Jenna

Jenna was in class, her mind preoccupied with the bizarre conversation she'd had with Josh earlier. The card he had talked about had to be a joke, a prank from one of their friends.

She had always been flat chested, that's what Josh liked the most, and Josh have been always the one carrying those big saggy tits that she liked to call them "his milk bags." She felt a pang of annoyance at his lack of sensitivity towards her insecurities.

As the class droned on, Jenna felt a strange sensation in her hand. She looked down to find a business card, white background and eerie font.

"JENNA SMITH: YOU NOW POSSESS THE POWER TO SWAP TRAITS WITH OTHERS USING THE POWER OF CONCENTRATED TOUCH."

Her eyes widened with shock, remembering the conversation she had with Josh. Could it be possible? She looked around the room, her heart racing. The other students were engrossed in the lecture, oblivious to her newfound... ability.

Her mind racing, Jenna couldn't focus on the lecture. The card felt heavy in her hand, the weight of its implications pressing down on her. She needed to find a way to test this without anyone noticing. The room was hot, and her sweaty palms were sticky against the cardstock. She glanced around, looking for the perfect candidate.