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Jon stared down at his eight breasts simultaneously horrified and aroused. His Percy side won out and he reached up fondling his breasts. Giggling, he glanced up at the picture and studied it. The girl looked like the sort, addition breasts aside, who'd be friends with Sarah. He guessed that meant he was now the sort of girl who'd be friends with Sarah.
She looked down at the stone wondering if she should make that fact rather than conjecture.
