A woman's woes

The kitchen was eerily silent despite the six people currently occupying the space.

Syryn had a dazed look in his eyes as he chewed on breakfast.

Rowan who was seated next to the mage appeared unconcerned by the upheaval that his change had caused in the manor. "Lucien, shouldn't you get dressed for classes?" He asked the redhead who hadn't touched his food.

"Rowan, what does it feel like to have such a big chest?" Red asked in return.

Salem put down his spoon and looked at the blonde expectantly. Alka's ears perked up as well. The only other member of the house looking just as unconcerned as Rowan was Riha.

"Well," Rowan began with some hesitation. "If you must know, it feels like I have two sandbags attached to my chest."

Alka snorted.

"That's it?" The redhead asked as he stared unabashedly. "And what about between your legs? There's nothing dangli-"