Once again, it didn't take me long to forget that I was a boy in a skirt in public. We skated, we danced, we ate junk food, and we did what teenagers do at the skating rink, at least until I'd had too many root beers and had to hit the restroom. I started skating across the carpet to get to the restroom, and I noticed that Amy and Bobbi were following. Our procession passed by a couple of weird kids in ill-fitting jeans with concert t-shirts for somebody named Jonathon Coulton. They stared at us as we passed. I felt a chill run down my back once I was through the doorway. We all entered, and Amy leaned against the restroom door.
I started heading for the stall. Amy called out, "Hurry, I have the door blocked. Just lift your skirt and pee standing up. I want to show you this other thing I bought."
I did my business as quickly as I could, which wasn't very quick at all. I've never had two girls watch me pee before. While I was washing my hands, Amy put a necklace around my neck.
"I found this with my mother this morning. We were at a yard sale, and I saw this pretty little jewelry box. I bought it for two dollars, and then found this inside it. I thought it was silly and cheap, so I didn't pay it much attention," Amy told us, "and then I read the note."
She pulled something white from her purse. "According to the note, if you wear this necklace and touch it to a garment," she began.
Amy slowly reached forward, as if to hand me what white bit of fabric, but instead, did something to my collar. I felt an electric shock, and I jumped.
"You'll feel a tingle," Amy told me, "which means that it's working. Now we wait."
I was starting to get a little nervous. What just happened? What shocked me? Why is this bra suddenly so confining? Am I having a panic attack? I looked down at myself, and saw that my chest was really swollen. Is this an allergic reaction? Thoughts were racing through my head faster than I could catch them, and it seemed like I was swelling almost fast enough to see.
Amy giggled, and put what seemed to be bra in my hands. "You might want to take that bra off," she told me. "This one will fit you soon."
Realization dawned. "But.. but.. what will I tell my parents?"
"Don't worry," she told me. "We can return you to normal after 12 hours."
Bobbie helped me into the bra, and stuffed my other bra and falsies into my purse. We sat on the couch and I kept adjusting my new boobs as they grew into the bra.
I tried to come to terms with having boobs for a full day. I stood up in my skates, and nearly tipped forward. My center of gravity was way off. I caught my balance, and headed out into the rink and tried not to think about how I jiggled with every move.
