Rushing down the stairs, Jen passed by her Mom who was working in the kitchen. Ruby Smith was a good-looking woman at forty-three who had passed on her beauty to her three daughters, Kate, Jennifer and Lily. Ruby had shoulder-length brown hair and sprakling brown eyes. As she worked, she saw her middle child burst across the room.
"Have fun at school," she called.
Jen skidded to a halt, groaning that her Mom would be the first person she transformed. And that she'd have to see her topless.
"Transform or dare?" Jen said.
"Transform."
Jen rolled the die. It landed on 3.
"Right, you get to grow a third breast, right between your existing ones. All three will grow to D cups and you'll start producing breast milk for a week after which you'll be able to turn milk production on and off at will. All your currently owned clothes will change to fit and you'll find breastfeeding other people a major turn-on. Finally, you'll go topless for the rest of the day."
Ruby just stood there, not quite registering the mouthful her daughter had spat at her.
"Bye, Mom," Jen said, "I've to run or I'll miss the bus." And with that, she was off before she had the chance to see her mother change.