She woke from her nightmare and felt cold sweat dripping down her forehead and back. Her instant reaction was to take a deep breath and look at herself to make sure she was still the same person she always was.
She felt slightly dizzy and took a moment to take the sleeveless sweater off over her head, revealing the soft blueish black undergarment that Yolanda had given her to impress Art when she had grown up.
At the moment it was a bit too loose, especially since her breasts hadn't developed yet, the string that was tied in a bow held the two sides of it together like a little present. She welcomed the cool air that graced her open collar and shoulders, sliding down the loose cloth and over her body.

She didn't feel any better though, in fact she started to feel worse as her stomach started to knot up. She wanted to rip the soft black arm warmers that ran from almost her shoulders to her fingertips off of her, as well as the ones that went from her thighs to her toes, but she held herself back from doing so and shook her head slightly as her temples continued to pound.
Maybe a glass of water would make the feeling go away. As she tried to stand up, her legs didn't obey her and caused her to instantly sit back down.
She gritted her teeth lightly and flipped over on her stomach. Her fingernails gripped the sheets and pulled her more onto the bed as the air left her lungs, her tongue instinctively licking her lips slowly. She returned to laying on her back, her eyes meeting the mirror on her nightstand. What she saw frightened her however.

Her curiosity didn't allow her to look away, and she watched as her hair appeared to crawl down her back and across the sheets. She wanted to call out to someone for help, but the thought of her body changing now and the need for privacy suddenly became her priority, so instead she tried to keep quiet as she opened her mouth to breathe.
She liked the new hair coming in and accepted it as she continued to stare, enjoying how it started to flow down her shoulders. Her tongue went over her lips again instinctively, and she felt them begin to fill out. She tried to control herself and forced her body back onto the bed sitting straight up, but she couldn't resist for long as she felt her back jerk her forward, a light yet unpainful crack reaching her ears.
The tight feeling continued to get worse until she realized that it wasn't just a feeling she was getting. Her shorts were slowly getting tighter on her until the seams began to rip apart and the button on the front popped off. She felt them pull down hard for a moment as she could literally feel the jeans grip her ass, and after a brief second of pain, her shorts began to split from her back down.

She listened to the zipper in the front slide down until it reached the bottom, at which point she gripped her shorts and tried to tug them off, not wanting them to be destroyed by her aging, but a moment later the tear extended further down and around her shorts, revealing the matching underwear with white lace trim.
The feeling of being half naked would have normally made her flush and cover herself, but this time it made her pause from saving the nearly destroyed shorts, as the seams on the shorts ripped open. The shorts seemed to hold for a moment around her form, as though holding onto her inner thighs and hips, before they ripped completely apart. She gripped the destroyed shorts and let them fall gently down in front of her, glancing briefly at them before looking back at her body. She liked how tight her shorts had been on her, and found it a bit annoying that their own smallness had been their undoing.

Her eyes fixated on her body as her hips widened gradually, curving her body more. She could feel her legs lengthening and growing, pulling the black leg warmers tight over her thighs and feet as she felt herself growing an inch in height ever few seconds. Her undershirt began to pull tighter over her growing body, as she could feel the air sliding over her navel which for once she found to feel good rather than bad. The tight feeling began to leave her stomach, but it moved up to her chest and made it hard for her to breathe. She could feel the arm warmers tightening around her elbows and wrists as she felt the bell around her neck jingle slightly. The ribbon that held the bell in place wrapped slightly tighter around her neck, but loosened as the cold metal rolled up her collarbone causing her to shiver slightly.

For a moment she became lightheaded and had the sensation of drowning which scared her, but the moment quickly passed and she took a deep breath, which was followed by her eyes meeting with her chest in the mirror. She watched as her chest slowly pressed forward into the soft fabric causing the split in the middle of her breasts to become more pronounced until she could see the lower area of her breasts as they expanded in size. Even in the privacy of her room she felt a deep blush flow over her face, and she instantly reached up to cover them, feeling her flat chest gradually force even her strong hands forward without a fuss. The sensation of embarrassment faded as she felt them push forward even harder. The idea of being more attractive to the boy she liked made her feel more into the idea, and she let her hands slip off of her breasts. She watched with curiosity as they pushed the small slit open further pulling the bow taut before they started to slow their growth. She noticed this and then noticed that they hadn't grown very far at all and reached up to give them a light squeeze as though to urge them on, but she was rewarded with a slight bolt of pain from even the light squeeze.

She shook the disappointment out of her head and noted that Yolanda had predicted she wouldn't have big breasts as her undergarments seemed to fit her perfectly. It almost felt insulting that she couldn't be as voluptuous as her, but she sighed heavily and remembered that Yolanda was almost a full grown woman, and she only had the body of a sixteen year old.

She could easily tell that it was her in the mirror, but she noticed all the different traits as well. Again she felt a slight pang of frustration as she noted her height had barely increased a foot and she knew she still stood under 5 ft 5. She felt the strength and warmth of her new body as she breathed in deeply and felt a feeling of euphoria that matched one of being given pure oxygen to breathe.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door, and although she naturally didn't like the idea of him hitting on her when she looked so young, she hated the idea of him hitting on her while she looked older.