Sure, he could probably come up with a good idea or two.

You take a deep breath and dial up Terry. Better do it before you change your mind. You check the peephole of your door before pacing further into your room.

He answers on the second ring. "Sup?"

"Hey, Terry. You know how you always say I should trust you with everything? Well, I'm about to put that to the test."

"Huh?"

"You like tits, right?"

He laughs. "Of course, why?"

"Cuz I just scored a magic notebook that can make any chick's tits any size I want."

"Dude. How much did you drink last night? Maybe you should go in and check for--"

"I'm serious. I used Shannon as a test subject. It totally worked."

"Shannon doesn't need help in the rack department dude. She's got massive honkers as it is!"

Interesting. That confirms that. Terry is acting like she's always been big. "I know. I gave them to her. Come over. I'll prove it."

You hang up. You know it's the only way to convince him. Terry's curiosity will get the best of him. You know him better than anyone does.

You turn the notebook over in your hand with a small smile.

To be continued.