"I certainly hope my father never imagined that," Mathias agrees with a smile, leaning back a little too far. His elbow slips off the edge of the table and before he can stop himself, he's slid, his new breasts running into the edge as he tries not to look like a completely graceless fool.

"I..." But then he realizes just how much that's hurt and both his hands fly to his chest. "Ow," he says, emphatically.