Originally Published May 30, 2008
Yamada Naoko was a professional liar. That was what magicians did, after all. They lied with every word and each flick of the wrist. And not only was Naoko capable of convincing people to believe in the impossible—she was also adept at detecting the falsities of others. She hadn't been weaving a tall tale when she told Ueda she would always know when he was lying.
Unfortunately for the genius magician, her experience with lies made it quite impossible for her to lie to herself. After her little mishap concerning Tokugawa's treasure, she had been forced to admit to a most uncomfortable truth.
Naoko liked to be prepared whenever she could, and after taking Ueda's awkward "condition" into account and performing a few experiments with cucumbers and rings of latex, she came to the conclusion that there was only one solution to her need for preparation.
She was currently standing in front of the mirror, glaring at the side effects.
If someone had told her a few months ago that she would rue the day her breast size increased, she would have laughed in their face and called them an idiot. In fact, when she first realized she needed new bras, she had danced a little jig and whooped so loud that the landlady had shown up to see what the fuss was about.
Everything would have been fine if Ueda hadn't noticed their growth...but of course, he had. She didn't know why he harbored such an obsession with her breasts when he made it so clear that he liked large ones. Luckily, though, he had immediately assumed that she had gotten implants, and she had jumped at the chance to encourage this line of thinking by feeding him some stupid line about magic.
She couldn't lie to herself anymore, but she could still lie to him—and there was no way in hell that she'd tell him she was on birth control!