In a shout of pain, Cree bolted upright out of the twin sized rack. Ripping his shirt over his head, he stared in disbelief at his muscled chest. There, where is rubbery nipples used to sit were two very soft, flat circles of light tissue instead.
Cree recalled the warnings he’d read ten days before and began to gingerly touch the soft tissue on his chest. Even the gentlest touch stung, and he quickly quit that. He didn’t see any breast tissue, or feel anything else out of the ordinary for that matter.
Without knowing what to do, he showered, dressed, and ate a quick breakfast. Checking one last time, Cree noticed that his nipples had returned to normal.
“Huh.” Maybe he’d imagined the whole thing?