Charlotte just couldn't tear her eyes from the mirror as her breasts rose and fell. As the initial shock wore off she was beginning to appreciate their beauty. She had been complemented many times on her old pair but they were nowhere near as perfect in their firmness and symmetry and let's accept it, size, as those she now wore, whilst her nipples were just outclassed by the jutting monsters she saw in front of her. She had no idea of how these changes had happened and she had no idea of who could help her understand but she was beginning to admit to herself that they were not unwelcome.
In the meantime she had lectures to attend. She picked up her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head and stopped halfway. It was far too small. There was no way that she could stretch it over her boobs! In a panic she turned to her wardrobe. Nothing could now fit her! Her sweaters and T shirts got stuck halfway whilst there was no way that she could button up her shirts. She tried tying the ends of a shirt together together, but her boobs just popped out. The only thing that just about fit was her wrap round dressing gown but she could hardly go to college in that flimsy nylon robe.
In desperation she picked up her phone. "Rosemary, you've got to help me, I've grown, I'm enormous. I haven't got a thing to wear. You've got to come round and help me. I can't get out of my room."
"Not got a thing to wear? With your wardrobe? You could shop for England. What on earth are you talking about?"
In the end though she recognised the hysteria in her friend's voice and agreed to come round. Her dorm was only a few minutes away so she shouldn't be long so Charlotte spent the time holding her boobs up to her reflection in the mirror trying and largely succeeding in coming to terms with her new assets.
There was a knock on the door and she let her friend in.
"My God, Charlie, what on earth have you done to yourself?"
"That's the whole point, I've done nothing. I woke up this way. I've got blonde hair and huge tits. How could this have happened? These tits are real, there's no surgery scars, no silicone. They bounce! They're real! Feel them!" She caught her friend's hands and thrust them on her breasts.
Rosemary started to take her hands away but then started to stroke them in amazement. "My God you're right, but that's impossible!"
"Yeah, and so is a bald pussy and going blonde overnight. Look at me. It's happened, but what's happened?
"We'll have to find someone to help. There must be an explanation."