You held it up for Barbara, trying to judge it's size and fit. Surely, she couldn't mean it for you... Surely, it was a promise for a night of passion, or some such thing.
"Is this your size?" you ask in bafflement as the silence draws on. "Silly Dani, it's for you." she says with a girlish giggle. Shaking her head in amusement, "It's too big for me..." she says showing you the size tag. Frankly, you suspected it was the wrong size, but you had confessed (under pressure) to preferring 'bigger is better, and biggest is best', when it came to breasts.
It had rather spoiled the evening, her keeping jabbing you for an answer, and your own honesty.
"You're getting surgery?" you ask excitedly.
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"No." Barbara answered flatly, "I'm perfectly happy the way I am, the shape I am."
She sighed, "But, you need to learn the lesson, that 'bigger isn't better, and biggest is far from best'. Oh, and to ensure you do learn it. I have certain powers, you'll wake to a new world, a new life, and a whole new experience."
She cupped her hands to mime massive breasts, as she nodded meaningfully at you. You found yourself believing her, and shaking your head. But, as you did, the room greyed then turned black, as you collapsed onto the sofa.
"Hope you enjoy your present." are the last words that accompany you into the void.