Trading more than just the crotch

I looked down at my hands, pressed tightly against my crotch, then looked up at Bobbi. Up? Oh no. She'd been a bit tall for a girl, and I'd been a bit short for a boy. Now that we switched genders, I was a short girl, and she was a tall boy. She was almost a full head taller than me! We both jumped back in shock. The effects were still taking place. Bobbi was getting **all** of my secret, not just my genitals. Her hands shot up to her chest and her mouth dropped open in a gasp, a single word escaping: "falsies." I mirrored her, but made the opposite discovery. She had my A-cup fake breasts, and I had grown my own very real ones at about the same size. We stood there gaping at each other. Fortunately, our clothes changed sizes with us and still fit, but I knew the other girls would notice we looked different. I couldn't think about that for too long, though, because Amy poked her head out of the back door and called us back in. I guess her conversation with her mom was over.