Karen Jones is an average girl, nothing really defines her. She has a B cup chest and an average body, medium length brown hair and was on the bus to school. She was wearing a dark blue short sleeve top and jeans.
Karen was sitting at the back of the bus when her phone rang, she picked it up, “Hello..”
“Hey Karrie!!” Replied her best friend Sarah, “I’m not coming in today but can I ask you something??”
“Uhh okay, but why aren’t you..”
“Transform or Dare??”
“What did you just say,”
“Come on you only have a minute,”
“Uhm.. dare!!”
“I wanted you to say transform but this can work, okay so. You can’t wear any shirt or clothing with showing your cleavage, basically if you’re wearing a normal t-shirt, it will tear at the part above your boobs, also as an added bonus your bra will disappear.”
“What the hell is wrong with you,”
“Some things, okay bye.” Sarah hung up the phone call.
Karen looked back at herself and felt her bra disappear, it was like it evaporated, it just disappeared into thin air, her breasts and nipples now on the fabric of her shirt. The new she heard nothing as her shirt tore with a neat line down the top to the middle. She knew that the school day was going to have to be a collection of people looking down her shirt at her chest.