"Damn it, Jon," said Karyn, "Let's just go back to your house and fix this before somebody sees."
"Somebody sees what?" said an annoyingly familiar voice from behind the two friends. It belonged to Sarah McMillan, the head cheerleader who had always been decidedly less than fond of both Karyn and Jon.
"Oh my!" she said, barely holding back a laugh as she glanced at Karyn's completely flat chest, "Did you forget to stuff your bra this morning?"
It didn't help matters that the shape of Karyn's oversized bar was still visible through her shirt.
"Fuck off, Sarah" said Karyn, pointedly. She usually wasn't quite as terse but right now she just wasn't in the mood.
"Excuse me?!" said Sarah with absolute indignation, marching right up to Karyn, "What did you just say?"
"I said 'Fuck off'!"
With very nearly a growl, Sarah swiped at Karyn, tearing her blouse right down the middle and sending buttons flying. Before she even knew what was happening, Karyn's shirt had been ripped right open. Sarah, though, was surprised by what it revealed. There were Karyn's tiny breasts with a blue bra hanging like a hammock right underneath them.
"What the fuck?!" laughed Sarah, "Is that even normal you freak?"
Karyn turned bright red with both embarrassment and anger.
"Let's see how you like being a freak, bitch," shouted Karyn, grabbing the vial from John and sending a generous portion right into Sarah's face.
