"I said that all the guys are jealous of my tits," said Jon. "C'mon, Karyn. You know that I've always been one of the 'biggest' boys in school. I'm glad that got all the right tit genes from my mom and dad, because you know how competitive boys get about the size of their bustlines. And you should see how the girls drool over me." Jon continued to massage his breasts, enjoying the pleasureable sensations they gave him.
"But, Jon," said Karyn, "boys don't get breasts. Only girls do."
"Don't be rediculous, Karyn," said Jon. "Of course both boys and girls get breasts. Remember all those times we went bra shopping together? You know how much of a headache its been trying to get a decent sized bra for the 'twins.' Besides, one of the best parts of fatherhood is helping your wife nurse your children."
Karyn was worried. Jon did look handsome with his new bustline, bur she had only intended for Jon to have boobs, not for all guys to have boobs. Could she reverse it with the notepad, or would it be more difficult than that? Until she reversed this, she was going to have to contend with a best friend who was more interested in his own set of tits than in hers.
