No, but Marigold accidentally turns the glasses on.

"W-wait!" Marigold squealed. "Stop!"

Seeing Marigold's distress, Terri calmed down, but she still tugged on the brim of the glasses playfully. "Oh, pish tosh! You're so attached to these. Let me have a go! Please?"

"N-no, thank you!" Marigold said. As she held tight against Terri's tugging, she gripped the power knob for a better grip. Before she knew what she was doing, she'd twisted it on.

"Ooh, it lights up!" Terri said, staring at the red light on the side. She leaned in to look at the glasses more closely.

"Eep!"

The next thing she knew, she found herself eye level with Terri's tiny titties.

It was like Terri had decided to strip down and hug her. Gone were the chronal accelerator and bomber jacket. Instead, Marigold had an eyeful of Terri's tight yellow bra. If the track star had any cleavage to speak of, Marigold's nose would have been buried in it.

"Smashing!" Terri said. "They make you look proper cute. Like a nurse!"

"U-um..."

What started as a tiny twinge of surprise flared into a simmering stew of jealousy. Terri didn't know how good she had it; with such tiny boobs, she could do whatever and wear whatever she wanted. No painful bouncing, no stretch lines on every single shirt she wore, no catching guys staring at her every second of the day. No having to special-order bras and whine in frustration every time the sizing turned out to be a big fat lie.

Terri let Marigold go and gave the shorter girl a pat on the head. "Good find, Marigold!"

"Thanks," Marigold mumbled. She barely kept a glower from her face as she stared at Terri's plain yellow bra, with its stupid tiny cups without any stupid pinchy wires. Terri had no idea how lucky she was.

Terri looked at Marigold with concern. Her friend was staring at her chronal accelerator with the oddest of faces. What was eating at her normally happy (if a bit shy) friend?

Marigold's eyes flicked down to Terri's waist. Out of nowhere, Marigold snorted. Then she let out a high-pitched noise, bent over and started coughing loudly.

"Hey, you all right?" Terri asked with equal parts confusion and concern. Marigold was obviously trying to stop her coughing, but every time she glanced up from the ground, she started hacking even louder.

Marigold didn't answer because she was trying to fight a ferocious case of the giggles. She'd glance up, look between Terri's legs, and have to cover a new round of giggling.

Terri was wearing the silliest pair of panties she'd ever seen. Her panties were done up in patriotic colors, with blue around her legs and white stripes all along the center. Finally, right above her vajayjay, there was a big red cross.

Terri had the British flag for undies!

"Marigold...?" Terri asked again.

"Ah-eh-ah-AHEM!" Marigold finished. "E-excuse me... I... got something stuck in my throat."

"If you're sure, love." Terri said, a little uncomfortable. She turned towards Joy and Lynn. "I'll, er, let you get yourself together."

Marigold had to fight another giggle attack. Terri's brilliantly British bum bounced back and forth as she walked back to the brigade. Even from the back, Terri's panties were for Queen and country.