Better than expected

John could already hear the raised voices emanating from the dining room as she jumped the stairs three at a time.

"You go back up to your room and put on a shirt, young lady! We're taking you to the hospital this instant!"

"Mom, calm down! I told you everything is fine!"

"Everything is most certainly not fine! You've grown...I don't even know how many cup sizes…!"

"I can't even fit in my old tops…!"

"Then wear one of your sister's…!"

"I'm not giving her one of my shirts! What if I get what she's got…!"

John turned the corner into the dining room to see a family in chaos. Her dad, mom, and older sister were all standing up and talking at each other loudly while Melanie peacefully chewed away at an egg and waffle sandwich, occasionally interjecting with a statement of her own. John had to get their attention, now.

"Hey!" John tried to yell over the cacophony, but her voice was swallowed up, "HEY!" Melanie and their father, George were the first to see John. George did a double take. That was enough to get everyone else quieted down.

"Who the hell are you?" George demanded, and John winced at the intensity of his voice.

"Dad," she replied slowly, "It's me, John."

"Bullshit," was the eventual reply.

"Nope," Melanie popped up, "That's him. Or her. Or...whatever."

"Bullshit!" The eldest sister, Erica, laughed hysterically.

"Language," chided their mother, Julie. John couldn't help but admire her mom. Life as the Doe family knew it at just been turned upside down, and mom still had the maternal instinct to tell her eldest daughter to mind her language. If this were a movie, some people might have even found it funny.

"When I woke up this morning," John started before anyone else could say anything else, "A voice told me that I had the power to change anything about anyone with a snap of my fingers. I got up and tested it out on myself, but in my haste I didn't think about how I was going to explain it to you guys."

"So he caught me in the bathroom," Melanie continued, "I didn't recognize him at first. He, shit -- SHE told me what had happened, and I asked her to make my boobies grow. In retrospect, I probably should have asked for a smaller cup size."

"So if I asked you, for instance," Erica rotated her hand around her head slowly, as if she were trying to crank out an idea, "To give me cat ears and a tail…?"

Seeing her chance, John seized upon the idea and snapped her fingers, and with a poof of smoke, Erica now had cat ears and a tail with fur matching her normal hair color.

"Eh?" Erica started, and slowly raised her hands to the new protrusions sticking out of her head. She touched them, flinched, "Oh fuck, I felt that," she whispered. She touched them again, then slowly started to rub them, "Oh. My. God."

"Huh," Melanie said to John as she sipped from some orange juice, "Check it, sis, you can make a whole harem of anime waifus."

"That's not funny," Erica looked over at her younger sister, eyes wide in horror, "I'm not about to turn into some weeaboo trash's sick fantasy."

"Firstly, I think that's up to John, not you," Melanie said, picking at a syrup stain on her breast, "Secondly, waifu is laifu."

"Relax," John said, "I'm not about to turn you into an anime waifu."

"Thank God," Erica sighed in relief.

The family, sans Melanie and John, all sat back down now that the excitement was over and their energy was spent.

"So," Melanie sat up in such a way it made her tits bounce. She was having way too much fun with those things, "What now, sis?"