Views on breasts

You were pointing at Sarah M and her boyfriend Josh. Sarah M is a short 5 foot tall girl with long brown hair and a slight lisp. she was relatively innocent, not liking to get into shouting matches with anyone and hating confrontation. She was thin everywhere apart from her hips, which flared outwards slightly giving her a nice hourglass look. She had 32B cup breasts which were always hidden under layers of conservative clothing, and a nice arse which was always hidden beneath a flowing, and never tight, skirt.

Josh was almost the opposite in a lot of things. He was tall, at 6 foot, outgoing and very much not shy and had a tendency to sometimes argue with people.

“Press the random mental button” you said to Rebecca, pointing the remote.

You watched as a different coloured beam emerged and hit them, and then nothing.

“I wonder what swapped.” Rebecca asked you.

As it was a mental swap it was difficult for you to even spot, but they had in fact swapped opinions and views on breasts around.

Josh now viewed them as just a part of the human body, there to exist and feed babies. Sarah M, on the other hand, now really enjoyed having her own pair of breasts. She was not overly perverted, but she would spent her spare time squeezing them every now and then and subtly looking at other girls’ breasts.

“Not a clue Rebecca, not a clue.” you shrugged.