Brandon glances around the mall, then flashes a grin at James.
"I know just the place," he says.
Slipping the coin into his pocket he leads James through the crowded mall, running his fingers over the cool metal disk in his pocket all the while, barely resisting the urge to wish for something right there.
A few minutes later, he pulls James to a stop, nodding in the direction of their target.
"Dude!" says James "The lingerie store? Are we even allowed in there?"
Brandon waves his hand dismissively.
"Relax, James. Guys go in there to buy stuff for their girlfriends all the time. Besides, we have the coin, remember? We could walk into the frakking pentagon if we wanted."
James looks uncomfortable, but reluctantly agrees.
"Fine," he says, "But you go in first."
Brandon shakes his head and strides into the store. A few seconds later, upon observing Brandon's unmolested entry, James scurries in behind him.
"So, what are you going to do?" he asks Brandon.
"See those signs?" he says, pointing at the wall.
NEW! Ultimate Push-Up collection: Instantly add two cup sizes!
"I was thinking maybe we'd help enforce a little 'truth in advertising.' What do you say?"
James grins, watching as a particularly attractive brunette picks up one of the advertised bras.
"Do it," he says.
Brandon wraps his fingers around the coin.
"I wish the bras in here really did add two cup sizes."
The coin flashes with a momentary warmth just as before, then cools off just as quickly. Brandon smiles in anticipation.
They don't have to wait long. A minute later, the pretty brunette bursts out of the fitting room, topless save for the new bra, cardboard tag still dangling against her bare torso.
"Oh my God!" She screams. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!"
Brandon and James burst out laughing as the sales associates rush over to help the distressed woman. Most of the associates, anyway. One stern-looking woman instead comes up behind the pair of laughing boys and clears her throat.
"Can I help you, gentlemen?"
James spins around nervously, while Brandon fingers the coin in his pocket. How to get out of this one?
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