“I choose transform.” Jen replied.
Sam grinned. “For your transformation, you will seem perfectly normal to everyone except the three of us.”
Jen smiled, almost expecting her to end it there.
“And you will have a condition where you can’t wear shirts or bras.”
“What the hell Sam!” Jen said as she unconsciously lifted off the borrowed shirt.
Cassie nearly fell off her chair in a fit of laughter as Jen’s cleavage wobbled into view.
“What’s wrong Jen?” Sam asked. “You don’t like that shirt?”
Jen glared at her. Sam hopped up from the bed and pulled a new shirt from her dresser.
“Here, try this one.” She suggested, holding the shirt out.
Jen slapped it from her hand. “You know I can’t!”
“Don’t get so mad Jen, it’s just a game...” Cassie offered as she composed herself.
“Yea, but there’s no reason for you to steal my modesty...” She argued.
“Fair enough...” Sam replied. “But how else will we see if it worked?”
“What do you mean if it worked? It obviously worked...” Jen said, cupping her naked breasts.
“I’m talking about the other condition...” Sam smiled.
She opened the door and hollered down the hallway. “Hey Dad, can you come here for a sec?”
Jen gasped and pulled a pillow in front of her chest. “What the heck did you do that for?”
“It’s for science!” Sam laughed as she tugged at the pillow. “Just relax. Don’t you want to know if he’ll react.”
“No!” She screamed.
Sam managed to wrangle away the pillow just as he entered the doorway...