It happened in an instant. Our senior physics club was touring the giant MaWSI facility at Caltech in a room filled with superconducting magnets and lasers. Most of the kids were barely paying attention because Emily, a previously-mousy brunette who had returned from summer vacation with a new wardrobe, a new hairstyle, and, most importantly, new breasts, was wearing a tight sweater and no bra. Most of the boys were crowded around her, staring while they tried to come up with some way to talk with her.
Below is a story I originally wrote as a “choose your own adventure” entry at Writing.com. I’ve stitched the main path of that story here for your enjoyment. If it seems a little choppy in places, meandering, or if the characters ask themselves questions that they immediately answer, now you know why!
“Looks like… four of them.” Max said, setting down the spyglass.