"O! Foolish is she who underestimates the power of the breasts to expand and contract, for she shall find herself with a new set of chesticles!"

Yesterday, I made a bet with a friend that I could shrink my chest down two cup sizes. If I win, she'll have to get a boob job. She does not know that my two closest friends are fickle. They expand, they shrink--they never stay the same. Following a regime of diet, aerobic activity and focused activity, victory will be mine! I may look like an Olsen twin smuggling some grapefruits, but victory WILL BE MINE.