Give Sadie H-cups.

You mentally flick away the little angel on your one shoulder and submit to the devil on the other. If Sadie had huge tits, she'd probably be easier to discourage with her Track stuff.

"Hey, I just got an idea," you say. "Lemme scribble it down real quick before I forget it."

"Sure, go on," Sadie turns her attention to her smartphone, going back to her game.

You write Sadie in the notebook, and sure enough B Natural appears in red ink next to it. You cross out the new text and write H Natural instead. The old size fades out and the new size turns red.

It worked.

You glance over at Sadie, trying to keep casual. She fidgets in place, swinging her legs off the couch and onto the floor. It gives you a nice look at the show.

Something weird happens. Her clothing changes before your eyes. Her sleeveless shirt morphs into a long turtleneck, loose and unflattering. She stoops over, intently focused on her cellphone, hiding any hope of seeing change. But that's the thing... there is no change.

The sweater blocks any view of seeing her breasts and you don't see any movement under the new top.

You run your finger over the red ink. It's there, right in front of you, Sadie H Natural. You don't know what went wrong.