Cara had been in a restless mood the night before, and as a result had worked herself until she was so tired that she'd only bothered removing her gloves and boots before curling up to sleep.

She woke to ill-fitting leathers that were loose and bunched in the very few places they weren't painfully tight and constricting. Hurriedly tugging at the laces, it wasn't until she'd finished peeling out of them, that she noticed that the problem wasn't with her leathers.

For starters, her breasts were missing.

She ran too large hands over her newly flat chest to confirm her eyes weren't playing tricks with her. This was a problem for a number of reasons, not least of which being that she was rather fond of them. Another reason made itself clear when her hands drifted lower, and she swore. Loudly.

[ooc: door closed, post open]