<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/336f/9f4i27xjik8jzye6g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Circe</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">● Portal traveler<br/>● Adopted by witches <br/>● sometime nasty nurse<br/> </span></span></div></div></div></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>Yayay!</em>  At the same instant Mike utters <em>the fuck!</em> I think Yayay.  Sure, it’s great that cut fingers can get better with a spell and all the credit to Chloe for that, but it seems pretty clear that I’m included in the spellcaster’s union.<br/><br/><em>Nice titays!  Those things have their own time zone?  Can I sleep on those?  Are they real, real?</em>  All those are thoughts that come and stay locked up.  I’m rather proud of not saying anything like that.  I’ve heard them all and more and sometimes, maybe a lot, it feels fun to hear, but Mike may be feeling, awkward(?).  Possibly, he could be going through pre-teen budding issues.  (Is everyone looking at my chest?).<br/><br/>Not to worry Mike.  It’s just 5 minutes.  (Umm, hello?  Clock-master to Circe, take a look at a timepiece of choice—your phone, whatever.  This stunning event of chestiness has been in force for more than 5 minutes already.  And Circe thinks where does the time fly when you’re so shocked?  I wonder how Mike is viewing time.  Has it seemed like a century?)<br/><br/>Okay Mike, maybe worry a little bit, but if we caused this, we can un-cause this.  We just have to figure how spells work.  We’re gathering info by the second.  I was a nurse, now not.  My outfit is normal.  Okay, my boobs are enhanced and have stayed that way.  But Chloe was in lingerie then into nurse stuff where she really did a great thing.<br/><br/>I probably should get out of thinking only mode and offer some reassurance.  “No big deal Mike.”  And?  “Most of this is coming and going, try and remain neutral I’d say.  Don’t, you know, interfere with the process and make it permanent or at least last longer than it should, let things run their course.”  <br/><br/>That seems like good advice.  I rather like it.  I need a gauge on time though.  <em>Shit!</em><br/><br/>I look at Chloe and Mike.   “The reservations!!!”  9 months ago I made reservations for <span class="bbc_u">the</span> new pizza place; and had to pull strings to get on the short wait list.  Since then, I’ve read every review and the wait list has gotten even longer.  Needed 3 to get a reservation and no seating without your party being present.  (I made Mike promise he’d come—‘yes, yes, I promise!’ and when I looked very serious, ‘you can punch me in the balls if I break the promise’; Chloe said she’d come and that was all she needed to say—she was that way).<br/><br/>The mention of reservations draws blank stares.  “The pizza to die for restaurant.  It’s tonight!”  <br/><br/>AND growing a set is not an excuse to not go.  I’m thinking quickly—trying to take into account all the Mike defenses before they’re said.  “We’ll say it’s a bet you lost and they’re fake.”  That works; it’s a possible.  What else?  “Chloe, that super huge sweatshirt” (well huge on her) “the one you wore for the touch football game?  Mike could wear that.”  Or “Mike has a twin sister, Misha who we’re treating to a special pizza.”  Errr, “Misha’s short for Michelle.”  This last one fits in when Chloe called Mike Michelle.  (For whatever that’s worth; no Mike we’re not conspiring; at least not intentionally). <br/><br/>The Devil is in the details.  I don’t even bother to look at Mike’s finger.  I walk up to him and caress his (politely said) breasts.  That causes a little gasp.  “It’s up to you, they’re nice and perky, but a bra could help.” <br/><br/>It’s ‘Michael’ time: “Michael.  You promised on the restaurant and you can’t go back on a promise.”  Although he might—maybe he’s really worried and would take on a kick to the balls instead.  Hmmm.  “Things are admittedly different at the moment.  That should be taken into account.  Forget a ‘kick’” that should remind him of the full promise, “what will the book do if you break your promise?”  As one might say, Karma is a bitch.  Mike might even have said that once or twice.  Now, if he breaks his promise with breasts in place, does he keep those and lose what might otherwise have been kicked?  I look at Mike to let him think that through, raising my eyebrows as in <em>does one really want to risk all that?</em><br/><br/>And with Chloe it should be easier, “I think relaxing, not forcing things will get a good groove.  Things are always clearer after a good meal and conversation.  All things lead to pizza.”    <br/><br/>So . . . “Walk or drive?  It’s not that far.” <br/><br/><em>Karma’s a bitch Circe!</em>  Why do I keep coming back to that?  I look at Mike and he’s balking at anything outside--neither walk or drive.  I can relate.  But . . . fine!  “Hold on Misha, maybe there’s another solution.”  This probably raises hopes for a boob reduction cure, but that’s not what I’m thinking.<br/><br/>This should clearly put my Karma in great order.  .  .  . in an instant of time, with my current time-study calculations in place, (it’s an instant) I’ve called Keira and gave her the scoop—she was grateful and guaranteed she could line up two others; I mean who couldn’t?<br/><br/>I fill my two friends in.  “I told Keira what was going on.”  I look at Mike and decide to stay on the good Karma roll, rather than teasing, “No, I didn’t say you had boobs and we were staying in, I just told her things came up.”  Okay, I can’t resist completely, “I didn’t even mention the ‘tenting’.  She’s taking the reservation.”  (Smile).<br/><br/>Smiling helps overcome the disappointment of the lost reservation.  “You better be super nice to me Mike.  And I get to use Misha, like five, no make it ten times.”  . . . “Chloe can use them too.”      <br/><br/></span>