Jen made it halfway down the stairs and remembered that according to the curse, Suzy would know that she wasn't normal.
“Shit,” she said, quickly running back to her room to find something to cover up with.
Her skirt was fine, nothing looked out of the ordinary, but the shirt left nothing to the imagination as her four breasts pressed into the fabric.
She tried on a light jacket. It was just tight enough to make her torso look unusual. She thought about grabbing a winter coat from her closet but decided that it would be too suspicious. She settled on her bathrobe and went back down to the living room, careful to keep enough of the fabric bunched up front to conceal any misplaced bulges.
Suzy’s timing was dead on. Jen stepped into the living room just as the doorbell rang.
As Jen greeted her friend, they heard Ali yell from the banister, “Hi Suzy!”
“Hi Ali,” Suzy replied.
Jen had done plenty of testing, but was still a bit surprised when Suzy paid no mind to Ali’s extra bulges.
Ali knew Jen was grounded, but didn't seem to mind that Suzy was there.
Thankful for her sister’s discretion, Jen lead Suzy up to her room.
Once inside, Jen prepared to explain everything.
Still holding folds of fabric against the front of her chest she began, “Suzy, I've got something really important to tell you...”