Jen considered the way the curse was worded, then said, “Sam, let me borrow your bikini.”
Sam raised an eyebrow. “Why would you want that?”
“Just give me the top, I want to try something.”
“Oh, I get it!” Cassie exclaimed. “You just said she couldn’t wear shirts or bras. Nothing about bikini tops.”
“Girls!” Sam’s dad hollered. “Come down and eat.”
Sam shuffled through a drawer, then tossed her skimpiest bikini top to Jen.
“You actually swim in this?” Jen said, holding up one of the minuscule cups.
“I gotta look good out there.” She joked... “Hurry up and put it on if you’re gonna. I’ll see you downstairs...”
Sam left the room, followed by Cassie. Jen could hear them both laughing as they went down the stairs. She felt humiliated as she adjusted the cups over her nipples. She had always thought that Sam’s breasts were only a cup size smaller, yet now she would have guessed they were smaller still. Either that, or Sam gave her the skimpiest top she could find. She wanted to shuffle through her dresser to find something larger but the thought of even opening one of those drawers made her feel ill. The bikini, which wasn't causing any discomfort, was her only option.
It took some effort to center the mass of each breast in the tiny cups but once her nipples were sufficiently hidden, she left to meet them downstairs. Since the bikini was doing such a poor job supporting her chest, she had to hold on until she reached the landing. Once back on level ground, she was able to let go. So long as she didn’t make any sudden moves, her nipples would stay hidden. Soon, she met Sam’s parents in the dining room where Sam and Cassie had already been seated and served.
Sam’s mom noticed Jen’s attire and said, “It’s a bit late to go swimming isn’t it?
Jen stuttered, “Yea... I suppose it is...”
Cassie and Sam stiffed their laughter. Jen didn’t like it. They were having way to much fun at her expense.
“I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you wearing a bra before.” Sam’s Dad observed.
“It’s a bikini top.” Sam explained. “Totally different.”
“Oh, alright...” Dad replied, as he slid a takeout bag towards an empty chair. “I hope you like burgers.”
She thanked him and sat down between Cassie and Sam, who were fully aware of her predicament. Even though the curse had clearly worked, none of them could believe how oblivious Sam’s parents were. The undersized top was almost more ridiculous than the fact that she could have been completely topless.
“Does anyone have a pen I can borrow?” Jen asked.
Sam’s mom pulled a pen from her purse and handed it over. Jen thanked her, then began writing on a napkin, being careful to hide the words from Sam with her free hand...