This choice: Everyone acts like you always had an ass slightly bigger than Rhode Island • Go Back...Chapter #5Always had a huge caboose. by: bigshot   The struggle was real getting to school, with your new junk in the trunk affecting everything and everyone it can. Before even getting the spandex on, you had accidently knocked a few ornaments and knick-knacks off your desk, and in your attempt pick them up, your huge behind knocked over stuff over, like your bedroom lampshade and your chair.
This resulted in several moments of you desperately trying to pick up stuff whilst bending over and accidently knocking more stuff over with your butt being the culprit. This resulted in your mother to laugh softly at your struggle and made you realise that until you break the curse, you'll have to deal with this EVERY single day, knocking stuff over with your butt. You cringe at this thought.
This ass is a living calamity and it was yours to have. You could probably kill someone just by sitting on them.
The second problem was getting the spandex on. Now you got a woman's butt, and a huge one to boot, men's boxers were out of the question. Most of them got completely ripped not even a quarter way around your rear and the ones that did get over only resulted in the most uncomfortable of wedgies. You tried to fix them but not matter how you walked to test it after you fixed them, the wedgies came back. Your mom gave you a second option to not deal with the wedgies all day, but it was one you wish wasn't an option.
She produced a pair of Isabella's underwear, a pair of black panties with an obvious huge backside. Apparently, Isabella dropped a few pairs last night whilst out cold, since her huge ass has shrunken completely having being replaced by your ass, she thought she'll drop off a few for you to have. Having to wear a woman's underwear straight from the start felt wrong and made you feel like a pervert but upon hearing these panties hadn't been worn yet, you relented. Isabella had recently brought these panties and hadn't had a chance to wear them yet. Besides, the option of having wedgies all fay did not appeal to you at all, so having to wear woman's underwear was the best option, because going commando wasn't gonna happen.
Once you tried on the panties, you felt relief of not having to deal with the wedgies, and the fact the black panties felt very comfortable around the rear. The ass was pleased for now. The only problem was the fact it felt tight around the ol' manhood but your mother told you not to worry about it when you raised your concerns, saying it won't be a problem once you've done transforming in Isabella. The fact that your manhood is going to be replaced by Isabella's WOmanhood scared you.
Finally, getting the spandex on was tough. The legs and most of the thighs were the easy part, but the caboose and the top part of your thighs were a struggle. The top half had transformed to accommodate the bottom's huge size so the transition from Isabella's thighs to your thighs. The same was said for the hips, partly the bottom of the hips before the butt. This was done to help you not fall over backwards due to the huge weight in the back of your pants.
Once the spandex was on, your mother was insistent of driving you to school, wanting to see you walk in with the biggest rear out in public. You only got a chance to look in the mirror to see that the spandex hugged your new ass very tightly, to the point you can see your skin through the spandex and your new underwear. You frown nervously as you're dragged off to school, full knowing everyone can see your underwear and you're wearing woman's underwear. And, oh yeah, one of the biggest asses know to mankind.
Suprisingly, when your mom kicked you out of the car for the whole world to see your new ass, no one blinked an eye. You nervously look round to check if anyone was staring at you or talking about you and your rear.
But it seemed that nobody cared or even raised an eyebrow.
Your mother did say that the curse affects those who aren't aware of it to make the changes go smoother as reality changes.
The curse stops anyone who doesn't know about the curse from questioning the changes once it makes the first change on the victim.
So, your classmates will either think you've always had a big derrière all this time from the start or that you're Isabella currently. Most likely the former for now but certainaly the latter at some point according to your mother, which you shudder upon think.
So you make your way to your first class of the day, with your large caboose following in your stead, absolutely gyrating and swinging and jiggling with every step you take. Now you're glad you choose to wear Isabella's panties, regular boxers would get shredded within mintutes at the rate you're going. The butt takes no prisoners, apart from your dignity.
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