Idea credit goes to the Maddest of Lines
Samantha didn't actually realize that her left breast was a portal to another demension until she was in her late teens. Sure, she had had her bra dissappear on occasion, or woke up topless every once and awhile, but other than that she hadn't even known there was something wrong. However, with the inevitable fate that a boy's hand would find it's way to her most ample chest (if I do say so myself), she had to face the facts. That fact was that one of her breasts was very dangerous.
Danny (that was the fellow's name with whom she had been, well, locking lips with) had been instantly transported to a demension on the other side of the plane of reality. He toppled from the air onto a pile of the afore mentioned bras and t-shirts, and a few various other things he didn't bother to identify, because there was the more pressing matter that stood in front of him in the shape of a something or other. He couldn't quite describe it or even place something that looked like it, so he turned back to the swirling vortex which led back to Smantha's left breast.
Time passes differently, you must understand, in different demensions and realities and such, and in this case, the time on Earth had passed significantly. It was months later, and Samantha was walking down the hall at school when a hand burst from her shirt (I'd rather not go into the specifics of how things pass through her breast, though it should comfort you that she feels no pain, just a slight tingling sensation, and she would probably enjoy it if it wern't so frightening).
And then with a sound that can only be described as "golumpf", Danny fell forth from her chest and onto the floor, taking her upper garments with her. She hugged herself tightly, and suddenly burst into tears.
"I HATE you!" she cried at him, and ran off through throngs of staring boys and gosh-how-embarrasing girls. Danny, who was sprawled on the floor, could only look around, shake his head, and say, "Women."
Danny (that was the fellow's name with whom she had been, well, locking lips with) had been instantly transported to a demension on the other side of the plane of reality. He toppled from the air onto a pile of the afore mentioned bras and t-shirts, and a few various other things he didn't bother to identify, because there was the more pressing matter that stood in front of him in the shape of a something or other. He couldn't quite describe it or even place something that looked like it, so he turned back to the swirling vortex which led back to Smantha's left breast.
Time passes differently, you must understand, in different demensions and realities and such, and in this case, the time on Earth had passed significantly. It was months later, and Samantha was walking down the hall at school when a hand burst from her shirt (I'd rather not go into the specifics of how things pass through her breast, though it should comfort you that she feels no pain, just a slight tingling sensation, and she would probably enjoy it if it wern't so frightening).
And then with a sound that can only be described as "golumpf", Danny fell forth from her chest and onto the floor, taking her upper garments with her. She hugged herself tightly, and suddenly burst into tears.
"I HATE you!" she cried at him, and ran off through throngs of staring boys and gosh-how-embarrasing girls. Danny, who was sprawled on the floor, could only look around, shake his head, and say, "Women."