Karen made her way to the bathroom in a daze. Once inside she removed and discarded the red sweater, then stared blank-faced at her reflection. There she saw her breasts, still squeezed together and sitting high on her chest. And two sizes too large.
She wiped the remaining tears from her eyes and pursed her lips. "Anything, huh?" she thought to herself. She drew on all the focus she could muster to recall how she'd looked just two days ago. Much to Karen's relief, her breasts bent to her will and returned to B-cups that hung naturally, unsupported.
She fastened and repositioned the bra, noticing how it gapped around the sides and top. Finally, she donned her old green jumper. She took another deep breath and nodded with resolve at her reflection: time to go.
