Mary blinked. "Holy... holy shi-"
"Don't freak out, okay?" Aisha said, holding her hands out in front of her like the simple action would keep her friend from reacting too strongly.
"Did you get implants? Ash, that's not like you!" Mary frantically exclaimed.
"No, nooo-" Aisha replied.
"Then how are you going to explain, well," Mary gestured towards Aisha's body, staring at her midriff in awe. "This?"
Aisha opened her mouth, then closed it. Then opened it again. "I don't know." She responded.
"You don't know...?"
"I don't know," Aisha confirmed.
Mary gaped for a few more seconds, then put her hands on her hips. Her sharp blue eyes scanned over her friend once more. Mary stood almost half a foot shorter than Aisha, but still managed to cut an intimidating figure at times. "And you're sure they're not implants?"
"I'm sure," Aisha replied. Mary tilted her head back, looking up at the ceiling.
Aisha coughed. "Look, I know you might not believe me, but-"
"I believe you." Mary said, slowly but surely making eye contact once more.
"You... believe me?"
"Of course I do! Look," Mary rubbed her temples. "I've known a few girls who might black out and wake up with implants. But you? Never. I just don't expect that kinda stuff from you. And I trust you." Mary grinned. "Now that we have that out of the way... do you know how fucking cool this is?"
Aisha couldn't resist smiling along as she shook her head. Of course this was how Mary would react. "Can... can I poke them?" Mary asked jokingly.
Aisha shrugged. "Sure, if you want to."
"Whoa, what?" Mary flinched, her smile fading.
"I said sure, if you want to." Aisha repeated.
Mary's eyes were wide. "Yeah, I know, but... like... do you mean that? Really?"
Aisha nodded. "Why not?"
"Well, because... you wouldn't normally... like..." Mary trailed off, coming towards her. "Okay, uh." She reached out with her index finger and poked Aisha's chest, causing them to jiggle somewhat.
"I still can't believe this is real." Mary breathed, stepping back.
"Me neither," Aisha confessed. "I've noticed I've been a little friskier since... well, we should probably eat while I explain this."
The girls sat down together at the table, and for the next five minutes Aisha explained everything she knew to her friend, who listened intently while munching on bacon.
"So for all we know your tits are basically somebody else's then?" Mary asked with her mouth full.
Aisha sipped from a glass of milk. "That is a possibility. In fact, from what I saw, it seems pretty likely."
"That's so fucking cool. Then... okay, so," Mary rubbed her forehead, trying to wrap her head around this. "So the medallion." Mary motioned towards it. "It must've caused all this somehow, it's perfect. You said you tried using it again?"
"As soon as I got home." Aisha replied, fiddling with it around her fingers. "But I'm not sure about that. I tried thinking of my breasts shrinking back, and then of having longer hair, but nothing happened."
"That does put a wrench in things," Mary admitted, fidgeting. "It's gotta have a trigger or something though, right?"
Aisha's first response was to skeptically deny Mary's wild speculation, but she remembered what she had planned out for the day, and stuck to her guns. "Yeah, sure. What are you suggesting?" She asked.
Mary rubbed her chin. "Think about all the stuff that happened on the bus. Explain everything that happened, in detail." Mary's eyes lit up, and she snapped her fingers. "Did anything touch the medallion?"
Aisha closed her eyes, desperately trying to recall the exact events of her bus ride.