"John," Your mother calls, "It's time to go bra shopping!"
Huh? For one it was the morning, and for two... how would your Mom know you had boobs now?
"Uh... just a sec Mom!" You shout back down.
You quickly put your shirt back on and hop downstairs. Ouch! Okay, so you gingerly walk downstairs after the first hop. Having tits this big really hurt if you moved too quickly!
Your mother was standing near the front door, keys in hand.
"Come on young man, we don't have much time before I have to go to work." She explains, "And you really need a bra."
Oh, of course, you had to go in the morning before your Mom goes to work. That makes sense. But how did she know about the boobs? You spot the family photo near the door. It was taken about a year ago, but you were astonished to notice that even then you still had tits! Although, they were smaller. Your power must have rewritten all of reality to make it seem like you've always had these tits attached to your chest...
"Whoa..." You mutter. This power is very strong.
"Alright Mom." You say, approaching the shoe rack.
"And, I could use new shoes," Your Mom says, "These ones pinch horribly."
You look slyly at your mother, you could relieve her of that problem by swapping feet...
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