Aisha shook her head, recovering from her wild thoughts. She doubted the medallion had been involved in her new developments, but she wasn't stupid- that had been the only real variable that had changed, so she figured she'd test the thing. Aisha lifted it from the couch where it laid beside her suit and bra, cradling the medallion in her palm. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and focused on the idea of her breasts shrinking away until they were back to normal. Nothing happened. Aisha was surprised to find that that came as a relief; she had decided she didn't mind her new perks, regardless of their absurdity. Thinking that maybe she should try something else, Aisha closed her eyes again tightly and thought about her hair growing long and thick. After a few seconds of this she opened her eyes, reached behind her, and... still nothing. Aisha let out a held breath in disappointment. She'd almost thought that maybe her childhood dreams of being involved in anything supernatural would be fulfilled, but as always it turned out there was most likely some other more logical logical explanation for the ridiculous events of her night.
Yawning and swiping her clothes off the couch, Aisha stood and headed over to the stairs. She resolved that the best thing to do right now was have a nice, cold shower to clear her head. As she had expected, the first thing Aisha saw when she reached the upstairs living room was her housemate passed out on the floor surrounded by dirty clothes and beer bottles, her hand still miraculously clutching her drawing tablet and her long dirty-blonde hair messily splayed out around her. Aisha might have been abashed at her own upper nakedness, but Mary was asleep and would predictably remain so for a lengthy while. Besides, they had known each other since their early school days, so she didn't really mind anyways. Aisha often grew tired of her best friend constantly trashing the place, but at least Mary paid her half of the bills with her art platform.
Seeing no point in sticking around, Aisha continued her trek down the hallway towards the bathroom. Once inside she relaxed, twisted the knob, and stepped inside, letting the brisk water run across her skin. The water flowed through her cleavage, sending a shiver down her body. Aisha lifted her hands to her breasts, gripping them and gently moving them up and down in the shower for a few minutes. Occasionally she mixed it up, massaging her nipples and delicately playing with them before going back to that gentle rhythmic motion. The idea of her boobs exactly matching that rude girl's amplified the experience, the concept of having somehow stolen them adding a potent foreign taboo to her pleasure. Remembering last month's water bill, she finally snapped out of her stupor and gave her new tits a good last squeeze. Aisha lathered shampoo into her hair, the suds trickling down with the water pleasingly. Having rubbed herself down with a soapy rag, she reached out and turned the faucet off.
Despite all the crazy events of her day, Aisha had come out of it glowing and content. She wrapped a towel around her waist, grabbed her clothes, and opened the door.