"Anything?" Greg laughed, trying his best to imitate a girlish giggle. "Prove to me you know how to treat a woman. Show me how one of these works."
Sam watched as Greg pulled something from his purse and chucked it across the room. Before he could think, Sam's impulsively pulled the objected from the air. He looked down to see what he assumed was one of Trish's E-cup bras. Sam always had a crush on Trish. She was a nerdy, Jewish girl with curly black hair and a bust that was just slightly too large for her build.
"Heh," Sam laughed awkwardly. He was embarrassed to hold Trish's bra; it felt like an invasion of her privacy. "I think I like taking these off more than I like putting them on. If you stick around for a bit, maybe I could give you an example."
"Oh, really? You don't find that your boobs hurt after a long day at work?"
Sam laughed again, somewhat turned on by the thought of Alexis' breasts. "These feel perfectly fine after a long..." Sam jokingly grabbed his chest to show off his manly physique, but he stopped when he felt something unusual moving underneath his shirt. "What the fuck! he yelled with a higher pitch voice.
Slowly but surely, a pair of perky breasts grew from Sam's chest, slowly stretching his cheap Polo shirt to its limit. When he looked up to Greg, he noticed that the two of them were no longer at eye level. Everything around him looked bigger than normal.
"Here, babe." Greg walked over and helped unbutton Sam's pants before his jeans started to cut into Trish's pale hips. "How about us girls walk back across the hall and take a closer look at your wardrobe. The tomboy look doesn't suit you."
