Suzan’s panic

Suzan was in a panic. The bra. THE bra, the one she had gotten from that sketchy-as-fuck store in that alley, the one that she had to thank for her amazing breasts, her amazing boyfriend, and her amazing life, was gone.

Had it been stolen? Was its vanishing a part of its magic? Andy had been over the day before. He wouldn’t have taken it, would he?

So many questions were running through her mind, adding to the frantic anxiety she felt. The old man who has sold it to her (for the exact amount of cash she had had in her wallet!) had told her that the bra would forever bond to her desires, to her hopes and dreams. At the time, Suzan had no idea what the old man had meant. If she was being honest with herself, Suzan would admit that had bought the bra just to have such an absurdly huge bra around for a joke. Why would it have been anything else? She was notoriously flat, having earned the nickname “flapjacks”, something she smiled at politely and pretended it didn’t hurt.

But it did.

Still, the bra would have been her way to take back power, to own the joke.

Except it did much more than that.

It had happened quickly. One night for all the changes. She had gone to bed a lonely, flat-chested girl, and woke up completely transformed. For her body, her chest had only been the beginning. Everything was different. Her skin had cleared up. Her hips and ass, now both round and firm, rolled as she moved. Her waist was tiny. She had ABS!

She was still herself, of course. That hadn’t changed. She was still a bit of a nerd, loved video games (even if she wasn’t great at them), still smart.

But there were other changes.

Andy, one of the two boys she had been crushing on for years, suddenly didn’t just think of her as a tutor. No, he showed up at their next session acting as if they’d transitioned to being a couple a long time earlier. Todd, Andy’s best friend and Suzan’s other crush, started flirting with her whenever Andy wasn’t around, dropping hints that if it didn’t work out, he’d be waiting.

All because of the magic bra.

And now it was gone!

What was going to happen? She still had her amazing body, reality hadn’t shifted away from what she had gained, as far as she could tell. Would that change? Would Suzan turn back into the lonely loser she had been before?

The man had insisted that the bra would bond to her. Again and again he’d reminded her, as if it was something she wasn’t quite understanding.

“Locked!” He had shouted as she walked out of the store with her purchase, “Nobody else! Your desires, your destiny!”

She’d thought he was just a crazy old man, but now she wondered if he was trying to give her a clue.

Whatever the case, she needed to find that bra. Unplugging her phone from her charger, she dialled Andy. He was the last one over, after all, so he was as good a place to start as any.