Breasts Disappear

You watch as your newly formed breasts recede back into your body. Leaving back to your flat chested self.

“Shit that was close,” you say making sure no other changes occurred.

You feel like your back to your old self. Whatever enchantment the closer has, you reckon that it whatever clothes you put on will change your body. And at the very least when you remove them within the closet it removes the changes.

“At least it isn’t permanent,” you say to your reflection.