Come clean about Diane's plan. (Notebook Scraps)

"Yeah," you say. "Diane says you need to get laid. Is it really that bad?"

Sadie rolls her eyes and scoffs. "She would say something like that."

"Jamie," you say. "The way she was going on about you, I'd expect to see Godzilla or something."

"Oh? So, you're not disappointed?"

She's left enough space on the couch for you, so you take a seat. "Hardly, but I'm not dumb either. It's not like you'd you just hop in bed with a complete stranger. But on that note... we're not strangers, are we, Sadie?"

Sadie chuckled. "The direct route isn't going to get you a free pass, buddy. But your lack of bullshit is appreciated. I don't know what Diane told you, but I don't need a babysitter. If you wanna enjoy the party, go right ahead. I have a meet practice in the morning, so I'm staying sober."

Meet huh? So she's on the track team.

"I'm not big on drinking anyway. Just gives me a headache on the best of days and gets me in trouble on the worst. If it's all well and good, I'm cool with hanging out with you. Terry's ditched me to try and get in Diane's pants anyway."

"Yeah, well, that's probably not gonna happen unless she gets shit-faced drunk, and I'm looking out for her."

You frown. "Terry's not like that. He's not gonna just get her drunk to score with her, now... if she came on to him, there's no way he'd say no... oh, right. I'll tip him off, alright? You reach for your cell phone and your finger brushes against your scraps of the notebook.

Oh, right. I have these. You grab your phone and send a text to Terry, stealing glances at Sadie as you type.

"So... what exactly are you telling him?"

You hesitate. I was probably looking pretty shifty there. You show her your phone. Sadie's watching you like a hawk. Don't even think of taking advantage of Diane when she's drunk.

Sadie nods. She seems to really appreciate your honesty. With her silent approval, you hit send. Terry responds quickly. 'C'mon man. Where's the faith? I wanna make this work.' You show that to her too.

"There you have it," you say pocketing the phone.

"Fine, fine. You made your point. Doesn't mean I won't be checking in on her."

Your gaze drifts to her chest. You can't help but think she'd look pretty great with an upgrade... but the fact she's on the track team complicates things. When you think about it, you realize making her larger might make things pretty difficult. You don't think it's a coincidence the girls on the track team aren't typically busty.

"Hey."

Her voice snaps you out of your trance.

Sadie gives you a sly smirk. "You got a bit of a staring problem. You know that?"

"Heh... maybe so," you say.

What would happen if you just changed her size? One thing's for sure it's not a very nice thing to do. (In other words, you'd take a pretty big hit to your alignment.)