Almost faster than Jon could comprehend his t-shirt shortened, lost its arms, thickened, grew stays and developed snaps.
"Well, you got your wish. That's actually a pretty nice bra top," Karyn remarked.
"But I can't walk around wearing just this bra!" Jon objected.
"Right. Keep your pants on," Karyn encouraged.
"No, I mean, I need a shirt or a jacket or something. Something that'll hide these foolish tits," Jon maintained.
"They don't look foolish to me," Karyn replied. "As far as I remember, you've had them since you were ten or eleven years old. I think you'd look foolish without them, and so would everyone you know."
"Karyn, I just told you they're band new. I wished I could be with the centerfold model in a magazine I was looking at, and then suddenly I was. Then I wished I could feel her tits, and that happened too. Then she got mad and wished I had tits so I'd know what it was like."
"Well, I wasn't there, so I didn't hear the wish, so they seem normal to me and everyone else in town. In fact, they seem spectacular. Most people think you've got the best tits in town. You're kind of a celebrity, you know. You even started a trend."
"Whadya mean? What kind of trend?" Jon asked nervously.
