Aisha leaned back, putting her hands behind her head and shifting to get a little more comfortable on the ride back home.
A few minutes later she was awakened by a small pop, and a loose feeling around her jacket. She would have checked to see what was up, but it had been a pretty long day for her. Whatever, she thought. Probably just poor threading or something. She'd take a look at it when she got home.
Honestly though, it could have been worse. Of course, she'd missed out on the commission, but it wasn't career-ending or anything. She'd find more clients, and besides, odds were they'd be more tolerable than the last guy. Not that that was a mean feat or anything. And now she was even able to squeeze in a little shut-eye, for once. Usually she couldn't get this kind of peace and quiet on the ride home.
...Which, now that she thought about it, was kind of odd. Hadn't those two girls beside her been chattering a minute ago? Aisha opened her bleary eyes and glanced at them. Both wore shocked expressions, and were staring down at her chest.
Aisha instinctively covered up with an arm, and was about to tell the two gawkers off, but stopped herself as something dawned on her.
Ella was quickest to recover. "Oh my god, girl! Like, how did you even do that?"
Aisha slowly, carefully lifted her trembling arm, and dared to peak down. She almost fainted. What lay before her, stuck to her own chest like some kind of alien parasite, were a pair of generously sized, perfectly smooth, boobs.
"Heyy..." Brooklyn drawled, confused. "You took my boobs!" she said, pusjing her lime green hair out from in front of her eyes and feeling herself up. "No, wait. They're still here, nevermind!"
The odd trio were starting to draw some attention- that is, more than the usual attention for Ella and Brooklyn. Luckily it seemed like nobody else had noticed Aisha's situation, but that didn't stop her from bringing her arm back down to cover her new cleavage in embarrassment.
Ella giggled. "You're such a prude! What, were you binding those things or something?"
Aisha almost responded but was cut off by Brooklyn's airy voice. "Yeah, just relax. Like, let go a little."
Aisha stared at them incredulously, taken aback by how quickly they had explained away what had just happened right in front of their eyes. "Relax? You're telling me to relax?!" she blustered.
Ella put an arm around her. "Listen, you've got an okay body and a nice rack; just as big as Brooklyn's, and she gets like, plenty of guys. We're on our way to a totally awesome party, why don't you come with us? We can show you how to let loose." Both girls looked to Aisha expectantly.