Field the topic of RP (Sadie is Flat Chested)

(Note: This will be retroactively corrected at some point, but the Protagonist is in his own room, with no roommate. )

You struggle to remember the last time you had a girl in your room, which is a shame considering you’re one of the lucky enough students to have one of your own. Thankfully, you keep it clean.

Sadie sits on your bed, testing the softness. That’s a good sign as far as your ‘plans’ go, but you can’t help fret about forgetting something.

“It’s a little small, but it’s nice,” Sadie says. “Diane and I share a triple, but we’re not supposed to have guys in there.”

You raise a brow. “But Terry….”

“Not supposed to. Our RA is a total party animal, and good at keeping it from getting to the Dean.”

If only you were so lucky. You clear your throat. “There are no co-ed rules in our wing, but my RA is across the hall. She uh… cracks down on noise.”

“Nothing a sock can’t fix.”

You smirk. “I’d have to find a clean one…”

“Nah. For you. I’m pretty quiet.”

Well, that escalated quickly. You sit down next to her, with a broad grin. “I can behave too you know.” You put a hand on her leg, testing the waters. She doesn’t protest. “So… about the idea. We should be OK if we keep it at normal speaking volume, maybe put on some music to be safe?”

“Sounds like a plan, I uh… I’ve never done anything like this, so it’s a little embarrassing. Most guys are just like all about diving right in.”

Well, most guys don’t have a magic notebook that can inflate tits. You glanced over at the notebook. You could write something now and work into it, or you could just keep it pretend. You reach up and touch her chest, palming what little she has. Her nipples poke at your palm.

“So you sure about this? I mean, tiny boobs aren’t really a problem and who knows if it’s not reversible?”

She squirms at your touch. “I really wouldn’t complain. I mean, I’m fine with what I got but if there was some sort of way to just wave my hands and…” She gestures in front of herself, pantomiming rather large tits—probably ones you’d see on a fetish site. “Bloomp! You know? I’d not only appreciate it, but I’d probably be really grateful to the magician responsible.”

Sadie gives you this adorable look that makes your heart melt. She’s not really taking it that seriously, but her words are heartfelt. This is about as much consent as you could get without being completely honest about the notebook.