Robin discovered the empty bottle

Robin woke slowly in a little cocoon of blankets with an unfamiliar weight resting upon their chest. A sleepy fog soon gave way to the memory of the night before. Their eyes drifted down, and a giddy thrill filled them as they physically confirmed they were still there. The silicone felt warm, almost as if they were really a part of them. Robin procrastinated for a bit before they finally decided it was time to remove them.

Robin walked over to the bathroom, where they had placed the adhesive remover on the sink, but was confused when they saw it wasn't there. Still a little foggy from sleep, they looked around the bathroom to see the bottle tipped over on the ground. It wasn't until they felt how light it was that the severity of the situation became clear. The cap was askew and utterly empty.

"No, no, no," Robin whispered, shaking the bottle violently. Only air hissed out as Robin panicked. The weight on their chest began to feel like it was keeping Robin from breathing. Their mind raced, trying to figure out what to do.

They slumped onto the closed toilet lid, head in their hands, the warm curve of silicone pressing against their arms. They were stuck. Literally stuck with those things plastered to their chest. They had to get dressed and find a store that might have something to fix their mistake.

After tossing on his jeans and a light t-shirt that stretched across their new chest, Robin turned to their bulkiest clothing option. Unfortunately for Robin, it didn't obscure their chest nearly as much as they were hoping.

"Why did I have to pick such big ones?" Robin lamented, though they didn't think they were that big the previous night.

Once dressed, they quickly did their makeup, wanting to keep it subtle since they were just going shopping, then readied themselves to leave their room. Robin placed an ear to the door and listened for any signs of John, but didn't hear anything.

"He must still be in bed," Robin muttered before slipping out of the room.

They were nearly to the door when they heard the sound of John calling out to them, "I made coffee, want a cup before you leave?"

Robin's blood ran cold, instinctively trying to cover themself, "Can't...got to hurry."

John stepped closer, "Want company?"

Robin sputtered in panic, "Next time, today's not good."

John's voice was a mix of disappointment and concern, "Oh, okay. Hope everything is alright."

"Yeah, just need to take care of something," Robin said as they left, hoping they were able to keep their secret.