Christin testing her ability...
Luanne couldn't help but notice that her daughter looked slightly different but still adorable...
She felt heavier in front, like she had a weight tied to her. She almost tripped a couple of times. Christin was still groggy. Then she noticed her hands. They were longer.
This snapped her awake. She was no longer tired. Christin looked down at herself.
Her hands were larger. Her legs were long and her toes stuck out of her stockings. Her hips were round. And her...
Christin stared down at her... partially exposed breasts?
They pulled her forward when she walked.
"Oh!" she yelped.
Christin looked at herself. She was still dressed in yesterday's clothes, which were now...
Her button-up shirt had opened in front. The sides barely reached over the edges of her newly formed chest. This was the embarrassing part. She ran to the room that she and Luanne shared.
She found one of Luanne's robes and put it on over her damaged outfit.
Her shorts had broken and there was ... hair?
The robe was still tight around the chest, though. None of Luanne's bras fit her either, the straps digging hard into her shoulders.
Christin never liked stealing, but she had to find some of Janey's bras.
Christin came out of her sister's stash of lingerie with a still-too-tight bra.
Not by much, though. She still felt somewhat clumsy in her older body, her new adult body.
"Max! There you are! It's me, Christin!"
Max leapt onto Christin and sniffed her for a second. She then licked Christin.
Christin paused for a minute, listening to her own voice. Deeper, and more feminine.
"Good morning, Christin," Carl said.
"Good morning, Carl," she replied sweetly.
Carl's head snapped up for a minute, regarding Christin. He looked into his tea, looked up again, and then emptied the cup into the sink.
"Yes Carl?" she replied.
"Why are you wearing Luanne's robe, that is three sizes too small?" he questioned.
Christin blushed and tried to pout like she usually did. It just turned into a scowl. "Carl, I have to..." she said, testily.
Meanwhile, Luanne shakily made her way down the stairs. She sat down at the table.
She regarded Christin carefully, looking her up and down for a few seconds.
"Christin, how many times have I told you NOT to wear my robes?" she said.
"Cut it out, Luanne," she grumbled.
"Cut what out? Please change into one of your own garments, Christin."
Christin's left eyebrow twitched and she took a deep breath.
"Good morning, Janey!" said Christin.
Janey started to reply, but then she looked at Christin.
"Hey, little girl, I don't think that robe's your size," she said, and then broke out into a fit of laughter.
"Ohayo, Paul," said Christin.
"Good morn-" Paul stared at Christin. She didn't look away but held his gaze. He then looked around at everyone else.
"-Christin?" he questioned.
"Yes Paul?" she said. Finally, someone acts like they notice! she thought.
"Christin, why are you wearing Luanne's robe?"
So she stood up to get some tea, and everyone saw her new height.
Some of her old clothes popped underneath.
"Yup! I still feel like me... I'll always be me. sorry about stretching out your robes, Luanne. And Janey, sorry about doing the same thing to your bra. I didn't plan to, it's just..."
"You're wearing MY bra now?! And it's too small?!"
Paul had been staring at her ever since he noticed her new height.
Breakfast finished with a few questions, like what did it feel like, what is it like to go from being a kid to an adult, stuff along those lines.