Eric stopped rubbing his shirt and sat on the bed, enjoying that Shannon wasn't there anymore. "When did she get so strong?" asked Eric to himself. He stood up again and put his hands in his pockets. He found something on his left that felt like cloth. He took it out and held it up, noting that something fell out of it onto the floor. It looked like a tanktop, but there were only straps. He turned it inside out, deciding it kind of looked like a bra, only without room for the boobs. The gears turned and Eric took off his shirt. Standing in front of the mirror, he saw that his chest looked about the same, except the nipples were bigger than usual, as was the pink area around it. Only, it was not pink, it was more of a red. He poked at one and felt a little something behind it. He took away his finger, because it hurt to press on it.
"What the heck is going on here?" murmur Eric getting closer to the mirror. He jumped and felt the slightest bit of movement. He did it again. Then a third time before saying, "She gave me tits. itty bitty tits!" realized Eric. He turned to look at himself from the side, where the change was there if you knew to look for it. He grabbed his phone and texted his sister
"What the heck Shannon? Why did you not change me back?"
Second later, his phone showed her reply, "Because you weren't going to give the thing back to me. So, I decided I needed a way to keep you from just overpowering me. Like my little gifts?" asked Shannon with a winky face, 2 mosquitos, a peach then a devil face.
Eric through about how to reply. Should he let her think she won? Maybe he should just pretend everything was normal? As he was thinking Shannon sent another message, "I thought giving you on of my old training bra would be funny. I remember you picking on me when I had to get one. You liked my breasts before, well, you still have them. And my other gift is even better"
"I was 7, at the time all girl things were full of cooties. You can't have thought I was serious."
"I figured you weren't, but it seemed pretty funny."
"It isn't funny. This is messed up!"
"Not as messed up as what you did. Until I think you've learned your lesson, I think I'll leave you like that. I wonder what will happen. Will you shirt were wearing win out, and you'll just have those itty bitties? Or will the training bra beat your shirt, and you will continue to develop? And if so, what will happen do the rest of you?" She ended with a gif of Obama dropping a microphone.
Eric was lying back on his bed, dumbfounded. Was she serious? She had to be messing with him. He reread the conversation. Another gift? He remembered the thing that fell out of the training bra. He looked around his room for it, eventually having to turn his light on his phone to find the thing under the bed. He reached under his bed.
