Jon, in his mom's tan blouse and the plainest bra he could find, decided to go to the mall anyway. It was a short walk from his house, and Karyn was waiting outside for him. "Nice rack, Jon." He blushed. "Your mom had to stock groceries and forgot again?"
"Yeah. Does this happen often?" Jon regretted this as soon as he said it. She looked at him like he was an idiot. "...I don't know, does it? Yeah! Sometimes you get her hair or her hands. One time you got her vagina right under your stuff. At least I think it was only the one time. You didn't... wish for this, did you?"
Damn, but Karyn was quick. "Yeah. I wished for my family to be able to do that. Didn't think this would happen..." She grinned. "Jon, you're so stupid sometimes. Well, let's go. Maybe we can stop by a clothing store and get your mom a nice blouse?" Karyn snickered as Jon just muttered and walked by. "Let's just go..."
Jon was quickly becoming uncomfortable. All through the mall, he was stared at; specifically at his ample, if slightly saggy, cleavage. The blouse, while plainly colored, was rather skimpy and he might as well just have been wearing his bra. ...His bra? These weren't his, at least, not for long. He felt like he was on display, and the gentle bounce bounce bounce as he walked wasn't helping matters any either. This definitely wasn't a normal trip to the mall.
