Yes, the one under the woman with different breast sizes

You begin to read the book, slowly at first, but the words start to come easier and easier as it gets further into the sentence, your mouth seemingly working on its own to pronounce the foreign syllables. However, almost halfway through you seem to stumble, losing track of the strange rhythm that had been built up. "tsaerb eht hcirne, eht knirhs dnim"

Jumbled and out of order, the spell takes root in your body and mind stronger than normal, starting to work even as you flip through the book, looking for the next useful page. Even as your breasts grow, the spell's inverse effect takes hold, starting to drain your mental concentration. A page flips by, and you forget what you're looking for. Another page flips by, and you realize you can't even read the letters anymore. The third flips by, and by the time you can see the pictures of a man shrinking, you don't even know why you're holding the book.

With a loud RIIIPPPP, your shirt tears apart, enlarged breasts pushing through. An unfamiliar weight on your chest, they're several times larger than before, extending out at least a foot from the rest of your body. Your shirt is ruined, a massive hole torn. Though it surely would have snapped, your lack of a bra simply means a pair of bare breasts, exposed to the outside world.