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On the Pages in Between The Sparrow I glanced over my shoulder as I rounded the corner of the hall, and made careful note of the bouncing flashlight beams further down the dark corridor behind me. "Shit! They're getting closer!" I thought as I tried to run faster. I badly needed a place to hide, and I knew where I could find it, but I had to get there. As I continued to run, I chanced another glance back and saw the first of my pursuers round the corner scarcely two hundred feet behind me. I looked forward again just in time to turn the handle-knob and use my momentum to slam open the heavy door at the end of the hall. The vast room inside was lit only by the faint red glow of "EXIT" signs and the tiny lights which marked the aisles between the massive bookshelves. I continued running down the central aisle as the door closed behind me on its pneumatic hinge. Aside from my pounding footsteps, I heard only the faint whistling of the bookshelves as I ran by several aisles. I finally stopped and darted to the right as I heard the door slam open behind me. I went about halfway down the twenty foot section of aisle, and looked at the shelves. Each shelf was filled to capacity with non descript leather- bound books. I knew they had slightly different colors, but that fact was indiscernible in the low lighting. I closed my eyes and quickly swiped my thumb up and down the spine of a random Book and... Nothing happened. I opened my eyes and glanced back towards the central aisle. The flashlight beams were getting closer; I could hear several sets of feet getting closer. In absolute panic, I swiped my thumb up and down several other spines. It wasn't working; I was still here. The footsteps were getting louder and the light from the flashlights was getting brighter. It was too late to start running again. The light grew brighter still as they were nearly upon me. I cowered against the shelf. The light rounded the corner and shone in my eyes, blinding me. I opened my eyes and sat up with a start. It was daytime. I was in a bed. I was in a bedroom. I was safe. I closed my eyes, breathed deeply, and fell back into the pillows behind me. "Damn, I hate Reading into REM sleep," I said aloud to myself, "okay, time to take stock, Jeffries. Who are you now?" I opened my eyes again. I first tried to take in my surroundings. I was in a bed, covered by a large, white duvet with my head cradled in large, soft pillows. I glanced around the room and tried to take in some important clues as to my identity. I saw a desk with an open laptop and a backpack hanging off the chair. The wall above the desk had a large mirror which was bordered with a collage of photographs. I was probably young; maybe college-aged. Something, however, seemed wrong about the desk. That something was tickling the back of my mind, trying to reach my cognizance. I looked again, at the mirror, the laptop, the backpack. The backpack. The backpack was lavender. The pictures on the mirror contained only girls. With a sudden horrifying realization, I sat up again and threw the duvet off of me. My suspicion was correct: I had breasts. I had never Read into a woman before. Sure, we were all told in training that it could happen, but after forty-one Books, it had never happened to me. But this time it had finally happened. I was sporting a pair of breasts. I was sporting a pair of very nice breasts, to be specific. They were pert and didn't seem to sag at all. I reached up to cradle them and noticed that they were just about as much as my hands could hold, and very firm. I was definitely young, maybe even a teenager. The nipples, my nipples, were not overly large, but they were not tiny either. Unable to help myself, I gently squeezed them, feeling a foreign, but pleasurable sensation blossom from my chest and reach my brain. I could feel my nipples harden beneath my palms, so I released my right breast and gave the nipple a firm pinch. A sharp stab of slight pain blended with seemingly immeasurable pleasure wracked my body. I continued to pinch my right nipple, occasionally rolling it between thumb and forefinger, while my left hand, almost of its own accord, released its breast and began sliding down the smooth skin of my stomach. As it reached the bottom of my torso, I felt the waistband of the underwear I was evidently wearing. My left hand began to dig beneath the elastic band and... "Heather, honey? Are you up? Breakfast is almost ready," a woman's voice accompanied by a light knocking sounded at the bedroom door. I breathed heavily, startled back into reality. My training kicked in as best it could and gave me three important pieces of information. First, I was a young woman. Second, my name was Heather. Third, I lived with an older woman who was making me breakfast. I quickly drew the obvious conclusion. "Ok, mom. I'll be out in a minute," I said. I could feel my new heartbeat, hear it resounding in my ears. There's always a moment just after I make a guess about my Character where time stands still. It's the moment wherein I find out if my conclusion was right and everything is fine, or it's wrong and everything gets hairy. That moment was right then, as I was awaiting the woman's response. "Ok, sweetie," came the voice. It was immediately followed by the sound of footsteps on hardwood receding from the door and the creak of a staircase. I let out a sigh and pulled the duvet completely aside. I was greeted by the sight of my new legs. They were lightly tanned, smooth, and ended in red-painted toenails. The thighs, my thighs, were more plump than the rest; soft and fleshy, but a quick squeeze belied the underlying musculature, which seemed firm and strong. I was wearing a pair of simple white panties with a daisy on the front, concealing the womanhood I knew to be there. If I could just lift the elastic... I snapped my hand back from the panties. "Dammit, Jeffries, focus," I said to myself. I had to get moving. I had to be Heather and I had to be her now, or they would track me down. I let my training take over again as I got out of the bed. I relaxed the conscious part of my mind and made quick decisions. I went over to the mirror to take stock, and noticed that I was definitely a lot shorter than my real self. I let this thought subside; disallowing it from bothering me. It's not altogether common to Read into a Character who happens to be near a mirror. When it does happen, it's a sign of good luck. I can tell a lot about a person based on their appearance. It made no difference if that person happened to be my Character at the time. I only lingered in front of the mirror for a few seconds, but it was enough time to gain some basic information. I was a teenager, hazel- eyed, with shoulder-length brown hair which was messy from a night's sleep. My skin was lightly tanned, perhaps a natural pigmentation given the lack of obvious tan lines, though my Character may simply go to a tanning parlor. I was definitely young, as my breasts showed no sign of sag and my skin was absolutely smooth. I was also fit, but not extremely athletic, with a small, but soft stomach and well-padded thighs and upper arms. My hips flared out a bit from my waist, but not overly so, and my panties' elastic band helped to accent it. As I turned sideways for a final, brief inspection, I noticed that my butt was round and shapely, though didn't protrude too far. All-in-all, I was a pretty girl; definitely attractive for my age, but not overly sexy. After my short self-assessment, I looked around and found a closet. It was Friday, in mid-April, so my Character almost definitely had school. A quick glance at the pictures around the mirror helped me to know what my Character likes to wear. Some of the pictures appeared to be relatively recent and were taken in a school, so they provided the best clues. There was my Character, generally with other girls, though always with one particular girl (best friend?), wearing jeans and a t- shirt, or a skirt and a tank top. Armed with this knowledge, and knowing that people tend to put their most common outfits in the front of their drawers, I went to the closet, which was already open. Inside, there were dresser drawers which were built into the wall. Adjacent, the clothes rail held an assortment of articles. The first, which I took down, was a plain pink skirt with pleats which looked about thigh-length. In the top drawer, I found a bra and matching panties, both a pastel blue. In the second drawer, there was a stack of folded tank tops in a muscle-shirt design. I grabbed a brown one, thinking about the colors of outfits my last girlfriend wore, and took all of the articles to the bed. I quickly threw down the clothes and stripped off the daisy panties and tossed them into a nearby hamper. I noticed that my Character's pubic hair was a dark brown and neatly trimmed, though not shaved. Its exposure to air itched, and I scratched it idly as I grabbed the fresh panties from the bed. After slipping them on and settling them into place, I grabbed the skirt and donned it as well. It buttoned at the top, and rested on my hips perfectly. As I suspected, it came down to just below mid-thigh. I then grabbed the bra and, remembering my last girlfriend, wrapped its two ends around my stomach, just below my breasts, and secured the fasteners behind my back. I brought my arms through the shoulder straps and brought the cups up under my breasts. Having seen my girlfriend do it hundreds of times, and understanding that breasts are more comfortable with support, I was able to get the cups into a comfortable position, which brought my breasts up and in a bit and produced a generous cleavage. Finally, I put on the tank top, giving the bottom a tug to ensure the fabric settled correctly, and went back to the desk and the mirror. The outfit looked good; real good. If I had any prayers of Reading into a Character who would easily blend into the crowd, they were quashed. I was too good-looking to go unnoticed. I grabbed a brush off the desk and brushed out my hair. After a few quick strokes, it laid well enough for school. I grabbed the backpack, checked the desk for any other things that I should obviously take with me, and headed for the door, where there was a pair of flip-flops into which I slipped my feet. Just as I was about to open the door, I noticed a small purse and a charging cell phone on the nightstand. I put the phone into the purse, quickly checked the other contents, and took it with me as I opened the door. Houses are not complicated structures, especially if they've been built within the last century. Outside the bedroom door was a carpeted hallway which ran parallel to a descending set of stairs. Barring any strange anomalies in the architectural design of the house, it was a safe bet that the kitchen, and therefore the aforementioned breakfast, was downstairs. As I rounded the banister and began the descent, my nose confirmed my intuition as smells of cooked bacon and brewed coffee assailed it. I kept my mind as clear as possible as I stepped to the bottom floor, turned to the left, and found myself in a dining room populated by a middle-aged woman and a young boy. They were seated around a table and took part in the breakfast laid out in front of them. As the woman took a sip from her mug, she looked up and noticed me standing in the doorway. "There you are," she said, "I was afraid you might not have time to eat before Katie gets here. Hurry up and grab a bite." The woman's voice confirmed it as the same person who knocked on the bedroom door earlier. She pushed a plate loaded with scrambled eggs and bacon towards an empty seat. I sat down as she poured orange juice from a plastic lidded pitcher. "Thanks, mom," I said, taking a sip. The woman smiled sweetly and began reading a tablet computer which was beside her plate. As she glanced down, I thought I noticed a glint of a tear welling up in one of her eyes. I glanced at the boy seated across from me who was staring at me with a confused look. It was a look I'd seen many times before, and it meant that I had done something wrong; something out-of-Character. I didn't know what I had done wrong, but I could feel embarrassment growling in the pit of my stomach. I looked down at my plate and began eating quickly, hoping that my uncertainty didn't show on my face. It wasn't too long before a doorbell rang out. "That's probably Katie," the woman said. "You finish up Heather. I'll let her in." The woman stood and walked past me to the foyer. I scooped up the last bit of egg and ate it as she opened the door. I got up, grabbed the backpack, and turned toward the foyer as I heard the woman say, "Good morning, Katie. How are you?" "I'm great Mrs. Williams," a younger voice replied. "Is Heather ready?" "I'm ready," I hurriedly said as I went to the door, "let's go. Bye mom." The relationship was obvious as I rounded the doorframe. Katie was the girl that shared most of my Character's pictures. We were, apparently, best friends. It was a Friday in the heart of the school year, so she must be here to accompany me to school. She was a bit taller than my Character with dirty blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. She wore a yellow halter-top shirt and dark brown Capri pants. She was very attractive with a sharp-featured face, deep cleavage, and well- flared hips. Her breasts were a good deal larger than my Character's, and her legs were thick around the thighs, tapering down to feminine feet clad in flip-flops. I smiled at her as I left the house. She turned to go down the walk and I fell in step beside her. "Mom?" Katie asked. "Since when do you call her mom?" So that's what I did which caused the confusion at the table. "You know, just thought I'd try something new." That was the very worst sentence any Reader has to say, and it's always a move of desperation. However, Katie seemed unfazed by it. "Well, whatever. I know she'll like it. You ready for Mr. Bates's lightning Fridays? I know how much you love them!" The sarcastic lilt in her voice allowed me to read between the lines. Finally, I was learning important social things about my Character. I needed to probe for more. "Oh yeah, let me tell you. Bates is such a tool." "He wouldn't be such an ass to you if you actually studied. English isn't that hard, bonehead." "Easy for you to say." We were walking past a yard with a high, wooden fence which I couldn't see through. Katie, without warning, grabbed my arm and pulled me through a gate to the fence. Once on the other side, she pulled my backpack off and slammed me bodily into the other side of the fence. Before I could really react, and as I opened my mouth in protest, Katie had pressed her whole body into mine, her face against mine, and her tongue was wrestling with mine. I was acutely aware of the sensation of her firm breasts pressed into my own. The pressure sent ripples of pleasure throughout my body, sending me into a state of extreme arousal. I overcame my shock and kissed her back, my own male instincts taking control. I put one hand behind her neck, pressing her face more firmly into mine. I felt her hand slip up my skirt and rest on my hip as her fingertips squeezed into the cheek of my butt. Her palm was warm against my bare hip, and the tightening of her fingers released a tingling sensation just beneath the skin. She put her other hand in the small of my back and pulled me in tighter. With my free hand, I reached behind her and cupped her butt cheek, vaguely noting its firm and shapely properties, though my mind was too fogged by the arousal to focus on it. We stood like that for what seemed a long time, locked in a tight, pleasurable embrace and stabbing back and forth with our tongues. Finally, her pull eased and we separated at the mouth, leaving our faces a few inches apart. I stared into her gray-blue eyes, noting the twinkle of excitement in them. "Fuck, you look good today. I just had to get a taste," Katie said, "and a feel." Her hand on my hip, and still beneath my skirt, reached around and fully grabbed by butt cheek, giving it a strong squeeze. I was still recovering from the sudden sexual encounter, but I had to say something. "You're not half bad yourself. Maybe we can get a better taste later," I said as coyly as I could manage. I wriggled my hips a bit, hoping that I was sending the right signals. "Well, you're awfully forward today. Usually, you put up at least a little fight. I guess I'm finally wearing down those stone-cold defenses." She smiled wryly and glanced down our breasts which were still pressed together; our cleavage was bulging and deep. She looked back up and gave me a wink. "Tell you what, you do well in Bates's class today, and we'll cut to my house early and have some fun. The 'rents are gone for the weekend, so I'm all yours. You promised to study after the debacle last week, so I hope you kept it, or these," she ground her breasts against mine, "are off-limits!" Katie giggled, gave me a quick peck, and disengaged from my grasp. She picked up my backpack and held it out to me. I straightened my skirt and my bra, which had gone askew during the encounter, and took the proffered bag. "You've got a deal." I walked towards the opening in the fence. As I passed Katie, I gave her a wink and she slapped my butt hard. I giggled in surprise and, once on the sidewalk, fell in step beside her once again. Luckily, English was a subject which came very naturally to me. It was my master's degree in English which landed me a job at the MLA in the first place. It was that degree which, indirectly, got me into this exact predicament. I should be able to ace some high school quiz. My character, after all, made a promise to Katie, so it made sense to do as well as I could, even if my Character usually didn't. 'Yeah, right,' I thought, 'you just want more of that teenaged action, Jeffries.' I couldn't help thinking about what had just happened between Katie and me. It was clear that she and my Character had an intimate relationship, but it was also clear that I was already enjoying it too much. The eternal paradigm of Readers: doing what a Character would despite what the Reader should. It was even more important in this case. After all, if I break Character too much, someone will notice, and I'll be dead. I had to lay low as Heather for at least a couple weeks, let Grayson lose the trail, then pull out and run. First, though, I had to deal with high school. The school turned out to be only a few blocks from my Character's house. It was a suburban town with large, expensive houses, though the general noise level informed me that we were near a major highway. It was warm out, even for April, so I was somewhere towards the middle of the country, and the lack of accent implied a Mid-Western state like Missouri or Kansas. The relatively flat landscape within view confirmed that. That put me only a few hours by plane from Central. As we walked, Katie talked, and I listened. As a Reader, you gain a knack for holding conversations which allow the other person to do most of the talking. She talked about her parents' trip to Chicago for the weekend and how she loved getting the house to herself. We also discussed Bates's class, which turns out to be our second period just after gym. Since we'd planned to skip out afterwards, that meant I'd only need to tolerate high school for a couple hours. I was very lucky, in a way. Katie and my Character seemed to share every class on their schedules. Basically, I had a native guide for this Character's daily routine. That's an unheard-of stroke of luck for any Reader. Sticking by Katie for a few days would tell me everything I needed to know in order to stay under the radar. The tricky part would be doing so without arousing her suspicion. Convincing her, as the closest friend to my Character, would be both the hardest and most rewarding thing I needed to do. As we came to the school, we were greeted by other girls, who walked with us for a short time before heading off to their classes. Katie and my Character seemed to be popular, though that was unsurprising given how attractive they were. Well, given how attractive we were. For the time being, Heather's body was mine and, like it or not, I had to think of it that way. I stayed quiet while Katie exchanged pleasantries with the passersby. We headed straight to a classroom and lingered outside the door for a bit while we finished up a conversation about movies with another pair of girls. When the bell finally rang, we said our goodbyes. Katie and I walked into the room, which had long tables set up around a rectangle of floor in a corporate style. We took seats in the back as a man wearing shorts, a polo shirt, and a whistle walked in and began teaching. The 45-minute class dragged. As it turned out, we were in the "health and nutrition" section of gym class. Thus, the entire class period was spent going over the importance of a balanced diet. Needless to say, I was not overly enthused about it. I used the time to look through my notebooks in an effort to learn more about myself. I feigned indifference as I flipped through them, though I was diligently searching for clues. However, to my dismay, I only found a few notes and some inconsequential doodles. After an eternity in which I learned more about Raisin Bran than about my Character, the bell finally rang and Katie and I left towards our next class. Being in high school again wasn't entirely unusual for me. I had Read into several teenaged Characters before and knew how to blend in amongst that age group well enough. Of course, I had never done so as a teenage girl, but it wasn't very different so far. I would only need to suffer through one more class before Katie and I headed to her place. There was a small knot of excitement in my stomach when I thought about the encounter we would soon have. Though I may have rationalized it as doing what was necessary to stay in Character, there was definitely a part of me, the sex-starved male part, which eagerly awaited the coming encounter. Fantasizing about Katie's young, firm body made my own body tingle with anticipation. One obstacle remained though: Bates's English class. Katie and I went into a classroom and took seats in the back. At the front desk sat a frumpy middle-aged man with glasses and a brown tweed jacket. He was really laying on the English-teacher-look thick. Katie withdrew a copy of Shelley's Frankenstein from her backpack, and after a quick search of my own, I did the same. If this was the subject of today's quiz, then I was golden. I was intimately familiar with this book, having read it twice in grade school. I smiled widely, showing my excitement. Katie was going to be impressed. I glanced over at her and noticed that she was grinning at me, one eyebrow raised inquisitively. As the bell rang to mark the start of class, I winked at her. "Alright, it's Friday, so you know what that means," Bates began, rising from his desk with a well-worn copy of Frankenstein, "who finished the reading for the day?" As he peered around the room, his eyes settled on me and my upraised arm. "Ah, Heather, you look confident today. Did you finish the reading?" "Yes sir," I said, not backing down. "Now, now, how far did you really get?" He smiled condescendingly. "Well, to be honest, I couldn't remember which part you assigned, so I just finished the book." I smiled back smugly, though I could see the clear surprise on the faces of my classmates. "Oh you did, did you? I'm sure. Well, then, let me ask you about the next part. Who does Frankenstein meet on the ship after talking to the boat captain?" His smug expression clearly indicated that he didn't expect a response. "He met the wretch, who snuck aboard the boat through his cabin window." Bates, looking mildly surprised, asked, "And what do we learn?" "Well," I began smugly, "the wretch tells of his existence after Frankenstein tries to destroy him. We learn that, unlike the crude and evil monster which was portrayed by Frankenstein's account, the wretch tells a tale of a poor creation abandoned by his creator and his search for acceptance. Unlike much of the man-as-creator fiction of the period, which usually involves terrifying consequences for man's daring to liken himself to God, Shelley shows the flip-side by illustrating the result of a creation which is inherently flawed if only because his creator is flawed." I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms across my chest as I finished, adjusting them a little to compensate for my generous bust. A quick glance at Katie revealed her to be staring at me, mouth slightly open. Bates was silent for a short time, but soon collected himself. "Well, Heather, this is certainly a pleasant surprise. Good work. For the rest of you, the assigned reading was the first 25 pages. The next question goes to Jeremy." The class continued as Bates asked each student a question or two to test their reading. Throughout the period, Katie kept looking over at me and smiling mischievously. Each time I noticed, a fresh shiver of tingles wracked my body. I may have gone overboard in trying to impress her, but the looks she gave me were worth it. I was counting down the minutes until the end-of-class bell rang. Luckily, because of my performance at the beginning, Bates didn't ask me any more questions. When the bell rang, I was already packed and ready to head out the door. I waited, eagerly, as Katie gathered her things into her bag. We walked out into the hallway, the knot of excitement growing in my stomach. As we passed through the door, Katie asked, "What the hell was that?" "Impressed?" I responded, "I told you I studied." "Holy shit, you weren't kidding. That was amazing. I guess you really can succeed, with the right motivation." Katie winked at me and licked her lips discreetly. "Come on, let's blow this pop stand." We walked down a few crowded halls before ducking into a stairwell and out a side door of the school. We walked across a back field onto another small street rather than walk across the front lawn. She led me to her house while we chatted about Frankenstein. I had to creatively lie about when I found time to read the whole book in two days, but Katie seemed to buy it. After a few minutes and several blocks, we turned down the walk of a large house with an immaculately kept lawn and garden. Katie's family was clearly well-to-do, though the entire neighborhood seemed at least upper-middle-class. As we entered the house, which had a nice, stone- tiled foyer, we dropped our bags next to the door. Katie immediately turned to me, grabbed my waist, and pulled me in for a deep kiss. My body responded accordingly and I could feel myself melt into her as our mouths met again, lips pressed together, and tongues dancing back and forth. Katie began to walk backward, pulling me with, toward a living room with a large leather couch. As we crossed the threshold into the room, she pulled away from my face just long enough to rip my tank top over my head and cast it aside. After a brief glance at my chest and a lecherous grunt, she resumed kissing me, this time with even more passion, as we came closer to the couch. My hands were aggressively exploring the curves of Katie's body with a squeezing handful of her butt cheek here and a strong grip on her hip there. I tried to keep up with Katie's passion, but she was voracious, and, actually, physically stronger than I. As we neared the couch, Katie spun us around, gave me one final kiss, and pushed me back. My calves met the front of the couch and I was helpless to stop myself from falling backward. I fell onto the couch, mildly surprised and extremely aroused, as Katie stood over me and removed her top, throwing it over her shoulder. Her breasts, bouncing from the exertion, were snugly fitted into a white push-up bra decorated with a lacy frill. My arousal intensified as I watched her ample cleavage bob and sway as she worked to remove my skirt, it too joining the other discarded articles on the floor. She climbed onto the couch, and me, and sat on my thighs, straddling my legs. She looked lecherously at me as she grabbed my head around my ears and pulled it into her chest. Her breasts were warm against my face, her firm flesh inundating my senses. I burrowed as deeply as I could into her cleavage and kissed her sternum, using my hands to squeeze her breasts together around my face. My fingers dug hungrily into her young flesh. I noticed suddenly that my own chest, heaving with passion, shifted dramatically, indicating that Katie had unfastened my bra. She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me out of her chest and pulled the shoulder straps of my bra down my arms and off. I watched as she cast it aside and, beginning at my shoulder, kissed down my body. As she reached my nipple with her kisses, she pulled me into her, causing pressure on my breast and making me gasp with pleasure. She began sucking on my nipple, peaking each long draw with a slight biting of the tip. Each nibble brought another gasp to my lips as my back arched instinctively, trying in vain to get my breast pressed into her face even harder. As she sucked, she grabbed my hand and took it to the waistband of my panties. Her want was clear, and I removed my final piece of clothing, which was difficult with Katie on top of me and between my immense pleasure spikes. As I finished their removal, my hands, seemingly on their own, went to Katie's head and I began to gently push her down. Katie slid her lower body down onto the floor and separated from my nipple with a moist pop. She was kneeling in front of me, pulling my legs apart and looking at my crotch hungrily. I had a brief moment of rest before she voraciously thrust forward and began using her mouth on my new womanhood. The sensations were indescribable, their pleasure exceeded only by their sheer power. My body was wracked with intense signals, and my back arched in rhythm with Katie's probing tongue. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back while I grabbed onto the edges of the couch as if clinging to the side of a dangerous precipice. I could feel the sensations coming to a head, intensifying and becoming more frequent. Katie's pace increased as I felt about to explode with sexual energy. Suddenly she stopped, leaving me suspended atop a peak of pleasure, awaiting the final push into the oblivion of bliss. My body ached for it, and as I was starting to worry that it would never come, Katie resumed at a fervent pace which sent me toppling over. Distantly, I could hear a scream of carnal pleasure and my fingertips hurt as they dug into the couch. My back spasmed, thrusting me off the back of the couch and leaving me suspended by my neck on the back of it like a bridge. My eyes were pressed so hard shut that I saw colors dance behind my eyelids. The climaxing pleasure sent an unequaled shiver through my entire body which seemed to overload any part of my brain which attempted conscious thought. I was transformed into an unthinking beast only capable of drinking deeply from the orgasmic waves which wracked my body. And, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended, a wave of zen-like bliss settling over me as my muscles relaxed and I drifted back into the couch. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes, which were sore from the force of the orgasm. Katie was still on the floor in front of me, grinning. I sat up straighter and, looking into her eyes, said, "Your turn, sweetheart." Her eyes widened a bit and her grin melted into a look of desire. She quickly unbuttoned her Capri's and pulled them and her underwear down her legs and off. She laid back on the thick carpet as I fell to my knees from the couch, prepared to return the sexual favor she had just given me. She opened her legs to me, and I brought my mouth to her womanhood. I could taste her freely-flowing juices as I did a brief exploration before focusing on her clitoris. I sucked and nibbled it, much like what she had done to my nipple, to the responding buck of her pelvis. It wasn't long at all before her own scream of pleasure filled my ears and her hips settled back into carpet. She was breathing deeply as I crawled up along her side and kissed her behind the ear, one of my legs entwining with hers and my arm resting on her flat stomach just below her bra. We rested like that for several minutes, both breathing deeply from the exertion. I watched Katie's chest rise rhythmically, her breasts heaving with each breath. Despite my exhaustion, I could feel my arousal rising again. I reached up from her stomach and cupped her breast, squeezing my fingers into the flesh above the bra cup. Her breast was larger than my small hand could encompass, but I squeezed as much as I could, kneading the firm mound. Its form was perfect; round and pert. Katie turned her head to face me, and smiled. Then, with a sudden burst of enthusiasm, she rolled over onto me and straddled me just above my hips. Before I could react, she grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the ground on either side of my head. She was significantly stronger than I, and thus held me effectively pinned to ground unable to move. Her large breasts hung low, suspended in her bra, and reached toward my own mounds peaking on my chest. She wore a mischievous smile and said, "I'm gonna make us some coffee, sexpot. Maybe we can have some more fun later." She laid down on top of me, quashing her breasts into mine, and kissed me deeply, our tongues once again swabbing each other's mouths. My budding arousal rose sharply, but was left un-sated as she gave me a final peck and stood up. She stepped into her underwear and Capri's and pulled them up to her waist, struggling a bit to get the waistband over the ample curve of her butt. She gave me a wink and headed off, assumedly toward the kitchen, wearing just the pants and her bra. I watched her go, upside down from my supine vantage, butt and hips swaying sensually. With every step she took, I watched the fabric of her pants wrinkle slightly in the middle, belying the muscular movement of her beautifully shaped cheeks. "Damn, that's a nice ass," I said under my breath. I got to my feet and looked for my clothes. I found my panties and bra easily enough and put them on. My skirt had gone beneath a small table, but I found it and put it on too. My top, however, took me several minutes to find. Katie had apparently thrown it into a nearby fireplace by mistake. It was covered in soot, and thereby un-wearable. I left it hanging on top of the fire tools and wandered toward the kitchen. The smell of fresh coffee greeted me as I walked into the room. Katie, still wearing just pants and her bra, was get cups down from a cabinet. "You want cream?" she asked when she noticed me. "Yeah, thanks," I replied, "oh, and my tank got thrown into the fireplace. I'll need to borrow another top." "No problem. I'll get you one before we go out." She put the cups down on the counter and went to the fridge, assumedly for the cream. She bent over, searching for it, though she was clearly lingering in that position for my benefit. I couldn't help but take advantage of that, and I studied the curvature of her backside. When she finally turned, cream in hand and closing the fridge door, she wore a lascivious smile. Her nipples were hard, showing as raised bumps in the fabric of her bra. She walked towards me, placing the cream by the mugs as she passed, and pressed herself into me, kissing me. Her breasts were cold against mine, but her tongue was warm inside my mouth. After a few moments, a beep informed us of the coffee's completion and we broke apart. She went to prepare the coffee while I sat down at a table which was in a windowed breakfast nook which looked out into the backyard. Katie set a cup in front of me and sat opposite me with her own. As I sipped at mine, I noticed that Katie's breasts were, because of their size and the way she was sitting, resting on the table. I suddenly realized that my own were doing the same, but I was unaware until just then. The cerebellum is a powerful thing. "So," Katie began after a few minutes, "what should we do? There's still a couple hours left of school, so we shouldn't go out yet. We'll have to waste time here." "Whatever you want to do is fine." I sipped my coffee. It was good. "Well, let's just put on a movie, then." Katie stood and carried her coffee into another room. I followed her and we ended up in a family room with a comfortable- looking couch across from large flat-screen television hanging on the wall. I sat on one end of the couch, placing my cup on an end table. Katie was kneeling in front of the TV, inserting a disc into a player. After a few moments, the movie started up and she joined me on the couch. The movie was a sci-fi suspense that I'd seen before. Although, I gathered that Heather hadn't seen it from the way Katie talked about it during the opening credits, so I feigned interest and surprise throughout. After finishing her coffee, Katie laid down on her side and put her head in my lap, getting comfortable while watching the film. I stroked her hair a bit, and then rested my hand on her shoulder. I liked the movie quite a bit. I had seen it when it was in the theaters. Did Heather like these sorts of movies? I could only guess that she did since Katie seemed to think she would. Fortunately, since I actually did like the movie, I wouldn't have to lie about it or do any risky acting. After it ended, Katie rolled onto her back, head still resting on my legs, and we talked enthusiastically about it. "So you think that he was from the future the whole time?" she asked. "Yeah, how else would he have known to duck when the hover train went by?" "Hmmm, yeah, I guess you're right." Katie's eyes were aglow as we talked about the movie. It was clear that she really enjoyed my ideas about it. For a while, I was able to forget that I was in a Character and was just acting naturally. Of course, every time I looked down at Katie, reality seized me as half of her pretty face was obscured by my protruding bust. We sat there, cuddled up and half naked on the couch, for a long time as our conversation branched from the movie we had just seen to others like it. We seemed to have very similar tastes in entertainment, and, fortunately, so did Heather as far as I could tell. Eventually, the conversation died away and, after staring into her eyes, I leaned down and kissed her long and gently. She returned it with due enthusiasm. When we broke apart, Katie was smiling softly. "Let's get you a change of clothes," she said, sitting up from my lap, "then I'll take you out to dinner." She stood up, and pulled me to my feet with both of her hands in mine. We embraced and kissed again, then she led me upstairs and to her bedroom. Along the way, I reflected on the emotions coursing through my head. I think I was falling in love with Katie, which was not only impractical, but completely stupid. I'm wasn't even in my own body, not to mention that she was clearly infatuated with a gender opposite to my own. The final nail in such a coffin would be that she was a full decade younger than I, my present condition notwithstanding. However, there was definitely a rising tide of feelings for this girl which I was having difficulty suppressing. In many ways, my job would be easier if I didn't care for her at all. However, that was not the case, preferable though it may be. Ultimately, I was lucky, because Katie was clearly the dominant partner in this relationship. I could be passive and let her take the lead without arousing suspicion. Of course, I would be lying to myself if I said that I didn't find it interesting being submissive to this dominant girl. Though perhaps by "interesting," I really meant "enticing" or even "arousing." I was in a dangerous situation, and my enjoyment of it was only making it more so. Katie's room was typical of a teenage girl, though with fewer celebrity posters and more science fiction paraphernalia. One wall boasted an impressive library of worn paperback novels and jacketless hard covers. The middle of the room was dominated by a tall, queen sized bed, the top of which came up to about my waist. As we entered the room, Katie immediately crossed the floor and disappeared into a walk-in closet. After a few moments, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt flew out and landed on the bed. As I approached them, Katie said, "Those should fit you. They're older, so they're a little tight on me, but I've got a bigger ass than you." She came out of the closet and up behind me as I was picking up the jeans. She smacked me hard on the butt, and then gave it a firm squeeze. "Maybe we should feed you more so you can grow a tastier booty." She reached around with her free arm and grabbed my breast, squeezing and kneading it in her hand, saying, "And maybe a bigger pair of these, too." The sensation of her groping hands stirred arousal in me again, causing me to gasp. "Get dressed, sexy. We'll play later." She planted a sensual kiss on the side of my neck, and then gave me another hard slap on the rump and went back to the closet. I unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the floor and pool around me feet. The jeans were a light, faded blue and had some tattered threads hanging from the seams of the cuffs as well as stylish pre-worn holes in the knees. I put them on, getting both legs into them and pulling them up to my knees. As I began pulling them up my thighs, I noticed how tight they were. By the time I had them to my hips, I was struggling to get the waistband over my protruding butt. With some difficulty, I managed to finally crest the apex of the curve and pull the band into place above my hips. I had to suck in my stomach to fasten the button and zipper. They fit very snugly and, above the knee, were skin-tight to my curves. I ran my hands over my butt and could tell that the central seam was depressed into my crack while the pockets flared outward on the mounds of my cheeks. I grabbed the t-shirt from the bed and held it up in front of me. It was a white shirt with an image of a black cat licking its paw outlined by a large red circle on the front. It, too, seemed tight as I put it on and pulled it over my breasts. Once in place, the straps of my bra could be clearly seen on my shoulders. The image was a bit deformed by my bust, the shape of which was accentuated by the tight fabric. The bottom of the shirt barely met the waistband of the jeans, though my stomach would be visible if I lifted my arms too much. I turned back towards the closet as Katie emerged wearing a similar outfit, though her jeans were darker in color and her shirt was a light green. Because of the push-up bra, and her large breasts, the bottom of her shirt was a bit above the band of her jeans, exposing a thin ribbon of tanned skin. She looked great, and I told her so. "Thanks. You're looking pretty good yourself. Let's go, I'm starving." Katie gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as she passed me. I followed her downstairs, where we retrieved our purses and footwear, and out into the late-afternoon sun. The weather had cooled a bit, which made me grateful for the coverage of the jeans. We walked through the neighborhood toward the sound of the heavy traffic. As we cleared the last house, we were on one side of a large divided road. Across a pedestrian walkway was a good-sized suburban shopping mall. In its parking lot was a diner, which was our destination. It was a self-seating kind of place, so Katie and I grabbed a booth near the back of the main dining room. I picked up a menu and started searching for something that looked good. I picked something simple, a grilled cheese and French fries, and told the waitress. When she left to put in our order, I sipped the water she left for us and took in the 50's motif. It didn't take long for me to notice that Katie was staring at me, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. She stared at me for several minutes, making me uncomfortable, before looking around at the other patrons. When she seemed satisfied that no one was listening to us, she looked at me again and asked, "Ok, who the fuck are you?" The question so caught me by surprise that I wasn't sure I heard her correctly. "What?" I managed. "Did I stutter? Who the fuck are you?" Her facial expression told me that she wasn't joking. "What do you mean? I'm Heather." I tried to stay cool, but the intensity of Katie's inquiry made me nervous. "That's bullshit. I've read enough science fiction to know that you're not Heather. You look and sound like her, but that's it." She held up her hand and started counting off her fingers as she said, "Heather doesn't call Rose 'Mom,' she is failing Bates's class, she hates sci-fi movies, and she never lets me be so dominating. However, the most dead giveaway move you made? Heather never, ever goes down on me. So, for the last time, who are you?" I wasn't sure what to do. I should try to stay in Character, but Katie has clearly seen through my acting so far, and I didn't have enough background information to convince her with some obscure factoid. However, breaking Character drastically increases the chances for Grayson to find me, at which point I'm dead. To further complicate matters, I actually cared for Katie, and lying to her felt like a betrayal. Maybe she would hear me out, understand my predicament, and even help me to hide. It may just be worth the risk of exposure. "You're not going to believe a word of this," I started. "Try me," she said. She crossed her arms and looked at me expectantly. "Ok, here goes. My name is Nathan Jeffries, and I belong to a government program known as the Mysteries Library Agency, or MLA." "MLA? Like Modern Language Association? That seems arbitrary and made up," her suspicion was plain on her face. "Actually, it's on purpose. We use the MLA acronym because it would be difficult to trace to us since it was already in use. My agency deals with Books, very special Books. Each of these Books contains very specific information about one person living in the world, whom we call Characters. By using these Books, a Reader is able to inhabit the body of a Character. Your friend, Heather, is such a Character, and I've Read into her in order to hide from a man within the MLA who wants me dead." I expected one of any number of responses to that. Katie would laugh at me, or get angry and yell, or look at me as if I had completely cracked. To my surprise, however, she did none of these. She just kept looking at me; studying my face. I suppose she would know if her best friend were lying or joking with her, and she apparently didn't see any signs of it on my face. Finally, after what seemed a very long time under her intensely uncomfortable scrutiny, she asked, "Where is Heather while you're driving around in her body?" I was stunned for a moment by the question. It wasn't accusing, Katie was really asking for information. "Well, there's some contention about that. What we know for sure is that, while a Reader is in a Character, the Character's personality and consciousness are gone. When the Reader gets out, they return, and the Character has no memories of the time the Reader was in control. It's as if they were in a deep coma all along." "So, she'll be back when you get out of her?" "Yes, in an instant." "And where is your body?" "Mine is immaterial. When a Reader gets into a Book, his body vanishes. It reappears exactly as it was when he gets out." "And how long will you be inside her?" I looked down at my plate, somewhat ashamed. "It'll be a couple weeks. I need to make sure that Grayson, the man after me, hasn't found the Book I'm in. Then I can get out and make a run for it." "How will this Grayson find you if you're a completely different person?" "My agency looks for patterns. Thanks to the ubiquity of social media, anything unusual that happens sends a ripple across the internet which can be traced. If, for example, Heather were to suddenly dress differently or not show up to school for several days, people would start talking about it online. A big enough difference can make it very easy to find a Reader inside a Character. Once we find the Reader, we can then try to find the Book, and prevent them from making too much trouble." Katie looked thoughtful after that. Then she looked at me with an interested expression and said, "So, I could out you at any moment using just my smartphone. Looks like you'll be doing what I say for the next two weeks. Finish your sandwich; I'm ready to get home." I did, and we left, Katie paying at the hostess' station on the way out. She was quiet as we made our way back to her house. I'm not sure how it was possible, but I must have been the luckiest Reader to ever inhabit a Character. Not only did Katie seem to believe everything I told her, which was all true, but she also seemed willing to help me. I thought it was a bit odd that she didn't worry about Heather's fate in all of it, but I didn't think it prudent to ask. Sometimes it's better to let sleeping babies lie, as the adage goes. It was properly dark by the time we made it to her front yard. Katie finally broke the silence as we walked into her house by asking, "So why does this Grayson want you dead?" "He wants to use a Book I recently found. The Character in it is an exceedingly wealthy man with a lot of power and influence. Grayson wants to Read into him and gain that power for himself." "What's stopping him?" "I wrote the call number for the Book on a piece of paper. It was in my pocket when I Read, so it doesn't exist at the moment. At the MLA, we have tens of thousands of Books, so without that number, his chances of finding it are slim to none." We headed upstairs and into her room. She unfastened her pants and pulled them off, tossing them towards a hamper in the corner of the room and leaving her in the t-shirt and a pair of white panties. She stretched out on the bed and indicated that I should do the same next to her. I removed my jeans and joined her, laying on my side in order to face her. I was unsure what the proper protocol was at this point. After all, she knew I wasn't Heather, but she still seemed to be treating me as if I was. "So, if Grayson finds the Book you're in, then what? He can rip you out?" "No, so far no one has figured out a way to do that. However, he can make changes." "Changes?" "Yes. Each Book contains very specific physical information about its Character. If that information is changed, even by simply writing in a new piece of information with a pencil, those changes will occur to the Character when the Book is next closed. The Book itself will assimilate the changes as if it had always been printed that way." "Holy shit," Katie muttered, looking intrigued. She then added, thoughtfully, "Can he just kill Heather that way? If she dies, will you be lost forever or do you pop back out?" "He can kill a Character that way very easily, but any Reader inside a Character that dies never comes back into existence. What he can do, though, is make some changes which are noticeable, and then hope that someone around the Character notices and writes about it on the internet. Changing hair color is always a popular choice because it's relatively easy to do even without the power of a Book, but noticeable enough that someone would write about it." "And when a Reader is ready to get out, how does that happen? Do you need to use the Book again?" "No, there's a sort of mental switch that a Reader can flip at any time in order to get out. I don't know how to explain it, really. It's just sort of there, and a Reader intuitively knows how to flip it. When he does, he rematerializes next to the Book, if possible. If there's no room next to the Book, it simply doesn't work." Katie was quiet for a moment. Finally, she said, "I need to sleep on this shit. We'll figure out what to do with you in the morning." She then sat up and took off her shirt, then unfastened and removed her bra. Her breasts hung a bit lower, though not much due to her young age. They were very well shaped and had good-sized nipples which were beginning to harden from the air exposure. I couldn't help but stare and admire them as she tossed the two articles of clothes towards the laundry basket. "Stop staring and take off your shirt. Then flip out that light so we can get some sleep," Katie ordered after noticing my unwavering gaze. I took off my shirt and bra, with only slight difficulty, and dropped them to the floor as Katie pulled the duvet over our legs. I rolled over and switched off the lamp on the nightstand. Before I could roll back, Katie came up behind me and pressed against me, our bodies spooning beneath the covers. She put her top arm around my waist, pulled me in tighter, and kissed the back of my neck gently. I was very aware of the fact that she was larger than I, and I could feel her breasts pressing into my back. It was certainly arousing, but Katie seemed sincere in her desire to sleep. She nuzzled into my hair a bit, then was still. The weight of the day's events suddenly came down on me. Yesterday, I was a man with a good, interesting job and an excitement-filled, but danger-free life. Today, I am a teenage girl desperately hiding out in unfamiliar settings with each decision I make requiring increasing amounts of care and attentiveness. I shivered with nerves. Beneath all my training and all my careful observations, there remained a deep knot of fear waiting for a chance to surface. Lying there, in that bed, with nothing actively occupying my mind, the fear found its opportunity, and it caused a panic to well within my chest. My breathing quickened and I started to whimper, though I tried to keep quiet so as not to disturb my bedmate. It was apparently ineffective for, a few moments after my panic set in, Katie tightened her embrace around my waist, pulling me closer in a comforting way. "You'll be fine," she whispered in my ear, "because I'll protect you." She kissed the back of my neck again, a long, reassuring kiss. "Get some sleep. We'll work it all out in the morning." It worked. I did feel better. My fear was caused by a sense of loneliness, but I wasn't alone. I had Katie, and being so firmly ensconced within her arms reminded me of that. It seemed odd that her pledge to protect me should feel so comforting given that I was older and more experienced with the situation. However, something about her presence and the way it loomed over my current form gave her an air of authority in my mind. I didn't think of Katie as a little girl, but rather as a peer and, in some ways, as a mentor. Whether it was a simple unconscious association of her size relative to mine, or because I had truly learned to appreciate the wisdom of youth, was unclear. What was certain, though, was that Katie was a dominating figure in my life, and would be for the duration of my stay in this body. For now, strange as it may seem intellectually, that thought comforted me greatly. I slowed my breathing, closed my eyes, and drifted into sleep. *** As I awoke, even before I opened my eyes, I could tell that it was morning. Sunlight brightened one of my eyelids, creating a contrast between it and my other eye which was pressed into my bed partner. I wasn't yet ready to face the day, so I turned my face a bit and snuggled into Katie, burying my face into her soft flesh. I then opened my eyes in order to confirm my sudden realization: I was pressing my face into her bare breasts, which rose and fell with the slightly irregular breathing of her sleep. We laid on our sides, facing one another. I was curled into a fetal position, pressed into her, while she laid with one arm draped over my body protectively. Apparently my waking had roused her as well, for she gently squeezed me, and then sat up on one elbow while saying, "Good morning." I uncurled myself and laid back, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I looked up into hers. "Good morning," I returned, "look, about yesterday..." "Don't sweat it. You need a place to hide, so I'll help you out. Besides," she gave me a mischievous grin, "life was getting pretty boring around here anyways. Tell you what, we'll walk to the mall, get some breakfast there, and we can talk more about your situation. Why don't you hop in the shower while I find you some more clothes." Katie got out of bed and stretched her arms up while facing away from me. "The bathroom," she said, while continuing to stretch, "is down the hall on the right. Also," she looked over her shoulder at me, "you can check out my ass all day, but if you want to touch it again, you need to take a shower." I glanced up at her eyes and felt myself flush with embarrassment. She had caught me; I was checking it out. I got up and started to apologize, but thought better of it. I went out of the room and found the bathroom. It was, as I expected, very nice. An open design with the shower simply a glass-partitioned half of the room. I stood under the water for a while, letting the warmth envelop me. It had been a pretty stressful 24 hours, so releasing the tension here was too good to rush. After a bit, I heard the door open. I opened my eyes and watched as Katie's blurred form swam through the frosted glass. I turned around, back to the wall, as she came around the glass. I was, again, struck by her figure, and my eyes lingered on her breasts. When I finally met her gaze, she was smirking at me. She strode forward confidently. When she reached me, she pressed herself into me, pinning me against the wall. She leaned down and kissed me passionately, her tongue forcing itself into my mouth before I could react. Her hands found my wrists and pinned them to the wall beside my head. I could feel the water running over us, splashing against our faces and tracing rivers along our entangled bodies. We stayed like that, enjoying the warm water and each other, until Katie finally broke off and began washing herself. It was a new experience, showering as a young girl with another young girl. Katie helped me with some of the intricacies, and she seemed to be having a good time, too. Before too long, we were back in her room, wrapped in warm towels with freshly dried hair. Katie had already set out some clothes, apparently, and she tossed them to me. Some matching pastel pink panties and bra, a pair of faded jeans, a white camisole, and a green sweater open in the front. She smirked as she saw the wary look I gave the clothes, knowing that I was still having some difficulty with these sorts of articles. However, she didn't say anything as I struggled with them, letting me figure it out without discouragement. The bra was, of course, a push-up, as seemed to fit with Katie's style. It was older, and therefore small enough that I fit into it, but only just. Still, the padding of the bra did its job deepening my cleavage. The panties were also older, and were thus snug on my hips. The jeans were also snug, though not nearly as much as Katie's were on her. The camisole proved surprisingly tricky as it had some extra layers of cloth inside to provide support. The sweater didn't button, and was meant to be worn open. "You look cute," was all Katie said when I had finally finished and asked her opinion. "But I knew you would. Let's go, I need coffee." The mall wasn't too busy this early in the morning, but the coffee shop had its share of patrons. It was just outside a large department store and had tables and chairs spilled out into the mall. It was Saturday, so there was a smattering of teenagers amongst the customers, and Katie and I waved at a few we apparently recognized. She was, graciously, taking the lead on these few interactions, and ordered for both of us. Sandwiches and coffee, nothing too fancy. We found a table out in the mall, somewhat away from most of the others. "I have a question," Katie said in a voice low enough to not be overheard. "Yeah, I'm sure you do," I replied, taking a sip of the coffee. Just cream, again. "So, you are some other guy who is, for all intents and purposes, controlling Heather. So why do you walk like her, talk like her, and even have some of her mannerisms?" I chuckled, replying, "The power of the cerebellum." "What does that mean?" "The cerebellum is the part of the brain responsible for proprioception and muscle memory. For some reason, it does not get overtaken when a Reader jumps into a Character. We're not sure why, but the current theory is that it's not truly involved in sentience, so it is considered part of the body, as far as the Books are concerned. In practical terms, it means that a Reader automatically adopts the Character's gait and other purely physical habits." "Well, that's certainly convenient." "Yes, and no. It's convenient for blending in as the Character, but it also produces some serious limitations. For example, we can't learn any kind of hand-to-hand self defense. Sure, we can learn the technical aspects, but useful skill lies in constant practice to form muscle memory, which disappears as soon as we Read." "Oh, yeah," she said, looking thoughtful. "So, can this Grayson guy control your actions at all while you're in the Book. You know, if he rewrites it to have you just come to him and give yourself up?" "Not directly, no. One can make mental changes like that to a Character using a Book, but as soon as the Reader gets in, those changes are pushed back just like the Character's consciousness. If he changed anything about the way Heather thinks, it'll only affect her when I get out. The only way to influence a Reader's mind is to alter the body chemically, which is very difficult and has unreliable results." "Weird," she said. Weird was an understatement. I took the last couple bites of my sandwich and leaned back a bit with my coffee. The morning was going well, but I still didn't feel too great. The anxiety of my situation must have flared up while talking to Katie, because a wave of queasiness started to crest in my stomach. I set the coffee down as my chest grew tight. It was getting harder to breathe; a full blown panic attack was setting in. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, but something wasn't right. That was when Katie said, "Holy shit." I opened my eyes and looked at her, but her gaze didn't meet mine. She was looking down at my chest, mouth slightly agape. I looked down, and my own mouth fell open. My chest was swelling, my cleavage deepening. My breasts were growing, straining against the camisole. My chest felt tight because I was outgrowing my top. The bra straps dug into my shoulders, and I could feel the pain there as I looked back up at Katie. "Help me!" I hissed as I stood up, and she shook her head, looking back up at me. Katie stood, and held her hand out to me. "The store, we can hide you in there," she said as she gestured over her shoulder towards the department store. We started to walk hurriedly, trying to go quickly without drawing too much attention. My chest continued to tighten, and I attempted to cover up the expansion with the sweater, but it did little to help. It was meant to hang open, so it only barely met in the front with my normal bust. My newer measurement was too much. As we crossed into the store, Katie dragged me left towards the ladies department. We were headed toward the fitting rooms when my legs