Jeff had a few ideas of what to do with this thing that used to be Derrick, and went to put something onto the blank sheet of Derricks existence... Breast Size: F-cups...
??? felt something real in their existence. No longer a Schrodinger's cat of maybe they could be ANYTHING, their chest had collapsed into being boobs of the F-cup variety. This was a lot less impressive than it sounded as the boobs were still not entirely concrete in reality. All they really had to them were their general size. Consistency, whether they lactated, the color of the skin/nipple, etc. ??? cupped them as they were suddenly all they really were... Then ??? saw the look on Jeff's face that he wasn't that impressed and went to change the value.
Jeff sighed really unimpressed with what adding boobs did in that state, and his intention wasn't to make Derrick into his girlfriend or anything so Jeff... Was about to change them to N/A when Jeff felt a grip on his arm that was stronger than he expected. He could still completely shrug it off, but he heard the non-concrete voice of his once brother plead "Please... these are all I am..." Jeff sighed and then decided to change his plans a bit.
"So... do you have anything else you want to be more specifically now?" Jeff asked this thing that now had SOMETHING to go off of. Not much as ??? was just a breast size right now, but more than nothing.