OOC: Inspired by an RP where I play an eight-year-old Liz. Feel free to decide if your own characters suffer from the same weird situation or not.Liz woke up early that morning, finding herself in a bed that seemed larger than usual. The girl, however, was still half asleep and shrugged the odd experience off. She climbed out of bed and up to the
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But that sleepy voice sounded sweeter and softer than usual, the voice of a young girl rather than a young woman. Her hair was silky and smooth, and fell to her waist instead of just past her shoulders. Her tanned skin was now a creamy white, unblemished by the sun, and her normally toned and athletic body surprisingly soft. The tank top that once fit around a curvaceous frame now was loose and baggy, dwarfing the child bundled up inside.
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"K-Katelyn...?" Liz murmured in a soft voice that reflected her timidity even more than when she'd come to St. Catherine's. "What... What happened to your breasts...?"
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"Mmm?" A sleepy moan was the only response at first, followed by a soft giggle. Katelyn guided Liz's hand to her chest, unsure of what Liz had meant or if she had even heard her correctly. But as their hands reached her breasts, something didn't feel quite right. Something was...different, somehow.
"Hn?" As her tired mind tried to make sense of this curious sensation, the Slayer gradually became more and more awake. Her eyes slowly opened and glanced downward, seeing an empty space where her curves normally would be. Startled, the girl quickly sat up, her overly-large tank top sliding off one shoulder as she did so. "L-liz?" The normally confident girl seemed worried by this which she did not understand. "What, what's going on?"
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