Allison, laughs at you

You open the door to your sister, Allison. She’s average height with long brunette hair. Today she was wearing tight jeans and a nice blouse. If this was an **** story you’d probably be looking at her amazing breasts and commenting on how she looks like a super model...

Allison takes one look at your face then down and sees your newly formed breasts. Then bursts out laughing.

“Haha! Oh god, bro, are those real?” She asks holding back tears of laughter.

“They are and I didn’t choose for this to happen.” You say, “I got a magic closet from a witch and apparently when I wear women’s clothing it transforms me into a woman.”

“Are you sure you haven’t been taking estrogen pills?”

“Let me show you,” you say. You show her to the wardrobe and open it up revealing the giant room inside.

“Shit,” Allison says, “You weren’t kidding this is Doctor Who level crazy.”

She looks back at you, “I’m sorry about this bro. I wish I could help.”

“I need to find that witch, I was hoping you could help me out tracking her down. Or brainstorm?”

“I think I have an idea...” Allison says.