"Jon," Nicole said firmly, putting her arm around him, emphasizing the size difference between them. "Let's go for a walk and talk about it. Unless you're afraid to be seen like that."
Jon had never had someone put their arm around him in that way. "Look, Nicole...I think I'm a bit mad at you," he said, still in that soft voice.
"You think you are?" She said, sounding amused.
"Well...this is all a bit confusing," he said. "I'm not afraid to be seen...I don't even know what I look like." He felt scared, and confused and he didn't know what to do.
"You're pretty cute," she said. "You know, nice ass, good-sized tits," she grinned a bit.
"You don't have to rub it in," he said. "Don't you care how I feel? What about everyone else?"
"I'm not trying to rub it in," Nicole said, gently rubbing his shoulder. "Really. I don't know why you're getting all emotional. Is it your time of the month, or whatever it is boys get now?"
Jon slipped out of Nicole's hand and ran off. The running made him painfully aware of his new breasts. He felt like crying. Was this what Nicole's wish had done? Girls weren't really all emotional roller coasters, that was just a stereotype. But was that what her wish had made him?
