Jon removed his plain navy T-shirt and donned the lacy garment that was hanging over his desk chair, oddly finding himself imbued with the knowledge of how to put a bra on efficiently, and how to adjust it to best support, and more importantly best show off, his assets. Once it was on, he did find that he felt better, both that he was physically more comfortable with the added support, and that he just felt emotionally more secure. It just felt right to be wearing a bra, and such a lacy one at that.
Jon turned to the discarded T-shirt that now lay on his bed and began to put it back on, but stopped.
"If I wear a potato sack like this, it doesn't matter what bra I'm wearing, nobody will be able to appreciate my boobs," the boy thought to himself. But then an idea struck him.
Jon grabbed a pair of scissors from his desk and cut out the neck hole of his T-shirt, widening it until he knew that the opening would hang low enough to show off some cleavage. And as a bonus, the skin of his shoulders would be more exposed, as well.
Shoulders. That gave Jon another thought, and he immediately cut off the sleeves, getting rid of the seams that attached them to the main body of the garment. now with raw edges at the neck and sleeve, the shirt seemed lighter, and had a bit more character. Jon trimmed off the bottom hem for good measure, just to balance things out, and pulled the garment over his head.
It definitely sat better now, and the very edges of the black lace of his bra were visible at his lowered neckline, but it still hung a little bit like a sack. So he gathered the bottom of the shirt, brought the material right up to just under his bust, and tied a knot off to the side so that his shirt now wrapped tightly over his boobs, and his belly was exposed.
The boy put his hands on his hips, and gave a contented sigh. He knew that he'd never worn clothes in this way before, but now it just felt right. He couldn't stand to be seen without his boobs being the first thing that people noticed.
Jon called Karyn back into the room, and she was shocked, but oddly impressed, by what she saw Jon wearing. This wasn't what she had intended in her wish at all, but Jon was making the look work.
For Jon's part, he felt a strange unease with Karyn back in the room. There was this feeling that was building inside him fairly quickly that he did not understand. Something about Karyn that wasn't sitting right with him. The thought slowly dawned on him, and he realized what he needed to do. But it didn't mean that he felt good about it.
Keeping up the conversation, Jon maneuvered himself so that he was standing in front of his desk, with his hands behind his back. Karyn wouldn't be able to see that those hands were touching the stone. In the middle of a sentence, Jon paused.
"I'm sorry Karyn, I have to do this," he said with genuine guilt in his voice. "You're the one who made me do this."
"What?" a panic rose in Karyn's throat.
"Boobs are meant to be shown off. I understand that now. But you're always wearing that baggy sweater. And I wish that you'd always wear what I picked out for you."
"What!?" was all Karyn could say. But then it was like she had an internal system reboot, like Microsoft had pushed an OS update and she'd neglected to click 'remind me later.' And then her new reality installed itself. "Fine," she huffed. "But we're going back to my place. You're not dressing me up in your stinky clothes.
A buzzing in Sarah's back pocket drew her attention once again.
"Boobs are meant to be shown off. I understand that now. But you're always wearing that baggy sweater. And I wish that you'd always wear what I picked out for you."
Sarah knew immediately what she was going to change about that wish.
"And I wish that you'd always wear what Sarah McMillan picked out for you."
"What!? Why Sarah McMillan?" was all Karyn could say. But then it was like she had an internal system reboot, like Microsoft had pushed an OS update and she'd neglected to click 'remind me later.' And then her new reality installed itself. Karyn's phone buzzed the moment she came out of her brief trance. A message from Sarah.
Meet me at your house, I know what I want you to wear this afternoon.
Karyn wanted to ignore it. She wanted to pretend she hadn't read it. But she couldn't.
I'm at Jon's house, but I'll head home now.
Good. Invite Jon.
Karyn looked up from her phone at her now-blonde friend with a sense of dread. "Why did you give that kind of power to Sarah McMillan?"
Jon wasn't entirely sure himself, but in trying to justify his actions, he found a possible reasoning: "She knows better than anyone in school how to show off a pair of breasts. And I want my best friend to show hers off with me."
Karyn's shoulders slumped as she accepted her new reality. And then the two left to go back to Karyn's house and meet Sarah.
