"Hey, Ellen," Jon said, approaching her. Ellen Jackson had been a close friend of his since early childhood. They were practically inseparable. He paused for a moment, getting a strange look on his face, and Ellen noticed.
"Something wrong, Jon?" she asked.
He reached up and touched his head. He had this feeling that he was friends with someone else. Kara? Marlyn? He shook his head, causing his longer hair to swoosh back and forth. He must have been mistaken. He was never closer friends with anyone other than Ellen.
"Oh my god, Jon. You're not wearing a bra," his friend said.
Jon snapped his fingers. "I knew I forgot something when I was upstairs."
"You know, for someone who doesn't like guys staring at his chest, you sure are absent-minded for the things that matter most."
"I'll be right back. Unless you want to join me," Jon said.
"That actually sounds like a good idea," she said, glancing over at a couple of guys nearby that were leering at Jon. "Why did so many pervs get invited to this party anyway?"
"Who knows?" Jon said, shrugging. Then he and Ellen headed upstairs to his room, his C-cup breasts bouncing as he walked.
