Stacy saw it activate... didnt she? Nothing seemed different. 'Roy' quickly stepped over and grabbed it, turning around to chew Stacy out for defying her.
"I told you! I told you, you're stuck to your landline for at LEAST a week!" Stacy watched Roy's girlish face contort, almost turning red as she glared up at her, "Guess what, young lady! You're not getting it back for a month, how's that?!"
And so Roy stepped into Stacy's mom's bedroom with the remote, presumably to hide it as Stacy's broad shoulders slumped.
"I guess I just made things a whole lot worse," you mutter to yourself, resituating the bra over your flat, wide chest. You'd have to contend with it some other way... or just wait out a month. After all, nothing changed. Right? At least, you remember Roy being shorter, and though you always loved seeing that round ass, seeing it in your mom's jeans was a bit too disconcerting...