"That's not what I meant! Okay, okay, I like the big boobs," he offered, trying to appease her. "When you made your wish yesterday, I admit I was very curious to see how they'd changed. But your baggy jumper did its job well. Then today, when I'd come up with a way to help you return to normal, I thought I'd mess with you before they were gone. I didn't actually expect you to go along with the joke. When you switched into that revealing top and magically gave yourself a push-up bra, I was stunned. Then you started bouncing them around and even gave me a show. So yes, I have very much enjoyed your big boobs."
Karen opened her mouth to protest but decided against it. It may have started as an accident, but there was no denying the intentionality at the end. She changed tactics. "Then why did you never ask me out before? Why wait until today, of all days, barely 24 hours after I went from plain-old-Karen to a caricature of myself?"
Jon lowered his head again and answered quietly, "Because I didn't think you liked me that way until now. You're my best friend, Karen. I didn't want to risk losing you. You've never really flirted with me; it was always in the context of some joke. But, well..." He held his fists to his chest and extended his index fingers, miming headlights. "I realized I might have been wrong about it being one-sided." He looked up at Karen. "Was I?"
