It's not, to his relief.

John saw, to his great relief, that Alex's chest was just as flat as before.
Something he'd never thought he'd think before.

Alex still seemed to be the same Alex as before, but he did have to admit she did seem a little softer and a little... sunnier. The smile on her face looked more natural now, and some of her features did seem a little rounder and softer than before. She still did look rather elfin, to him. But now a little more of a normal elf, instead of some sort of 'high elf' with really sharp, exaggerated features.

Alex was patting herself again, seeing if there were any changes this time from the second blast. After palming her own flat chest again, she looked up at John with a twinkle in her eye. "Holy SHIT John! It worked! And I don't think I'm any dumber! This is amazing! Think of all we can do with this! I don't even know but we have something that can make women dumber and bustier! There's gotta be some way to use this to our advantage! The depression we can cure! This is GROUNDBREAKING!"

Okay, Maybe this had changed Alex a little more than he'd thought. The only time he'd ever seen her like this was the time his group had snuck some light **** into the house to drink a little while they played. Alex had gotten REALLY into her character at the time, an elf bard, and had been cavorting around the room as her inhibitions dropped.

On the upside, maybe this was just what a happier, less anxious Alex was like.

John was honestly just still stunned that he had something like this. This was going to change his life. But first, he needed to know this gun inside and out before turning it on anyone else. "Alright Alex, we know it works. But right now, lets go over this thing with a fine tooth comb. I want to make sure that we know exactly what this is before we decide what to do with it. You seem to have some interesting ideas, but first lets make sure there's no secret fine print on the instruction manual, like that bull that they pulled in the "Santa Clause" movies.

Alex smiled at him with her new, happier smile and agreed. "Sure thing boss man. Always the cautious one, huh."
John couldn't help it, he was a paranoid D&D player after having some bad DMs in early high school. Even his Barbarian was meticulous in being well armed for any combat situation with extra potions, holy water, and javelins. It's not his fault he liked to be prepared.