Her meeting with Fred went a bit longer than she thought. As she went back up the stairs she noticed that her sister’s bedroom door was open and that she was awake, preparing for school.
Jen wasn't going to bother her, but Alison noticed her in the hallway and yelled, “Wait!, Jen... Tell me what you think of my outfit!”
Jen turned to look at her sister, who was wearing a pleated skirt and matching red top. Jen realized that it was one of hers. A loose crop top that covered one shoulder and ended just above her mid-drift. Ordinarily it would have been cute, even sexy, but it was hard to see past the two hams she was doing a poor job of smuggling. Jen didn’t mind that she borrowed it, but couldn't help but be concerned about the free show her sister was going to give any time she lifted her arms.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit revealing?” Jen asked.
“What do you mean, is my skirt to short?” Alison tugged it down with a little blush.
“No, if that top ended any higher, you’d be flashing everyone with your bottom breasts.” Jen replied.
“So?” Ali asked, looking a bit confused.
“Doesn't that bother you?” Jen asked.
“No, why would it?” Ali replied.
“I know we’re different but that doesn't mean we should go around flashing our tits at everyone!” Jen shot back, suddenly worried that this conversation might take a turn for the worst.
“I’m not, see... Totally covered up.” Ali said, innocently pointing at her upper row.
“But what about the other two?” Jen asked.
“At least you can’t see through what I’m wearing!” Alison replied.
Jen nearly pointed out her bottom row again, but instead glanced down, remembering how visible her breasts were through the thin fabric of the nightgown since they had expanded.
Before she could retort her sister added, “Jen, if we were meant to cover them, don’t you think they’d make four cupped bras?”
“Jeez... Stop acting weird!”
Jen thought back to the day she wore the tube top, basically showing everyone at school the bottom row.
Nobody had noticed...
She also remembered the conversation with Beth.
“Everyone will think it’s normal,” Jen recalled.
She didn't push the argument. Instead she started thinking about her own wardrobe. She was putting an awful lot of effort into hiding things when the curse offered this unusual protection.
“I think it’s cute.” Jen replied.
“What?” Asked Alison, expecting a different response.
“Your cloths. I think they’re cute,” Jen added, then left the doorway...