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A New Dimension (complete) By Boredsitting Please do not post this story to any other platform other than Fictionmania. If you want more information about this story, please contact me by writing a review. This is the final run of this story. I chose to spend more time developing my characters and the story than on just the transformations and sex, because I want this to be a character- and plot - driven story. The inspiration came from the story Changes by Trick (http://www.mcstories.com/ChangesTrick/ChangesTrick.html). I love the idea of a character not being able to know the changes that are happening but having to react to them as he or she is trying to deduce the changes. It does make reading a story like this tough at times as the reader feels the same confusion as the protagonist, but the experience is a fun first-person exploration. Please take time to comment so I know how you reacted to the story. Thank you all. Chapter 1 "Now, remember your roles," Mel commands in his typical stern voice. He always takes things so seriously and 'by the book' showing no excitement or giddiness that infects the rest of us. We're on the verge of quite possibly the greatest discovery in the history of human- kind. How can you NOT be geeking out? "Push the damn button, Mel!" Zoey barks allowing her nerves to get the better of her. We all stand shoulder-to-shoulder in front of the product of years of research and experimentation nervously checking and rechecking our cameras and sensors. Sure, there have been false starts, but this one is real. It's really going to happen. It has to. We've checked and double-checked our math. The algorithms have to be correct this time. Pete's camera is visibly jittering, so I place a hand on his shoulder to calm him. He turns, red-faced, to me with an apprehensive 'thank you'. "The computer's aligning the vectors... and, five seconds..." Mel announces just as a small ball of swirling light and gas spark into existence in front of us. A static charge sparks on multiple surfaces as the ball pulses bigger. I ready my air quality sensor in one hand and make a mental note of the small handgun underneath my lab coat - just in case. "Three seconds..." his voice is starting to sound more like a warning than a countdown to an achievement. The ball swirls bigger soon growing large enough to fill the space between us and the exposed brick wall of our basement laboratory. It carries a vortex of wind and electrical sparks that makes me take a step back out of caution and cover my eyes to avoid any debris. "Are you sure this thing won't collapse and rip a black hole sucking our planet into it?" my best friend Chris yells over the wind and static noise. Pete looks over to him anxiously, "No promises." "...One!" Mel calls out. The spiraling ball of storms flattens out to create an oval disc-shaped ponding of liquid in the air. A low thrumming reverberates through the room replacing the chaotic fury from just a moment ago. We all gasp witnessing the fruits of our research and planning. We've done it! "Well what are you waiting for? Let's go!" he commands prompting us to take a deep breath before running headlong into the vertical pool of wavering, metallic liquid. Mel charges first, then Chris. I follow closely behind Chris, and Zoey brings up the rear. Just as Chris enters I hear an "oof" behind me. Before I have a chance to check on Zoey an arm pulls me through the portal sideways almost making me drop the device in my hand. After a momentary shock to our senses we find ourselves back in the lab. Confused, we turn back towards the oval to see three nude females and another, taller one with only a lab coat on turning our direction quizzically as if they, too, had just done the same thing. All of them are holding instruments like ours and seem to be participating in a similar experience. The image doesn't last long as the portal fluctuates and pulses out of control. The coated girl and Mel both jump to the control panel just as it blips out of existence. For a moment, though, I could swear I could see my sister looking back at me clutching a slightly distended belly as if to protect it. "Damn!" Mel screams out pushing buttons and clicking on the attached tablet screen. We all come back to our senses and begin searching for any evidence that our mission was a success. "What just happened?" Pete asks confusedly. "Did we go through?" "Did you see those girls?" Chris blurts out. "Who the hell were they?" "Can you bring it back up?" Zoey screams still amped up from the experience as a person wearing headphones does when talking to a person who isn't. Oh, good, she made it through. "It's... it's gone. Something must have blown or shorted. The whole system is down," Mel analyzes out loud. Pete, the team recorder, is still filming with his camera and gets a little too close to Mel. "Get that thing out of my face!" he barks causing the much smaller Pete to flinch. "Pete," Zoey, the lone girl in our research group, pulls him to the rest of us who are still standing around dumbfounded and confused, "Let's give him a few minutes to sort the system out. Can you take a look around to see if there's any physical damage? That camera of yours would help to document the repairs we may need to do." He nods and dutifully sets out to the back of the mainframe. Truth be told, those two are the real reason all of this happened, if anything did. They built this machine together. Mel worked on the software, and my best friend, Chris, who is still standing dazed beside me, wrote up the networking and electrical plans. What did I do? Not a damn thing. They're all so much smarter than I ever will be. I fell that I could be an important part of the team, but honestly, anyone can use these devices in my hands. They just seem to be a placebo to make me feel more important to their discovery that I really am- just a toy to keep me busy and out of the way as it were. If it weren't for my friendship with Chris, they'd probably not waste any time with a simpleton like me. As such, they seem to enjoy having me around, so I guess I'm not that useless. As I start to scan the room a down a sharp chill runs up my spine causing me to shiver. The hairs on Chris's neck and arms stand on end, as well, telling me that I'm not the only one who felt it. He looks over to me quizzically and shrugs it off. "You felt that, too?" I ask. "What? It's chilly in here," he replies dismissively. I grin amused at his disinterest noting that the scanner isn't showing anything dangerous in the air. "Do you think that we really are in a new place?" Pete asks out loud to anyone who's listening. "I mean, should we feel different?" "It's possible that some things may be different, but I can't see anything. Jerry? What do the sensors say?" Zoey asks cuing me to actually do something useful. "We'd know if there was any change in the atmosphere immediately after walking through," he states taking away any reason for me to use the device. "If we were successful, that is. I'm not entirely sure that we did anything." "But what about those girls in the portal?" Chris adds. "You guys saw them, right?" "What girls? Chris, you're seeing things," Zoey teases. "No, I saw them, too," I say to back Chris up," There were three of them. Nude. A fourth still had clothes on." Zoey cackles loudly. "Is that all you guys think about? Geez!" "Pete, can I borrow your camera?" Chris asks. "Maybe he has something on it. If so, then that may be the proof we need to show that the device worked." We all look at Pete expectantly. He bends down and begins pressing buttons on his camera to rewind the footage. After a moment, he looks up disappointed. "No? Surely you have something?" "The camera has footage of before we walked into the window, but then it's blank for a moment. The next video is of Mel and the tablet. There's... nothing," he concedes. "Let me see!" Chris barks walking to him quickly and snatching the device from him. He presses the same buttons and deflates as it's obvious that Pete was correct. "He's right. There's nothing on the video. It's like it just paused for a moment." "Well, stop arguing and come help set the device up again. Maybe it worked, maybe it didn't. None of it makes a difference unless we find what went wrong," Mel says, and they all nod in agreement. "Well, back to the drawing board, huh?" Zoey shrugs to me. "Why don't you go back to the dorm and rest. You look like you're tired." I start to convince her that she's wrong, but the sudden yawn betrays me. Maybe I am. "We'll be here. It's not like we have life outside of this lab, anyway." I wonder if the experiment was successful, would we even know? Assuming what Chris said about an infinite number of universes, there's no telling if we're just in a new one that exactly the same. Maybe in one of them I'm a lot more popular and better looking. Fat chance! Ha! Before leaving, I hide my handgun in a spare drawer in a desk that isn't used anymore after everyone continues their inspection. Chapter 2 - Holy crap! I pause after just a couple of steps outside. There's a topless girl out in the open commons talking to her friends. Of course I take notice. Let's be honest, my eyes are probably bulging out of my head. Keep it together, Jerry. Don't be a perv. A little bit down the sidewalk another group of girls catches my eye. While not topless, their blouses are unbuttoned and showing almost as much breast as the topless girl. Maybe we lucked out and there's a porn company filming today. Of course I'd be the schmuck who accidentally wanders onto the set. Humph, maybe I can 'accidentally' walk into a shot. That'd be a story to tell the guys. Unfortunately, as I walk closer by the girls they all look at me with disgust and turn away. No luck getting more than an eyeful of boob this time. "Jerk!" one calls out. "How rude!" another follows. Now embarrassed, I keep my head down and make a beeline for the dormitories where I've lived since starting school here. Most upper classmen and graduate students live here if they don't already have a place of their own. It's a nicer place than the smelly slums of the freshmen and sophomores. How can those places permanently smell like a locker room and weed? I enter Chris and my shared dorm and fall face- first into the bed. Instant sleep. The heat from the bright sunlight filtering through my yellow lace curtains wake me up. I roll over and stare at the ceiling. Was anything from before real, or was it all a dream? I mean, girls don't usually walk around the campus topless, do they? Hm, I wonder if they really were shooting a porno yesterday. I climb up to the computer desk and turn the laptop on. Once online, I check my email and chat, but nothing pops up. The sight of that topless girl still echoes in my mind. I check the clock and see that I've slept through the night. Maybe I can sneak in a quick tug session before going back to the lab. I do believe I earned it. Located in a discrete folder on my home screen is an icon titled "Biology". Every guy has a stash of porn links. So what, I'm not doing anything that everyone doesn't do already. These are quality choices from the most beautiful girls in the world. I'm choosy, so each one has a something or two that I find attractive with no fakes or out-of-reach girls. Some remind me of crushes from school. A couple look like my hot cousin, so I can enjoy without the taboo of wanking off of family, and a few are just funny or curious looking. Wait a second... that's weird. All of my porn has changed. I don't recognize any of these pictures. Is that... holy crap! They all have dicks! Each one. Click, click I zip through the collection file-by-file. They're all dudes. No, that's not right. This one has both. This one, too. This shows a girl, or a guy, spread out with boy and girl parts between his, um her, legs. This has to be a trick. That bastard. Surely, Chris slipped in and changed everything out as a prank. If I can't get my porn offline, I'll just have to go online. I quickly type in the name of favorite porn site, PrettyGirlsOnline deftly with years of muscle memory to guide me. "Address does not exist". Huh? I type it again, but the same page pops up. Maybe it's down for maintenance. My fingers click in the next address, but the same result. Curiously, I just type in "nude" into the search bar and click 'pictures'. Now, we're getting somewhere. The page fills up with naked girls and... they, too, have dicks. What the hell?! How far is this joke going to go? Image after image are girls, or at least mostly girls, with various sizes of boy parts posing and stretching out. A particular girl stands out by the size of her penis. She's very pretty with firm, pointed breasts and a bubble butt standing on the sands of a beach with the ocean behind. Oh, well. Maybe I can just ignore her large member and just get off on the rest, so I click the image sending me to a gallery of photos of her on the beach. It must be the rest of the same photo shoot. The same picture is showcased larger filling my screen with her beauty and, um, other parts. She has a classical beauty that doesn't require a bunch of makeup. Her open, bright eyes and wide smile welcome my gaze and encourage my fantasy. She looks happy. I click to the next picture. Her dick isn't visible as she's facing away. The camera is focused on her bubbly, firm butt. Its shape must be the result of years of playing sports. The next picture has moved up her back watching over her shoulder at the nearing sunset on the horizon. It's a beautiful photo nude girl or not. Strangely, though, I'm curious about what her penis looks like close up. Is it real? Does it look like mine? I click through the next few pictures until I find one with it visible. It's not as long as most guys I know from experiences in gym showers, but still a smaller than average size. She's leaning back on some rocks, and the camera is looking up from between her legs forcing the penis into a prominent position. Its surface texture is easily visible, and I can see the connection between it and her vagina, at least that's what I think it is. It stands erect jutting from the top of her slit as a replacement for her clit. I click on the next photo, and it's just a close up of a side profile. Each bump and ridge of her cock is displayed across my screen, and I can't stop staring at it. It's almost beautiful in its shape. Of course, I don't care much about it having only stopped at this picture because my hand is busy stroking myself. Oh, a video! A quick click and it centers on the screen. She's now moving and laughing on the beach as the wind blows her hair and the waves lap around her ankles. Her prominent breasts bounce along with her cock as she skips playfully at the water's edge. It's hypnotizing to see both appendages flail around as she poses and mugs for the camera. It's strangely beautiful. The next scene is a close up shot of her stroking her penis. I perk up curious how it'll work. The model's actions mirror every other porn video where a girl masturbates for a camera only she's stroking instead of jilling. Her slim, manicured hand slides up and down as she coos and groans. I, too, reach down to join her grabbing myself in spite of my earlier reservations. Dick or not, this girl is hot. Her stroking intensifies as her other hand reaches below the penis to caress her now slick vagina. We both gain momentum stroking and luxuriating in the pleasure it brings. I can't help it. I'm completely engrossed in her cock as it changes from curiosity to an addiction. I have to see more of it. It's so thick and hard, and throbs visibly as her hand returns back to the base. The camera pans in close focusing on the fleshy, bulbous head as her moans crescendo off screen. It pulses outward once, twice, a third time before a thick glob of white semen shoots out followed by another which catches along the underside and slides down her hand. She groans in ecstasy along with me as I, too, climax. Not caring too much as to where the expelled semen goes I lean back smug and at peace. Within the swirling thoughts is a desire to reach out and place my mouth over her cock. It's fleeting, but enough to shake me out of my euphoria. Suddenly scared of being found out, I quickly close the window and run to the connecting restroom between Chris and my dorms to wash off any semen. Surely, guys get a curious itch every now and then. It doesn't mean anything, does it? Just as the last of the white globs falls into the drain an odd squishiness erupts inside my gut like a bubble of gas. It leaves quickly as I turn to sit on the toilet just in case it's a precursor to something nasty. How odd. Not feeling any urge to do anything, I stand up and discover a missed drop of semen on my wrist. Without thinking of it, I lick it up and walk back to get dressed so I can return to the group. Just as before, some of the groups are topless or as I call them 'carelessly dressed'. Not that I'm complaining, right? I stop for a second to think. I'm the only guy here. In fact, I didn't see any other males earlier also. Come to think of it, I haven't seen a guy since the earlier in the lab. A couple of the girls are giving me dirty looks again, so I hurry my way back to the lab within the basement of the Physical Science Building where it's much more friendly. I walk into the room and notice a row of hangers by the door that wasn't there earlier. Why would they put up hangers? Mel is cursing away as he fidgets with his tablet as Chris is inspecting some wires by the far, cinderblock wall. Mel looks up and sees me. "It's about time you came back. I was starting to get worried," his voice is stronger than usual. I don't bother offering any response. He wouldn't give it any credence anyway. "Did you see anything odd or different when you left?" "Um, I'm not sure," I answer not sure if admitting to jacking off to a girl's cock would be considered important knowledge. "There were a lot of topless girls in the commons. Does that mean anything?" I ask. "Not sure. Could you remember that when we meet up this evening at seven? Pete and Zoey are at the library finding out if we really did walk through a dimensional window. Can you and Chris go around and do some more reconnaissance?" he commands authoritatively as if he's some Army sergeant. He's always been a business first kind of guy. Being the oldest, I guess he feels like he's the boss. Chris often teases that he's got a corn cobb stuck up his butt. Maybe it's true. Chris joins me as we walk back out of the lab. However, just like before, a sudden wave of squishiness hits again. Chris doubles over, too, so this may be a clue. "Restroom?" he asks, and we both trot over to the men's room. However, when we arrive there's only one restroom. The sign beside the door says "restroom" with no mention of gender. Chris pays it no mind as he hurries into a stall. I quickly join him in the next stall over. Over the years, we've spend so much time here that it's jokingly called the 'other' lab. "You okay?" he asks through the stall panel. "Yea, I guess. I'm still a little bloated, but I'm fine," I reply noticing that I have to use my shoes are a little looser than normal. Also, did they install those handicap toilets that are taller? "Do you think we did it? Do you think we made it to another dimension? I've been stuck in the lab all night, and haven't gotten out, yet." he inquires. "Not sure, but there are some weird things happening. I haven't seen another male since the incident, and all the girls seem to be topless or close to it. By the way, I saw what you did to my computer. If you touch it again, I'll have to beat your ass," I bark trying to sound serious. "What the hell are you talking about? I haven't touched your computer. I'm surprised how you can use it with those keys being as sticky as they are. Seriously, who doesn't use a tissue?" he barks back. "Don't lie. You changed my porn collection to a bunch of girls with dicks." We may be guys giving each other a hard time, but I really am a bit pissed. "Jerry, seriously, I didn't touch your computer. Whatever you have on there you put there yourself. Since when are you into shemales?" he chuckles not knowing my recent experience. "Do I need to be careful around you in our dorm now?" "Kiss my ass!" I bark. His remark triggers a bubble of thought. I wonder how similar his cock is to the girl on the computer? "Dude, what did you mean topless girls outside?" he redirects our banter to more important things. "I, I don't know. There were a couple of girls outside talking to their friends without any shirts on. It was weird. It's like they had no problem doing it," I explain. "Were they nice?" he prods pervishly. "I guess. I was more shocked than anything. Didn't really take time to appreciate them," I reply regretting that I didn't take more time now that he mentioned it. "Look, you can see for yourself when we go out." "Okay, but can we go back to the dorm first? I need to rest a bit before we do anything else," he whines. As I stand up, I notice that the lid to the toilet is different. There's a control pad on the right side like those toilets in Japan. "When did they upgrade our toilets?" I ask just before hearing his begin to spray. "What do you mean? They're toilets. What's to upgrade?" he answers dismissively over the hum and spray. "I don't remember seeing these in here," I say to no one noticing that the toilet paper roll isn't there, either. I guess we're going to a more environment-friendly building? We leave the restroom without any mention of the toilets. Chris must be embarrassed, too. "Holy crap! You're right. There's boobies everywhere," his voice is getting too loud. "Keep it together, perv. Don't make a scene," I scold hitting him with my elbow. His eyes hyperactively scan from left to right as he's being obvious about who he's looking at. I walk ahead hoping to either put some distance between the overeager pervert or he'll have to stop to catch up. "Do you think it's a sign that it worked?" he asks running up behind me. "Don't know. There's too many other variables. Do you know of any pornos filming today? Or, maybe we're walking into a hidden camera scene. Who knows?" I respond trying to stay objective. "I haven't heard of anything. Surely we'd hear if they were shooting a porno. You know security would shoot it down asap. It could be something. Would we even know if we were in a new dimension? I mean, how WOULD we know?" he asks while scanning every group of girls we walk by. A few of them who notice scowl in our direction. Some point and whisper to the others making me feel very unwelcome. "Would we feel any different? I know I'm feeling really uncomfortable right now" "No, I don't. There has to be a reason as to why some of the girls are topless, and where are all the guys?" I respond. Chris stops to consider. "You're right. There's not a guy in any of these groups. Where did they go?" his voice is rising again. "I'm getting pretty creeped out." "We're almost home. Let's just get in so we can try to put all of this together. It would be pretty cool if we did jump dimensions, though. Is it possible for this to be the 'girls are topless' dimension? I'm down," I joke, but Chris really does look concerned. "Yea, that's cool and all, but what other changes would there be? Those are what I'm worried about," he warns giving an uneasy aura over quite possibly the greatest moment in our lives - if the experiment worked. The campus is unusually busy today. Everyone is headed to this way and that. However, they are also only partially clothed. Most of the girls have some sort of blouse or shirt on, but many of them are unbuttoned or designed in a way to allow the breast to be exposed. Again, no other males are found. Chris looks giddy as we weave through the female crowds. Our arms may have brushed against a few exposed breasts, but I'm not going to deny that a few of them weren't intentional. We both enter using the shared door. Our dorm is designed for two people to share a kitchen and bathroom. The bedrooms are split on either side of the entry hall. The smell of poorly seasoned food in an overflowed trashcan hits us once the door opens. It is replaced by the usual mustiness once we enter and split into our rooms. Chris immediately goes into his room and shuts the door. Another wave of queasiness bubbles up from inside my belly, so I jump into the bathroom and sit on the toilet just in case it leads to something else. This wave is a little different than the others as it is a bit more intense and is followed by an overall chill that runs up my spine. Chris must have passed out, because I'd expect him to try to come in here, too. Over to my left I spy an odd sight that stops my train of thought. Attached to the shower wall by a large round base stands a lifelike, pink dildo. I have to make a second look to admit that it really is a dildo stuck to the inside of my shower. Was it Chris's? Did he have some girl over that I didn't know about? Why would she bring one of those into OUR shower? Come to think of it, it does remind me of the penis on the girl I wanked off to earlier. I never thought of a penis as anything but an ugly appendage that's as attractive as a hairless molerat, but this one is different. It's beautiful. Why can't I stop looking at it? I shake off its influence and enter my room not bothering to put my shirt back on. There's something off about my room, though. Is there something wrong with it? Um, no, I can't point to anything that wasn't here when I left a moment ago. Maybe what Chris said about changes is true and we can't tell the difference. Would I even know if there was one? Assuming, of course, we were successful. My computer boots up quickly after only being asleep for a short time. I'm going to start being productive to this group by helping Pete and Zoey research whether we're in a new dimension. Upon bringing up the browser, I notice that my bookmarks have changed just like my porn cache. There, first in line, is a bookmark titled "Porn" with nothing to hide or make it discreet. Out of curiosity, I check its contents. Another folder opens with three folders: 'Breeders', 'Alphas', and 'Public'. What weird titles for folders. Whoever is playing with my computer has an odd fetish. I click the 'Public' tab expecting to see couples having sex or masturbating in risky, public areas. It's never been my fancy, but it is kind of fun to see people brave enough to do sexy things in public. Instead, it's a list of different locations around town. I click on the one titled 'Library', and it takes me to what looks like a sign-up sheet with times and partner descriptions for what is titled 'dipping' across the top of the screen. I click on another location, and it's the same. Shaking my head, I continue my exploration by clicking on the 'Breeders' tab. The list is small, only about a dozen or so, but it's also not what I expected. The title 'Breeders' seems like a rude way of meaning girls who have children, right? Instead of links to sexy sites with girls, it's a list of what looks like social groups: 'Post Graduate Breeders', 'Breeders Network', "Dipping Advice From The Experts', and 'National Association of Breeders'. The last tab sounds out of place, "10 Ways You Can Stop Or Delay Dropping Your Eggs'. What the hell is going on here? Sigh, I'll try the last tab, 'Alphas'. I wonder what it has, tips to improve my usage of the alphabet? Once clicked, a very long window opens with tabs to what sounds like gay porn sites: 'Thick Cocks', 'Baby Daddies', 'Uncut', etc. Curiosity is an odd thing. It makes people do things they wouldn't normally do for the sake of knowing. Nothing else... just knowing. Not surprisingly, the 'Thick Cocks' link brings up a page of zoomed shots of rather large penises. Each one is different, but they all focus on the appendage and nothing else. I take a longer look at some of the pictures, again 'curiosity', and feel the same familiarity and interest as I did earlier. They really do look interesting. It's hard to describe why or admit, but I can't stop imagining how they would feel in my hands. They're so familiar. No, I'm not imagining... I'm remembering. I've done this before. No, I haven't touched one before, except my own, but I can almost describe the texture and hardness of one. The details are fuzzy, but it seems like a positive experience. This one, with the thicker head, reminds me so much of Chris's. Wait... no. That's not right. How the hell would I know what my roommate's cock feels like? Where did that thought come from?! What's that? Underneath his cock. It's... there's no scrotum. It's just the penis standing up on its own in such a cool, sexy way. Underneath it, where the base meets the body, is a cleft with a ridge of flesh stuck halfway out. The next picture shows the penis from directly underneath with the scrotum replaced by a vagina. Holy crap, they're all the same just like the girl that I wanked to. Picture after picture shows the same arrangement of sexual organs. There can't be that many hermaphrodites, can there be? The pictures flash by as I click to advance the site until it stops at a video player. Going all in, I click the 'play' button and watch as the camera looks up from being eye-level to a penis pointing straight back to the viewer. The owner looks feminine with smaller breasts, but as the camera pans back down the penis comes into view as a fist firmly strokes it. After only a couple of strokes a clear to white dribble seeps out and runs along the bottom from the tip sending a sharp shiver up my spine. I suddenly realize that I'm stroking my own with the video staring intensely at the screen. It's so... it's so sexy to see it drip a little like that. Another drop, bigger than before, gathers out of the small hole and follows the first as gravity pulls it downward. I've seen this before. I know its flavor. I remember the excitement that it brings to make it cum. It's a rush to feel it explode. Much like... ung! I grunt loudly as another, untimely, large bubble bloats through my gut followed by a ripple of energy that pushes its way out towards my fingers and toes and bounces back to my chest and gut. My legs curl up underneath my chair as I bend over. One arm holds my aching belly as the other reaches up to my now rock hard nipples. I hold this position wishing for the sensation to leave verbally hearing my voice choke. It quickly dissipates returning me to the sounds of a girl groaning as she cums across the camera screen. "Jerry! Quick, find your old yearbook," Chris announces blasting through the door holding his own. Couldn't he have knocked first? He stops two steps in as if he's seen something outrageous. "Holy crap! What happened to your room?" he asks openly laughing. Still dazed from the wave I continue to catch my breath while still hunched over. "What do you mean? What's wrong with it?" I scowl. "Nothing if you're a teenaged girl." he chuckles looking around as if it's alien. It's not like he's been in here hundreds of times. "I think our experiment was a success, and I have proof," his voice is giddy as he opens his old yearbook. I glance over my shoulder to him still facing away. We were friends going back to high school which is why we were so compatible to live in the dorms together. I look up and see the same yearbook on my bookshelf. He hurriedly thumbs through the pages until he reaches our class photos. They've changed. Our class was about a fifty-fifty mix of boys and girls. According to this yearbook we're all girls, or at least we look like girls. "See? Here's my picture. I look like a girl in here. Here! You do, too." We both stare slack jawed at the pictures of these girls pretending to be us. His replacement, while still feminine, looked only a little like a female Chris. Her hair was short and she was wearing a basketball jersey tank top showing only a minimum amount of curvature around her chest. My picture, on the other hand, was completely feminine and very busty. Her hair was tied up in two ponytails and the bottom of the picture cut off just underneath a rounded shelf beneath the stretched letters of our school's namesake. Holy crap! On the opposite page a nude class ensemble has the same girl, with her complete, busty figure, standing in the front of the group because she is so much shorter than the rest. Her breasts are prominently displayed covering her chest. "Look at your picture. I bet she's a total slut with tits that big." "Shut up, ass," I bark feeling sensitive to the insinuation. The name beside my picture says "Jeri". Just like my name. Is this the evidence we need to prove we've crossed over? "They misspelled your name," he says pointing to the same name I was look at. I don't answer. Instead, I reach up onto my toes and pull my yearbook down. Did I have to do that before? It seems taller than before. Opening the book I can see the usual assortment of well wishes from classmates written on the inside cover. One says "Good luck in college. Try not to drop your eggs too easily," followed by a smiley face. Another reads, "So proud to see a fellow breeder go to school. Good luck. Be strong and last as long as you can. P.S. U R Soo smart for a breeder! They have the mostest fun and B spoiled doing it". In the upper left corner my name is written in calligraphy - spelled Jeri. I grab a pen and paper, and testing my hypothesis, write my name as I've been called my whole life. Jeri. "No, I don't think so. My name is spelled 'Jeri'," I correct. "Yea, we need to get back to the group, asap. We definitely changed dimensions." Chris says impatiently. "How are you so sure? I mean, what makes you think things are different?" I ask noticing that the video is still replaying on the screen. If only... "Yea, I do. Do you even realize that your bed has pink and purple sheets, or that there's a girl with a dick cumming on your screen?" he asks. I look around shocked that I didn't recognize the bedsheets. He's right. All of my old furniture and posters have been changed out. My baseball team championship photo is now swapped with my favorite cheerleader team poster. Wait... my favorite cheerleader team? "Oh crap! Look at your nipples. It looks like they're swelling." I look over to the mirror on top of my white and cream colored dresser at my reflection. On my chest are two wide areola puffing out from my, admittedly chubby, chest. He continues ranting about what he thinks are changes, but I don't follow as I'm assaulted by a confusing set of opposing thoughts. Some of them are surprised and shocked at their presence while another is confused at the surprise as they've always been there. The two sets of emotions are seemingly overlaying themselves into my brain causing it to become sore. "...And what the hell is this?!" he barks shaking me from the mental tug-of-war. He's holding a rather large cupped bra open to show me. "Your dresser is full of girl's clothes, and from the looks of it a big tittied one." Embarrassed, I scowl at him and tug my shirt on before ripping the bra from his hands and tossing it to the floor. He had opened every one of my dressers and made a mess of my clothes. Are they MY clothes? I remember the dresser, but the clothes remain a mystery. Suddenly, a loud pop song begins playing, but I don't pay it any mind. Where the hell is it coming from? "Who's phone is that?" Chris asks pointing to the desk. I look over to the desk and see my phone flashing its light and playing the music. It has the pink phone case with cute stuffed, cartoon bear on the back that I bought at the mall. I reach over to answer it shaking my head at my absentmindedness of forgetting that cute ringtone I bought. "Don't be silly," I say before pushing the 'talk' button. Chris continues his mockery. Jerk. "Um, Jeri, it's Pete. Zoey's confirmed that we crossed over into a new dimension. We're leaving the library now to bring back the information we need. Can you meet us at the lab in ten minutes?" the familiar voice asks. Chris is looking at me expectantly, so I repeat what Pete said. Chris nods approvingly. "Sure thing. We think we have something to share, too." I reply. "Hey one more thing," Pete adds somewhat hushed. "Zoey is acting weirdly, but I'll have to explain it later, okay." "Um, okay. I think," my voice wavers at the odd news before hearing the connection end with a click. "What?" he asks. "He said that they also have information to show that we crossed over, and we need to get to the lab. He also mentioned that Zoey is acting strangely," I answer. "Well, so are you," he responds. I don't answer fearing that he may be right. As my roommate leaves through the door I look back at the mess he made of the clothes and wonder if they really are mine. I reach down to pick up the pants I came in with, but as I slide them up I realize that they must be Chris's. They're too long-legged for me. I don't remember having his clothes here, but because we're in a rush I find a clean pair of athletic shorts. After sliding it on I look at my reflection in the mirror again. The shirt is a little tight around the chest letting the outline of my darkening areola through showing that Chris was right about my chest looking puffy. Slipping on a pair of sandals I race out to catch up with my friend. A brief flutter of a memory asks myself if I've was naked when Chris was in the room earlier. Chapter 3 "Do you think it's possible?" Chris asks as we walk back to the lab. "What's possible?" I ask trying to keep up with him. He seems so much taller now and his stride is much longer. Am I getting shorter, or have I always been this way? "That we'll change into the girls in the yearbook," his voice is hushed. "I don't know. I feel that things are changing around us, but it's so hard to see what they are. Do... do you remember always being this tall?" I ask probing his experience. "I never thought I was tall, but I do remember you being taller," his admission sinks deeply inside of me. "I also remember your room being different. All of that pink, girly stuff wasn't there yesterday. I wonder if we were even in the right rooms. Where's your state championship medal, the one you baseball guys won last year? I didn't see the frame on the wall." I don't remember playing baseball. It was softball. Oh, he means my cheerleading medal! "Oh, don't you mean my cheerleader medal?" I reply correcting what seems to be an odd mistake considering what we were doing in the hotel that weekend. Out of curiosity, we experimented with each other. Really, it was just me between his legs, but it was a hell of a weekend. Hell, I spent more time in the hotel room with him than I did with the team. "Don't you remember us staying at the hotel... when I..." I stopped the sentence before the words could leap from my mouth. It couldn't be true. There's no way I would do something like that, gross! "Oh, um, nothing." I say sheepishly. "Have you had any thoughts that were strange or were confused about something since coming here?" "Yea. Your room for one. Remember those pictures in the yearbook? I remember taking them," his voice is uncertain. It's like we're looking down the lens of what could be the end of our existence watching it disappear piece-by-piece. "...and I remember wearing that jersey." We walk down the steps into the lab where the rest of the group is sitting in a semi-circle with Zoey and Pete standing by a projector showing what looks to be a photo they took of an open book. Zoey, however, is topless and doesn't look the least concerned about it. Chris slaps my shoulder and shakes it in his sexual excitement. We've all wondered what her breasts looked like being guys and all. To be honest, I'm impressed with them if not a little jealous. "It looks like our experiment was a success, so kudos to all of you. We have confirmed that, yes, we are in a different dimension or universe, or whatever," Zoey states to us as if presenting a presentation to a board meeting. "Dude, Zoey's showing us her tittays!" Chris unsuccessfully tries to whisper into my ear. Everyone stops the presentation and looks at us. Zoey doesn't look the least bit amused. "Let's get this over with now," she scolds, "Social etiquette is different here, and you'd best get ahold of yourself if you plan to not make an ass of all of us." She sighs and looks towards the other two of us. "I'm sure you've noticed how people seem to be willing to expose themselves around their friends. Unlike our uptight society, this society doesn't view their breasts as sexual temptations. Instead, they use them to convey familiarity and friendship. When with friends or close familiars it is expected to expose your breasts. Not doing so would be a social faux pas. Families within the household, because they are the most familiar with each other, are almost always nude. While it is expected to wear garments in formal, business, and educational settings, the use of blouses and shirts is really just a safety or hygienic decision. Here, there's no sexual message exposing your breasts, and you'd best get comfortable with it. As you can see, I'm trying to fit into society by participating in their habits and conforming to their habits by taking my blouse off." "Why should we have to 'get comfortable with it'?" Mel asks. "Because you all will have your own soon enough. You see, we entered a dimension where humans have always been hermaphroditic. There are no genders here as it pertains to us. These people don't know what a male or female are except in other organisms," she explains clicking her tablet causing the presentation page to turn. On it is a diagram of four different humans shown nude on a continuum. "Everyone has both male and female reproductive parts. Externally, their bodies will have an overall female appearance with breast and hip growth, but will possess a penis and vagina. Their testes are internal located along the sides of the ovaries, so anyone can mate with anyone else. It's a world without gender." I look at Chris who is looking back at me with a flushed face. I gulp and realize that some of this has already played out in our search in the yearbook. "Humans may not have genders, per se, but they do have societal roles that people play according to their genetic makeup. There are still masculine and feminine traits set along this continuum. On the far end, a person can be completely feminized to the point that he or she epitomizes a sexual stereotype. These people are called 'breeders' historically, because they are more likely to have sex and therefore reproduce. In fact, these 'breeders' are genetically predisposed to be highly sexual and are willing, and often do, get pregnant. Breeders are a special class within society where they are given special services for their willingness to bear children. These children are often sent to special homes for adoption shortly after birth. It is considered an accomplishment to be mated to a breeder as it will increase the genetic desire to carry on our genes. Externally, these 'breeders' do not have a large enough penis to reproduce, thus making them almost exclusively the recipient in a reproductive activity." My heart skips a beat remembering the notes in my yearbook and seeing the bra that Chris had taken. "The adoption rate last year was 99.4 percent," Pete chimes in always ready to throw in a statistic if possible. "To offset their reproductive prowess, humans have gained the ability to consciously control their ability to reproduce... a built-in birth control. You see, to create offspring now, one of the people must release an egg up to five or so days before having sex. It is almost always successful if copulations occurs. However, like a female cycle back home, if the egg isn't fertilized then it is expelled similarly to a period." His description sounds like a national geographic video back in school with its lack of subjectivity. "Um, they call it 'dropping an egg' or 'to drop your egg'. It really is a cute euphemism." Holy crap, that's what they were talking about in the yearbook. "On the other end of the spectrum is what is called 'alphas'. Alphas are very masculine while still retaining a vagina below their clitoris. However, their clitoris is often bigger similar to how the penis is a larger version of a woman's clitoris. Many alphas do get pregnant as pregnancy does not come with any negative connotations, however they are more likely to mate with those on the far end of the sexual spectrum like a breeder. Their history follows a similar history of our males with serving in the military and manual labor. Between the two extremes is any combination of masculine and feminine qualities." "Apart from our sexual differences, our societies have shared quite a bit of history. However, there have been less wars and warfare. It seems that cooler minds can prevail, if there's no competition to see who has the biggest balls, huh?" Pete adds. "For example, they never had a world war like we have. It was quite fascinating to chart this side of history." "What does that mean for us?" Mel chimes in prompting their next change of slide. "We believe that our presence within this dimension has created an imbalance," Pete answers. "To overcome that imbalance, I believe that we will change to match our counterparts who we have replaced." "Replaced?" Mel questions. "The girls from the portal," I mumble to Chris. "Yes, I saw them, too," he responds. "What do you mean change to match?" Mel is showing a lot more curiosity than normal. "Well, have you noticed any changes? It may be subtle, but our physiology may change to match a person born in this world. I know I've already lost a couple of inches and my scrotum has shrunk," Pete describes with no concern for personal boundaries. "Dude, too much information," Chris calls out like a frat boy then looks at my chest and stares creepily. "Stop staring, dork!" I nudge his arm. "Surely you've noticed some changes, Chris. Care to share with us?" Mel commands trying to keep this objective and on track. "Yea, Jeri and I have noticed quite a bit of changes. For example, our yearbooks show females versions of us, and Jeri's room is really girlied out," he adds. "It's not girlied out," I add saving me some embarrassment. "Plus, all the girls outside are topless," he adds with a smile. "So, that's it?" Mel asks. "Is there a way to stop the changes?" "No," Pete answers quickly and decisively. "The only way to change back to the way we were is to return to our dimension. However, I have a proposition while we're here. I'm going to set up a camera and chair over in the corner. If you can, at least once a day spend some time describing how you're doing and what changes you are witnessing. It will be a good way to keep track of how far into this dimension we have traveled." "There may be a problem about fixing the machine," Mel states, "It looks like we're going to need some very expensive parts to make it operational again. I'll devise a plan soon to get everything set back up. I suggest you take a turn with Pete's camera before heading in. Be as thorough as possible, but don't forget that others need to use it, too. Try not to talk to anyone or go out into public unnecessarily until we learn more about correct social constructs. We need to be careful by avoiding tampering any strings that may hold this universe together. We don't know how it will react to our presence and actions, so please don't do anything stupid." "It's possible that even walking around, you four guys may have started a chain reaction that could create a paradox for the universes," Zoey adds. "Try not to talk to anyone or be seen." Chris and I stand up to join Pete and Zoey, but Mel stops us. "I may need a favor from you two. Plan to present a request for more funds to the Dean soon. We'll need to purchase some expensive equipment, and the only way to get the money is to go through him. However, we may need to get our bearings straight beforehand. No need in causing a disruption with an inadvertent faux pas," he explains before looking at me with a confused look before returning to his tablet. "Aren't you going to get some rest after your video, Mel?" Chris asks. "I'll sleep when we return," he dismissively replies. Pete is finishing setting the camera up. He placed it facing a stool in front of the cinderblock wall behind some of the crates for privacy. Above the stool is a boom mic, probably snatched from the media room upstairs, and a bright LED light shining from behind the camera. It looks like a typical interview studio I've seen on television. "Okay, Zoey, you can begin. Just push this button and start," Pete instructs handing her a wired controller. I stick around long enough to hear her explain her findings at the library which is pretty much the same as what she showed us. Chris perked up when she began explaining her rationale for going topless. "On the way to the library, I noticed that everyone was giving me dirty looks. I didn't really care about random people's opinions of me, so I let it slide. After all, they were mostly topless and I'm not one to expose myself in public. I figured they were a part of some campus dare that I didn't hear about. It wasn't until I started reading up on the local, I call this 'place' local for brevity, history. Once Pete and I realized that their history is different, I started looking up social norms to see what's expected. If these people never experienced the social issues of gender disparity, then I'd have to retool my thinking in order to not offend. That's when it hit me that the people outside were upset because I was being rude. Think about it, in a world where everyone has breasts, they aren't considered a sexual tool and there's no taboo about exposing them. Sure, they are still elements of an attractive physique, but aren't butts, chests, and shoulders also considered attractive? I know that Pete was concerned, but it was important to try to fit into this reality. That's when I chose to take my shirt and bra off. It was uncomfortable at first, but after a few minutes it felt normal. I felt more at ease and noticed that others were being more friendly." She was taking her time with her explanations, as she is usually very thorough, but it was enlightening to hear someone else's experience. She's so brave to try that, especially with Pete there. Those are probably the first real boobs he's seen in his life as geeky as he is. I bet he couldn't keep his eyes in their sockets. He's like a little robot filling his head with stats and formulas forgoing any social connections. Pete once told me that his parents were so strict because education was so hard to find in their homeland of... is the Phillipines or Malaysia? Maybe it was Indonesia. According to Chris, this entire experiment is based on some equation that he came up with. It all sounds so much over my head. Glancing over, I see that Chris is staring at my chest lost in some daydream. "Hey, knock it off. Stare at hers, not mine," I bark punching him in the arm. "I was wondering, will you walk around topless, too?" he asks chuckling. "Wha- What do you mean?" I respond. "When you grow your boobs. Does that mean that you will start showing them off like the rest of the girls?" he adds. I balk at this insinuation. "No, I'm not, and be careful with your calling people 'girls' here. Girls don't exist in this dimension, remember?" I say. "I know, weird, huh?" he chuckles. "We landed on a planet of women, and we can't do anything about it." "Don't get too cocky, dude. According to Pete and Zoey, we're going to be card-carrying members of this world ourselves which means we'll both be sporting our own set of boobs," we both have a short laugh, but inside I'm wondering how far down that road I've already gone. "...so you can gawk at yours all day long." Chris's eyes widen. "I'd rather gawk at yours, dork," he teases anxiously. "How far along do you think we've come?" "Have you been able to recognize any of the changes?" I ask both to answer his question, but to also change the subject as we wait for Zoey. "Yea, I think. Your room is super girly now and we're girls in our old yearbooks... I mean local people. I haven't taken stock of myself, but I can't find anything different there," he lists as I take a notice of his lack of growth around his chest. He doesn't look like he's changed any. Chris does seem taller, but there's no other changes that I can tell. "Okay, you two, who's next?" Zoey calls wrapping up her session. "My turn!" he announces as Zoey stands up from the stool and runs over to it. He seems to be enjoying himself quite a bit, or maybe it's to escape our conversation. I run over to her allowing Chris to work on his own. "Hey, um, I was wondering about your, um, not wearing a shirt," I stutter awkwardly. "Um, do you plan to stay that way?" "Sure, why not? It's so much more freeing to be able to just let them breathe," she answers openly glancing down to my own chest. "You should try it." "Chris and I were talking about whether we are able to notice the changes. What made you take your shirt off at the library? Was it purely for social reasons, or was there a change in your thinking?" I ask trying to gain some insight into whether our behaviors will change with us noticing. "Oh, I see what you're looking for. At first it was both curiosity and to try to blend in, but then it just began to feel more natural. Other than your pervy other half," she teases nodding towards Chris, "no one has paid any mind. I'm telling you, it feels so much better and you'll get along with others," she offers logically enough to make me think she may be correct. "Plus, Chris has been ogling your breasts ever since you showed up. I mean, I can see why with you wearing that transparent shirt." "Breasts? I don't have breasts... yet," I counter shamefully. "Wow, you must be really out of it. Everyone has breasts, even you," she rambles making a tsk, tsk sound and shaking her head. "It seems the transition must have affected your memory as well as taking those amazing boobs of yours away. At least they're growing back pretty quickly. You look funny without them," her voice is quite cheery but she's not making any sense. I look down to see a rounding out on my chest. The shirt isn't hiding much as I can plainly see just how wide my areola have grown as their puffiness is apparent... but they're not breasts. "All done!" Chris barks jumping up and walking to us. I use it as a chance to avoid this conversation that I unfortunately started. "Hey, you!" Zoey greets Chris with the banter that comes with being friends. "Hey you back," he responds. "When are you going to get started on the networking..." she scolds as I walk over to the camera. I leave them to their work without the chance to question why she called made those remarks. I guess I'll have to ask her later. It's not like I can help anyway. Geez, sometimes I feel so useless around here. If it weren't for Chris, I wouldn't know anything about this program or the team. I reach down to the control and take a seat. These scientist types love to record and document everything. Pete was telling me that genuine data is better than prepared data because a person has the tendency to leave out important information if they try to prepare or plan. So, um, here goes nothing... click. Chapter 4 "I, um, I'm not sure how much I've changed since yesterday. Chris was making fun of my dorm room earlier, so maybe there's something there. He said it was 'girly', but I don't remember it being any different. Sure, they're the same sheets I used back home in grade school, but I really like those colors. Um, I think I was taller before, but now I'm not so sure. Everything feels a little taller now." It's hard to sum up a lifetime of details that may not may not be true without rambling or saying something that is embarrassing. I think I'll leave my bedroom activities private for now at least. "To be honest, I'm not sure what's real or not anymore. No, I'm not losing my mind. It's just that things seem to be changing just as we turn away. Like, Chris was teasing me about my bed sheets and cheerleader poster. For a moment, I had two memories fighting it out in my head. Like, he asked me about playing baseball, but I can't remember it. I do remember playing softball and cheerleading through... ugh!" I bend over clenching my midsection as it feels like my insides are being torn. I can faintly hear others groan, too, in the background as I cry out tearfully almost losing my balance and falling off. It's such as queer sensation that starts as a ballooning in my belly and radiates up to my chest and into my head like waves. Two, three, four waves wash over me with the forth as the most powerful sending my head reeling. I cough a few times and hold onto the stool to regain my bearings. The pressure eases in my gut but reinflates behind my sinuses between my eyes for just a second before disappearing. I'm left sore, uncoordinated, and slightly dizzy. My facial muscles are tense, so I open my jaw widely and try to massage the soreness away with my hands. Overall, it probably only lasts a few seconds, but it feels like an eternity. "Is everyone okay?" Mel's loud voice carries throughout the lab. One- by-one each of us sound off. My jaw tightens again, so I stretch it out again with my hands. In the fracas, my stool spun to the side. I have to reach down with my toes to spin it back to face the camera where they just hang unable to touch the ground. Once facing the right direction my legs spread and find a place for my feet on the stool's legs making me sit like a frog. My hands are holding the pad between my legs, and I can feel the flesh of my chest gently brushing against the inside of my arms. My hips are a little sore, but I bend my backside a little and they settle down with a pop from the small of my back. "Jeri, you cool?" Chris shouts from behind the boxes to my left. That's cool that he is so quick to check on me. There's an understanding between us. We have each other's backs. "Yea, I'm alright. (cough) Just a little sore," I reply turning my attention back to the camera realizing that the green light is still on. Oh, it's been recording the whole time. "That was a big one, huh?" he says but I don't bother answering. "What the hell are those?" Mel asks angrily. "I'm not sure, but I'd guess that they have something to do with us being in this dimension. I wonder if everyone feels them or just us," Pete adds. "It may be just you," Zoey says. "I felt it, but it didn't punch me in the gut like it did with you all. Say, Chris, can you come over here and help me finish some documentation? I want to see something." "Alright. So... um, I'm not sure where I left off, so I'll just end by saying that I'm trying to pay attention to any changes. If I can remember any, I'll try to remember to share next time," I hurry to click the stop button. I really just need to go process all of this information on my own. "I'm going to go back to the dorm to clean up the mess you made," I call to Chris with a reason so I don't look like I'm just running away. "No problem. I might be a while, so don't wait up," he answers holding his shirt open allowing Zoey access to his chest. I'm not really sure what's happening, though, as they are faced away from me. Zoey sees me looking back and waves. Before leaving the building, I make a quick pit stop in the restroom. My midsection is still pretty tender, and I can feel some discomfort between my legs that I need to investigate. About half-way through peeing I think about how silly I am for holding my clit downward like that. Sure, it's pretty big but it's not like it's going to start shooting around like a fire hose. How funny would that be? A quick spray with the toilet helps me feel that the center of the soreness is directly behind my balls. Did I smoosh them while sitting on the stool? The walk across the campus isn't nearly as exciting as it was yesterday. Maybe I've just gotten used to it all. It's happened a few times back in school when I went on a porn bender and almost expected people to be fucking in public. I remember how disappointed I was when they weren't. I mean, people dip all the time, but just at sanctioned areas. Too bad I can't attend them. There's no way a breeder like myself would leave without getting knocked up. It would be fun, but I'd drop my egg in the first five minutes. Wait a tic, where did that thought come from? Argh! It's the dimension playing with my mind, again. You know what? I think I may have an inside on this whole universe thing. What if I explore those thoughts when they come to me, then I could relay more information to the team? They don't seem to be as affected as I am. It would be like taking a peek into this world. Yea, like a spy. I could be useful after all. I just have to be super careful to separate those thoughts from my own or I may not know which is which. An exasperated sigh escapes as I walk into our shared dorm. Chris made a mess with my clothes, so now I have to put everything back. Yea, he's cute and all but a pain to live with. I quickly disrobe and throw the garments onto the bed. Zoey was right, it is such a relief to go like this. Kneeling down in the middle of the mess I sit with my legs bent on either side to begin putting my clothes back. Each piece of clothing feels both foreign and familiar as I can feel the memories merge. As the clothing begins to stack up in separated piles I grab the large bra that Chris was teasing me about. He's right, it is quite large. Each cup looks to be as big as my head! Maybe they're big enough to hold an entire cantaloupe - two in fact! It's so silly looking. Will I ever be able to fill it? My hands bring it down to my chest and gauge the size and the fabric cups as they dwarf my own, pointed swells. They look so empty and sad. What would it be like to have breasts this large? Would they be bouncy and uncontrollable? Would that make me the busty friend that everyone wants a picture of so they can show their friends? Do large breasts equal ditziness or sexual promiscuity in this world? On a whim, I reach around and try to clip the two sides together behind my back. It's a bit tight needing a few more inches to connect. I'm not sure if I'm excited or scared knowing that I might fill these cups, though. They would be impressive show- stoppers for sure. It reminds me of when I first realized that I was different. "Mom (sniff)," I whimper walking into mom's room upstairs, "I don't wanna go back to school tomorrow." "Oh, dear. What's wrong?" she bends down to stroke my chubby cheek. I've just gotten home from school where my friends all tease me. Over the summer my chest has gotten puffy creating small cones that point out. During gym they really started to bounce around as I ran, and it hurt. "They're all making fun of me (sniff)," my voice is breaking so much that it's hard to speak. "What for? I thought you liked your friends," she comforts. "They... they called me a, um, bre