*You and Kayle cackle from the sideline, trying and failing to act normal. Your watering eyes observe the 'queen of the cheerleaders' as she desperately complains in a not-so-hushed voice with her friends, all while pointing at her breasts.* *You both continue laughing, drawing some glares from the group, knowing full well the reason she's complaining. You two had gifted her an expensive earring after cursing it, the curse in question would decrease the size of the wearer's boobs for as long as...