I was getting quite fatigued from the physical stress of mytransformation so I decided I'd try and sleep the rest of my change off.It took a while to ...all asleep but I eventually did.The last thing I expected was to was up to find that my upper bodyseemed disproportionately heavy. The lights in the room made it quiteeasy to see what about me had changed.The most noticeable thing, or things really, were the large lookingbreasts on my chest, though my obsidian black skin was also quitestriking.. "I can't wear THAT!" I announced, boldly.Body-Mom chuckled and said, "Don't worry, Jessi, I'm sure it'll stretch when you put it on." She thought my only problem was that it looked small. (Brain-Mom had to go home to take care of some things. I agreed to let Body-Mom accompany me by herself. She was a nice, pleasant woman, and we talked a lot and got along nicely. She treated me well, except a lot of the time she treated me like a child. Then, when I would use words or sayings that a. He was a running back who happened to be very coordinated and was a guard in basketball. He was even a starting guard his junior year and did very well.He and I got along but we never actually hung out after school. not one time. We did not live very close to each other and although I got along with all the different cliques, I was too afraid to ever call him up to ask if he wanted to get together because I really didn't think he would want to and I certainly did not want that rejection from my. I had been working at a construction company about five years ago when my buddy Jason who was a carpenter like me had fallen from the roof he was working on. The company I was working for refused to even acknowledge him in any way.The bastards refused to take liability for the accident even though they did not have any proper safety equipment in place and if you asked about it you were gone. Even with my testimony and his, against everyone on the site we did not stand a chance.He recovered.