! Let's make her flat as a board.

You write down a neat letter A next to her name. The 'D', formerly red, fades to black and the red ink takes over the A you just wrote. You guess it worked, but... you can't be sure. You swallow back a lump in your throat and tentatively walk out your dorm room.

You raise a hand and knock on her door. Per usual she appears in seconds, looking irritated as she tends to be.

"What do you want?" Shannon says.

Your eyes fall to her chest, and maybe it's because the time of day, but she's not wearing her usual sweater. Instead, she's wearing a simple white t-shirt, braless, with tiny perky tits. You can't help but stare. The notebook worked.

-For some reason, Shannon now has A-cup breasts, noted as a '1'-

She twists away from you, fury in her eyes and covers her tiny chest. "W-what? How dare you?"

Of course... you weren't really thinking about where you were looking. Now it's time to pay the piper.

You hesitate, realizing you've slipped up pretty bad.