The Rack

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Andrea flipped through her photo album in shock. She wouldn't have believed it if she wasn't looking at them herself. She knew she hadn't needed a bra before she turned 15, but the pictures tell a different story. In the photo album, the pictures of her 15-year-old self, had large breasts. Bigger than what a teen that age should have. Flipping back, she found that she got her first bra at the age of 12. 3 years earlier than she remembered.

Andrea closed her photo album. Whatever caused her growth affected more than the people around it. It changed her entire life. That was terrifying. There was no way she could tell what else had changed. It wasn't like she could call home and ask her mother about her life. With a sigh she fell back onto her bed. She grimaced as her unbound breast shook with the impact.

She couldn't think of anybody she could ask to help either. None of the people at "The Rack"

noticed anything changing. Her roommates' memories changed as well as her bust size. The average person would think she was crazy. Hell, she thought she was crazy. Boobs just don't grow and shrink like that. But hers did. And it wasn't only hers. The manager, Elizabeth, hers did too. But she didn't notice a thing. Andrea believed she was the only one to notice the changes. Which meant she had to go back there. It was the only way she could get any more information on what happened and why.

Now that she decided that she was going back, Andrea had to figure out just how she was going to get the information she wanted. She knew she couldn't ask any of the employees. None of them reacted to her changes in size. Not even Elizabeth. And Andrea's breasts had shrunk right in front of her. She was going to have to do this on her own.

There was a knock on her door. "Andrea," Diane called. "Is everything okay? We didn't mean to upset you."

Andrea sighed. She had quickly left her friends after hearing what they remembered of her past. "Everything's okay," she answered. "I was just . . . suddenly homesick."

"Really?"

"Yes, really," Andrea said. "I'm just sitting here, looking through a photo album. Remembering home. You can come in if you like." For a moment, Andrea thought Diane wouldn't take her offer. Then her bedroom door slowly opened.

In the open door, stood Diane and Mary. They both had apologetic looks on their faces. "Are you sure it's alright," Mary asked. "If you need some alone time, we can go away."

"It's alright," Andrea assured her friends. She waved them in. "Come in. We can look through my pictures together."

Slowly the two women approached Andrea. With every step they watched her. Making sure that their presence was accepted. "What pictures are you looking at," Diane asked as they approached.

"Just some pictures of me when I was in high school," Andrea answered.

Mary sat next to Andrea and looked at the album. "Andrea," she said. "How old are you in this picture?" Diane sat on the other side of Andrea and looked at the picture. She couldn't help but to start staring.

Andrea didn't blame them for staring. The picture was almost the same as what she remembered taking. She was wearing a Minnie Mouse T-shirt and matching shorts. Her hair was in pigtails. She had an open smile on her face, like she was laughing. She remembered that her mother had made a fool of herself just to get her to smile. She had gotten braces the week before and was embarrassed about them. The only thing different were her breasts. It's not often you see a 12-year-old girl filling a D-cup bra.