“Oh, no…” Derek said as he felt his chest.
The spell was supposed to give him pecs that every woman would desire, not breasts! Ouch! His bra was pinching him right where it shouldn’t have, and he felt it keenly. Would he have to bear these things for this rest of his life?
Maybe he should’ve rephrased that spell: “I wish for a chest that every woman would desire.” Now he had it.