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I didn’t need anything more than a functioning brain (most people don’t have one of those so soon after waking up, so it did take a moment or two) to realize that my breasts had grown overnight. Well, to say that they just “grew” would be an understatement; a more accurate statement would be that within the span of eight hours of sleep, my breasts, almost the size of tangerines when I last checked, managed to grow to a size that would force a pair of footballs to make a run for their money.
I looked in my bedroom mirror. There wasn’t a person there. Just a monster. When I looked at it in disgust, the monster looked straight back at me, just as disgusted as I was.