"Well," Jon paused, "about that I wish I was on a one-week vacation somewhere where no one minds a guy with girl-boobs right now!"
"What!? Jon, you son of a-"
Karyn was interrupted by a sudden bright flash and when it cleared, Jon was gone.
"I'm sure she'll forgive me," Jon muttered. "I didn't want to leave her like that, but I knew I would cave if she tried to make a debate out of it. The whole point of this was so that I can make wishes, by myself."
Jon could feel his perky, A-cup breasts brushing against the fabric of the C-cup wishing bra. After examining them for a moment, he looked around to see where his hasty wish had brought him for a vacation.
"Well, this wasn't what I expected at all "
