Two cars from different directions, dickheads didn’t have a chance. I ran to him, one cop checked pulse and breathing and stuff. He was alive, but h...s face was broken and bloody. He looked like shit and smelled of piss, but my heart grew sad, happy and large when I looked at him. An ambulance arrived and he was gone. Dickheads gone too. Just cops left, asking things. When they couldn’t think of more questions I moved on to the shelter. I did not think I would be able to sleep with so many. I did look totally different overnight. I knew I had big tits. I never realized I was a 34DD. I had worn minimizers to make my tits as small as possible since I grew them. Suddenly in a cute little bra designed to lift and enhance my tits even Jason was slightly stunned. He didn’t get sexual around me but there was a different dynamic to our relationship. Suddenly when I was rocking cleavage and wearing skirts he got super protective of me. We were both confused that girls were chasing. As the shorts cleared her knees she dropped them to the floor. Randall continued to stare as Bethany suddenly cried out and pulled her shorts back up, looking over at him sheepishly. ‘I…’ she started ‘I guess these are a little too big, I must be losing weight….’ she said, clearly very embarrassed and totally confused. Her shorts hadn’t fallen off, she had pulled them down in front of her brother. What was she doing? Her head hurt when she tried to think about it, and she quickly finished up. But you know what? I have great friends who have sacrificed a lot to help me; friends who pushed me to improve myself. Friends who stuck with me through everything. And you know what? I still failed you, Jennifer. I walked away from you. I should never have done that. It was stupid and thoughtless and cruel.”She smiled for the first time today, “Yes, it was. But you fixed it! And then I wrecked everything because I was so damn scared of life! Is there any way to fix it?”“I can’t answer that.