It was still night and Robin's light was on in her bedroom.
Robin wished, "Dear pill, I wish I had my beautiful old body back, and that I had lots and lots of friends and was really REALLY popular!", Robin popped the pill. Her fat flesh and a lot of well toned muscle returned. Not too toned, just the right amount jiggle and bounce to her ass. Her breasts then began to grow.
Robin watched as she grew from an A cup, to a B, to a C, and cupped her breasts in her hand, "Wow! A LOT more sensative!", she thought, and giggled. "What!? I never giggle!", she jumped to her feet and saw her reflection in her mirror. She was the perfect cheerleader. She had large breasts, a beautiful body and a perfect face, a lot more beautiful than before!
Then her room began to change, her wallpaper, dresser and all the other stuff changed from sensible greys and blues to various shades of yellow and shocking pink. "Oh no!", thought Robin, not believing her eyes. Her clothes in her open wardrobe changed from conservative attire to racy and adventurous items, low cut blouses, short skirts and similar stuff.
"Hang on a minute, if was is really me, wont everyone be jealous of the beautiful, bright, busty femme fatale?", she thought, then it struck her. She remembered the most popular girl in school, also one of the prettiest, and the bustiest, had been turned away from the cheerleading squad because she couldn't remember the moves!
In short, her room had transformed itself from the room of an intelligent, articulate girl, into that of a bimbo. "Oh shit!", exclaimed Robin, as she scrabbled for her desk, "my books, I gotta get them outta here, they'll get changed too!", Robin moved for her books, and noticed that her coordination was a little off. Her breasts brushed against the chair at her desk as she looked at the books. They were still changing.
She sat down, amazed at this wonderfully interesting process, after al she could just wish for all her old attributes back, right?
She flicked through the pages and scanned the comments, and her work. She stopped at one page and watched the comment on one long essay she had written on the Wall Street Crash changing slowly.
"Excellent essay, good structure, ..."
"Good effort, "
"Must try harder, read up first"
Then the essay stopped having a comment for a while and was simply marked with a tick.
Robin waited a couple of minutes while the tick simply stayed there, and realised that she was daydreaming, and was more than a little more horny than usual. She looked back at the book and the comment was back, she giggled happily, excited, and put her finger to the comment to read it. Reading was a little difficult now, "I never read with my finger", she said out loud to herself.
"NOT ... A ... CAR .... ACCIDENT!!!", she read out loud, and giggled, not realising the significance of the comment, and dropped the book on the floor.
Robin then decided to ...
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