By 3:35 Jon was starting to get desperate. He had tried everything, but still couldn't figure out the trick of the bra. It wasn't anything like the stone because wishing didn't work. He tried a hundred different phrases besides directly wishing, but after chanting "Boobs boobs, magic boobs, give me something fun to use," he realized that speaking his requests was probably a lost cause. Writing didn't help either, and he had tried an even greater variety of attempts in that regard. He even tried praying, both out loud and in his head. Nothing worked!
"This is ridiculous," he complained to himself. "Why the hell would someone give me this stupid bra and not even tell me how to use it? Unless they're just some ass who wanted to steal my stone and pull a whammy of a prank at the same time. Well fuck you prankster. Fuck you, and fuck this bra, and fuck the stone too while I'm at it. Fucking stupid magic! Arrrggghh!"
In his rage Jon kicked the wall so hard it caused a thud to ring out and his new boobs to bounce uncontrollably. Foot throbbing, and all the more angry for his stupidity, Jon dropped to the floor to make certain he hadn't broken anything, only to pause when he heard an noise. His frustrations must have woken someone up because he could hear their footsteps coming down the hall.
All of his pent up rage evaporated and was replaced with the terror of being discovered in his current situation. Nearly consumed with fear he felt an intense need for the person to leave him alone. The need became an emotion of its own which swelled up inside him until he felt he was going to burst. Jon would later reflect on the strangeness of the feeling, a mixture of fear and determination that was doubly exhilarating. Just as he thought he was going to explode and the approaching feet had stopped at his door, there was a sensation like a dam bursting in his chest and all of the emotion drained out of him.
Jon could barely breath the feeling was so intense. Even in the afterglow he struggled to make a coherent thought. It was almost like the feeling he got after masturbating, but way better, and also very different. There was something inherently magical about it that he couldn't describe, especially in his addled state, but it filled him with a warm sense of happiness that drowned out even the pain in his foot.
Even as these thoughts swirled in his brain, another part of him realized that the formally C cup breasts had shrunk back down to B cups. The bra had also shifted to match, with the overall result still being annoying but much more manageable. Even better, he heard his mother at the door saying to herself "It was probably nothing. I'll just let him sleep."
