Jon was setting two glasses of water down when Karen returned, bra in hand and a distant look on her face. "Something wrong?" he asked.
"Something's been bothering me, quite literally, since I changed back," Karen answered. "Specifically, it's this stupid thing. It didn't resize with the girls, so it was uncomfortable and unflattering. Thankfully, I can get away without it now. But that got me thinking: Does everyone still know me a Boobs McGee?"
The gears in Jon's head started turning. "Well, the stone did create the dresser, but it didn't directly create 'the girls'. I guess reality doesn't update with them. That could be a problem."
"Tell me about it," Karen continued. "I might be amenable to showing off for my boyfriend every now and then." That made Jon grin sheepishly. "Maybe. If he's lucky. But I definitely don't want to live the rest of my life being defined by my cup size. So, I was wondering if you'd mind if I made a wish?"
Jon moved to fetch the stone. "Have any specific details in mind?"
