…It’s me!

On Friday, I thought I’d be a funny guy and subject Brooke and Roseanne to Mood Boobs. For those who don’t know, it’s on one of the bunch of DVDs I received last week. It’s the story of this flat-chested girl who, while holding a magic crystal, wishes she had mood boobs: they’d grow bigger when she clapped her hands or got horny; her nipples would get rock hard and pointy when she’d get angry; etc. You get the idea.

Mandy was in on the joke, too. Because it’d only last a day (like the Freaky Friday curse), we both figured there’d be no lasting harm, so why not had a little fun, right?

Well, not really. As always, Attitude’s curses aren’t THAT predictable…

SPOILER ALERT!!! What follows reveals a plot element of Mood Boobs, so if you’re planning on watching it, read no further.

As it turns out, at the end of the movie, the flat-chested girl’s girlfriend ends up with the ability to completely alter ANYONE’s body as she wishes. In this particular situation, the girlfriend is Mandy, and the flat-chested girl is… me!

Here’s how the night turned out: as the movie finished, we all thought it was good silly fun. Mandy jokingly turned to Brooke and said something like, “Let’s see if that works on you.” And then she clapped her hands.

Brooke laughed and said they were already big enough as they were, so that wouldn’t really work. But I was already no longer paying attention to them. My focus had suddenly shifted to an aching sensation in my chest. It didn’t take a genius to realize this was a trap, and I’d fallen into it. My chest kept on warming up, and the sensation was becoming increasingly pleasant. And I mean, a LOT. I began bulging out, both in the chest and crotch areas. It would only be a minute before the attention turned to me, and my predicament would be exposed.

I got up discreetly, mumbled something like an apology, and raced to the bathroom. As I left, Mandy was leaning closer to Brooke’s chest and clapped a few more times. “Maybe if clap a LOT, they’ll grow bigger.” Brooke just laughed, and I slammed the bathroom door behind me. Then I looked in the mirror.

Wow!

There I was, looking like my usual self, but sporting some B-cup breasts! They felt weird, but oh… they felt… GOOD!

My self-examination got interrupted by Mandy, who was worried something was wrong with me. I let her in and she quickly figured out what happened. She tried “deflating” me, and it worked!!!

So it turned out not to be too chaotic a night. Nobody noticed anything and that was that.

Or so I thought.

Because it looks like Mandy STILL has the ability to alter my body as she sees fit, which has made for an… interesting weekend. But THAT doesn’t concern you. ;)

–Jaycee