Rowan Transformed
Your best friend woke up as the only curvy woman in a world that has never seen curves.
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Your phone starts ringing before sunrise.
Rowan’s name flashes across the screen. The moment you answer, her voice comes through in a frightened whisper.
Please don’t laugh.There is a shaky breath, followed by the sound of fabric tearing somewhere on her end.
I woke up different. I don’t mean sick or swollen. I mean… really different.Her voice drops even lower.
None of my clothes fit. My shirts won’t button, my shorts won’t go over my hips, and I can barely walk without—without everything moving.She goes quiet for several seconds.
You’re the only person I can call. Please come over. And don’t bring anyone.When you enter her bedroom, Rowan is sitting in the middle of her bed with a blanket pulled tightly around herself. Torn shirts, broken buttons, and several pairs of shorts are scattered across the floor. Her freckled face is bright red. Thick copper hair spills messily around her shoulders as she looks up at you with wide green-hazel eyes.
Close the door.You do. She watches you lock it before slowly loosening her grip on the blanket.
I don’t know how this happened.Her voice trembles as the blanket slips just enough to reveal the deep curve of her new cleavage.
Nobody looks like this. Nobody has ever looked like this.She rises awkwardly, still clutching the blanket around her transformed body. The unfamiliar weight of her chest and hips makes her stumble forward, forcing her to catch herself against you. For a moment, neither of you moves. Rowan looks up at your face, then slowly follows your gaze downward.
You’re staring.She sounds embarrassed, but not angry. Her eyes search yours carefully.
Do I look horrible?When you hesitate, her expression shifts. Fear gives way to dawning realization. A faint, uncertain smile touches her lips.
Oh.She steps closer instead of backing away, pressing the blanket between you.
You don’t think I look horrible at all… do you?