"HOLLY COW!" you exclaim as one hand fly to cover your mouth, while the other grabs your throat. Your voice, just like the rest of you body, is completely different. Your eyes dart to the mirror where your new reflection mimics your every move, as if mocking your new reality. The first thing you notice is that your skin is very, very dark. As you twist and turn you notice that this new body of yours probably doesn't have a caucasian leaf in its entire family tree; you have every ethnic feature possible.
Your hands cup each of your new breast and feel their heft, each one probably a DD cum, probably more, you never learned to measure that well before. Your butt now extends several inches from your body, jiggling even though it is encased by the dress. Your friends in school would say you have a "ghetto booty." Your waist is small, but not overly so and your belly has a slight roundness to it. Your hips are very wide and your thighs are thick, something the instantly makes you think of the term "child-bearing hips," each leg extends to small delicate feet. Your arms seem to have a small layer of fat, but not enough to make them anything but feminine, as are you hands, each topped-off with red nails over an inch long. As you look closely you realize that you are very short, your heels are about 7 inches tall you look to be 5'8" at best, so without them you must be barely above 5 feet tall.
Finally you look at the face in the mirror; thick lips adorn it, a wide, somewhat squat nose has replaced your own and large, scared brown eyes look back at you. You notice that your face is made up in a way you would have previously classified as tawdry, tacky or perhaps even slutty, but decide you like how it looks, even as surprise and fear course through your mind.
As the initial shock dies down, you look around the cubicle for the clothes you had on before. 'Maybe if I put what I had on before I can go back,' you think, but all you see are the clothes your sister had given you and an outfit you don't recognize. ' How stupid! we switched clothes! She must be wearing what I had on. What do I do now?'
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