"I wish i could stand with these breasts!" You yelled. Then the wieght on your chest dissapeareed. 'Maybe now i can stand' You think to yourself. You then place your hands onto the floor and push yourself so you are sitting.
The woman who are now your beasts jiggled as you stood up. You look down at your breasts 'damn it. I like them, but I need to make sure no one will care.' You rub the woman while thinking about how to deal with the problem. 'I GOT IT! I wish that no one will care that I have breasts and that it will be as if i always had breasts!'