again. "Girly, you literally showed up to the last game in nothing but your bikini and a pair of fuzzy pink Booty Shorts. Everyone at the game was staring at you, and it was SERIOUSLY hard to focus the whole time because you kept adjusting your tits and looking at yourself in the stadium mirrors. I think I even saw you snap a selfie or two!" Bella went on, her voice raised in the excitement of the memory. Did I really do ALL of that? "Speaking of your titties girl, you looked so hot in that picture you posted to your snap story last night, I swear I replayed it, like, six times." Bella said with admiration in her voice. Staying in the call, I opened snapchat to see what Bella was talking about.
Sure enough, there I was in a thong and a tight crop top, taking a selfie in the mirror of what looked like a swanky hotel room. My blonde hair curled flawlessly down to my waist, and I could see my new huge tits, perky and ready to burst out of the thin fabric of the top I was barely wearing.
I was clearly drunk, my eyes glazed over, and I had a seductive look on my face. The caption was the worst part of it though. It read , "Umm so who wants to come over here and help a girl finish her drink?" The audacity of my question was not lost on me as I scrolled back through my Snap stories, feeling a rush of embarrassment and shame wash over me. I had somehow wound up at this hotel thanks to the previous night's activities with Bella, and here I was, practically yelling out for whoever might be watching to join me for a hookup.
The disgusting part was, there were people watching.