Not this time (15)

Unlike that idiot Max, I managed to keep the die on the table. All three of us were leaning over it to see what number would light up.

15.

A sigh of relief left three pairs of lungs. While we didn't know what was going to happen, if anything, I was reasonably confident that it would be something "bad." Right? 15 out of 20 has got to be good enough to avoid an undesirable outcome. I hoped.

For a couple minutes, nothing seemed to happen. We all waited with baited breath when all of a sudden Jenny doubled over, clutching her sides. "Oooh....what the hell?" Frantically looking around her eyes settled on the nearby restrooms. "I think I'm going to be sick..." Getting up she bolted into the ladies' room.

"Stay here. I'll check on her." Siobhan said over her shoulder as she followed Jenny.

So, I waited. No idea what was going on with Jenny inside that bathroom. After a couple minutes I saw the door crack open and Siobhan stuck her head out. Looking around, and seeing the cost was clear she waved me over. "You've gotta see this!" She gushed as she ushered me inside, locking the door behind me. "I think we can say that a 15 was sufficient for what she was asking for. Or...at least for what you were thinking."

"It worked? Something happened?"

"Oh yeah. You're a bit of a boob man, aren't you?"

At that, someone stepped out of a stall. While there were some definite similarities, it was certainly wasn't the same Jenny that we had seen go into the bathroom.

I'm definitely a boob man, but the Jenny from before definitely had more then enough to work with. This new visage was clearly operating under the principle of "if some's good, more's better." The girl-next-door was replaced by a blonde bombshell siren. Her clothes had even changed from a generic shirt and jeans combo to a pair of painted on short shorts and a halter-top that was losing the battle to contain her new found cleavage, and as a bonus, it was sheer enough to reveal that any bra Jenny had been wearing before, was long gone.

"Do...do you like it?" She whispered to me. To us.

"Wow...you're definitely hot. I mean...not to say you weren't before..."

Siobhan saved me from digging a hole even deeper. "Don't worry about that. We're glad you approve of how she looks now, because it would that your definition of 'hot' isn't limited to physical appearance, you modern man, you."

"Wait, what do you mean?" I asked, not taking my eyes off of Jenny.

"Well...you see..."