A less effective breast expansion test

Megan looked down between the small breasts her school friends had just teased and the black marker she was holding. She had no doubt that this was part of some elaborate prank to get her to write something embarrassing on her chest in permanent marker. Somehow, even though basically everyone in her year was 18, the bullies had nothing better to tease people about than anatomy. She cupped her small chest and felt the padding through her bra. She tried to resist letting Stacey's words getting into her head to no avail.

She dabbed the pen on her hand. To her surprise, the ink remained on her for a few seconds and faded quickly as if it were never there, unlike anything she'd used before. 'Could this actually be real?' She pondered. The idea of a magic marker was absurd, let alone one with suspiciously breast-focused instructions.

She looked up to see if someone was looking over the top of the cubicle wall and nervously undid a few buttons of her blouse. She wrote 'grow' on her chest and waited in anticipation. Her heart skipped a beat when for a moment she felt a tingle, but was disappointed when it subsided. Worse still, when she tried to rub it away disappointedly, it wouldn't rub off.

She'd walked right into their trap. She felt tears well in her eyes as she closed the buttons of her blouse in embarrassment and clutched it tightly closed.

Frustrated and angry, she wiped her tears away, threw the marker onto the tiled floor and yelled to nobody, "Why can't they just leave me alone for one day?"

She held her tears as she made her way to class.