Jon picked the bra up to examine it. He was no expert on the matter, of course, but from the few pieces of information he had gathered through osmosis (from Karyn talking to other girls on the matter), he figured that this black piece of cloth was a sports bra, abet for a girl with almost no chest, since the cups were nearly flat.
Why had he been given this? Who had taken the stone? Was this really a magical item of equal value to the one he had lost? And even if it was, would the magic be worth the, ah, physical changes its use would necessitate?
All these questions and more were swirling around in Jon's head as he fingered the cloth. Finally he decided that it was much to early and he was far to tired to figure it out now. Jon slipped back under his covers and flipped off the nightlight, but as he was doing it, either by accident or by design he clipped the bra on, with as much ease and grace as if he had been doing it for years.
The time was 12:45. By 1:00a.m. Jon was sound asleep, but magic wasn't. The bra shuddered and began to rise up off the chest that previously it had laid flat against. The breasts formed were small, nearly an A cup, and easily hid by a baggy shirt. But even in his unoccupied state Jon felt them grow and became aroused.
