Tricia had set the remote to make only the affected transformees aware of their changes, but she wanted to enjoy the fun as well. She pointed the remote at herself and hit the Awareness button, then leaned back in her chair and watched the show.
Three of the guys didn't notice it right away. The other one started scratching at his shirt. Almost imperceptibly, bulges appeared under each man's shirt. The guy scratching his own growing chest now dropped his jaw at the racks developing on his friends. The other three stopped talking soon after that, all of them now clearly able to sense the strange sensations now emanating from their newest features. One of them grabbed them in shock, then pulled his hands away again after confirming that they were real.
They exchanged surprised and terrified looks at each other and each other's new breasts. Their shirts were barely large enough to hold them in, and the impressions their nipples left in the fabric were unmistakable. Tricia had endowed them with bimbo-like DD-cup racks all of their own, since they seemed so interested in breasts. Maybe now they'll stop drooling over other people's, Tricia hoped.
The guys were looking around the restaurant now, either wondering if anybody was watching or if anybody else was growing breasts like them. Tricia made sure to look away for a minute so she didn't get caught watching, and soon all four of the men slowly stood up and shuffled to the door, making a pathetic attempt to act as casual as possible.
"Stupid college freaks," Tricia chuckled to herself.
"Who's a freak?" Samantha asked. Tricia's friend approached the table and sat down across from her.
"Oh, it's nothing," Tricia said, waving a three-fingered hand dismissively.
"You look great," Samantha said. "Is that a new hair style?"
"Um...yes, it is," Tricia replied. She was still holding the remote in her lap under the table. Mel came over and took Samantha's order of a BLT and fries.
After she had gone back to the kitchen, Tricia decided to tell Samantha everything. But she knew she should take it slow, and definitely not mention every little detail in a place as public as the café. "Sam, do you remember when we were kids we used to play all kinds of fantasy games?"
"You mean like the time we pretended to be unicorns, or the time we pretended to be dragon hunters?"
"All that stuff. We were always wishing we could be someone...something else."
"Getting all nostalgic on me, huh?" Sam leaned forward on the table, launching into what Tricia had dubbed "Pep-Talk Mode." "Trish, I know life hasn't been that interesting for you lately, but we all have those times when it seems like we're not getting anywhere. Something will come up eventually, but fantasies aren't going to help that."
Ever the realist, that Sam. Tricia fingered the remote. "What if I told you they didn't have to be fantasies anymore?" she eyed her friend with absolute sincerity.
"Oh be serious," Sam scoffed. "Has science found a way to splice together a unicorn?"
"I don't know if it's science or magic," Tricia said, "But anyway, are you free this afternoon? I want you to come over to my place. Or we could do it at your place if you want."
Mel came with their orders before Sam could respond to the strange invitation. "Thanks, Mel," said Tricia before she walked away to take another table's order. "Look, I probably sound crazy but I know what I'm talking about. And I think you'll love it."
"All right, whatever," Sam said, biting into her sandwich.