“Aw, Jerry, do we have to do this again?” asked the gangly blonde girl.  She was at best nineteen, and while she had a pretty, oval face, her body still hadn’t caught up with her peers.  She was built like a rake.

Jerry shrugged.  “You know you have more fun with a few curves.  And I do, too.”  He was just as much a beanpole as his girlfriend, and his straight dark hair hung almost to his shoulders, making him look almost as female as her.  “Besides, you know the deal.  I don’t mind shopping with you, if I get to Venn you afterward.”

“Fine,” she sighed.  “Just don’t make my tits so big that I can’t fit in your car, like last time.”

“I said I was sorry about that, Marcy.  And I changed you back.”

“I know.  I’m just... I wish you’d make out with me in my normal body, you know?  I don’t try to change you.”

Jerry dropped a bill into the Venn Machine, and set it for two days.

Marcy sighed.  “The whole weekend, Jer?”

“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“Fine.”  Marcy’s tone made it clear that it wasn’t.

Once Jerry had made his selections and applied them to Marcy she sighed.  “God, these are like bowling balls.  How am I going to get through the weekend without a good bra.  Oh!”

Marcy tapped the interface, then a grin slowly grew on her face.  “You wanted these puppies, you can carry them.”

“Wha?”  Jerry’s question was cut off by his sudden collapse into a pile of fabric.

Marcy skipped around to the other side of the Venn Machine, and picked up her new bra.  “Hey, Jerry.  Look at the bright side.  You love fondling big tits, now you get to hold them all weekend.  I’m going to go dancing, and maybe meet someone that doesn’t just like me for my chest.”

Afterward, Marcy apologized for all the fondling Jerry had dealt with.  “I can’t believe those guys.  Nobody even looked at my face once the entire weekend.”

Jerry hugged her, and looked her in the eyes.  “Sssh, it’s OK.  I kind of liked it.”

“Really?  Huh.  Fine, next time you make my tits too big, you’re going to be a bra again.”

“How big is too big?” Jerry asked with a grin.

Marcy grinned back.  “You’ll find out.”