Things to keep in mind: Metamorphosis, hermaphroditic genitalia growth, folklore vs science, outer boroughs, sex, multiple narrators, gender stereotypes.
Brittany, a large and heavyset young woman, awoke one morning to find that while she had slept she had lost the baggage that had years ago claimed the confidence young women are expected to have. She might not have noticed this had she not formed the habit of placing a flimsy full-length mirror against the wall next to her bed so in the mornings she could see her supine body as a slightly flatter (and thus skinnier) version of her upright pear-shape. This morning, as she shifted from deflated-horizontal to familiar sitting-water balloon her breasts and stomach did not reshape around her hips. Two unfamiliar legs swung from under her floral duvet and delicately planted themselves on her carpet. As the immense quantity of fabric that was her nightgown followed suit, Brittany realized that those slender ankles were now her own. She held out her arms and pushed up ruffled sleeves to reveal smooth thin pale protrusions that ended in perfectly pointed fingertips painted her usual beigey pink. She used these hands and fingers to feel around her bed searching for wet spots, puddles, fatty chunks of flesh, reminders of the shape she was before she had fallen asleep. Finding nothing but more nightgown and sheet, she stood and faced herself in the mirror.
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